If the atmosphere outside of the capital arena in Bakuras capital was anything to go by, then the air inside was bound to be palatable of the tension and bent up frustrations of the gathered fans. It was the final game of the Repulsor Puck play off finals, the two remaining teams, long standing rivals were tied at two games a piece with the winner of this match deciding the outcome. Fans draped in their team colours moved about the arena grounds, exchanging tribal like chanting at the fans of the opposing team, a light wall of flimsy barricades and security forces separating the two groups, as the chants seemed to get increasingly abrasive.
Standing at the edge of the que waiting to feed through the turnstiles into the arena, a young blonde female dressed in the Crimson colours of the home team waited for her guest to make it through the crowd to join her. An invite was made to a fellow guardian to join her at the finals, whilst on the surface it seemed to be little more than an opportunity to get to know amd build a rapport with other members of the Eternal. There was an added motive that lay in between the lines of her recent correspondence to the Amaran, the tension and action wasn't going to be kept in the field, the crowds have been steadily building in shared aminousity towards their rivals. The chants becoming increasingly toxic in nature, small brawls had broken out between the more intoxicated of fans. It was a bulging powder keg that was waiting to blow. All it needed was a little persuasion.
Reaching into her handbag, just to double check that she had the data chips that served as her tickets for the event, Alyse wrapped her fingers around the chips before moving then into the pocket of her leggings. Before closing up her purse and taking a deep breath as she closed her eyes, reaching out and feeling the mood around her through the Force. The currents were alive with the darkside, anger, worry and even a drop of fear could be felt, the collective mass of supporters through their own passions for the game and their team had electrified the Force away from the peace and calm that the Jedi would so often pursue. The Force felt to the cultist as if it was in its nautual state, alive with the vibrancy of raw emotion.
A smile crossed Alyse's features as she reveled in the sensation, for too long now, the currents of the Force around her had felt stale and stagnant. Bakura had grown complacent with its standing in the assumed peace of the Galaxy, plodding along with the mundane routine of existence. The playoffs seemed to be one of the few times when the world actually felt alive, but that reason alone wasn't why she was here, nor why she had invited Korak to the game. Dragging a cultist out to the back waters just to show how vibrant a sports arena felt in the Force was a fools errant, and one that would do little to accomplish the Eternal's goals. No they were there to bring a match to this heated event, with the view to turn up the heat and really rile up the fans - with the hope that the beligerant chanting would escalate into something the security forces had not prepared for. It was part of the various plans set into motion to strengthen the Bakurans governance, once that would bring it back to the autocratic rules of yester year. In readiness for it to serve the Sith Eternal as it once did the Sith empires of old.
@The Captain
Standing at the edge of the que waiting to feed through the turnstiles into the arena, a young blonde female dressed in the Crimson colours of the home team waited for her guest to make it through the crowd to join her. An invite was made to a fellow guardian to join her at the finals, whilst on the surface it seemed to be little more than an opportunity to get to know amd build a rapport with other members of the Eternal. There was an added motive that lay in between the lines of her recent correspondence to the Amaran, the tension and action wasn't going to be kept in the field, the crowds have been steadily building in shared aminousity towards their rivals. The chants becoming increasingly toxic in nature, small brawls had broken out between the more intoxicated of fans. It was a bulging powder keg that was waiting to blow. All it needed was a little persuasion.
Reaching into her handbag, just to double check that she had the data chips that served as her tickets for the event, Alyse wrapped her fingers around the chips before moving then into the pocket of her leggings. Before closing up her purse and taking a deep breath as she closed her eyes, reaching out and feeling the mood around her through the Force. The currents were alive with the darkside, anger, worry and even a drop of fear could be felt, the collective mass of supporters through their own passions for the game and their team had electrified the Force away from the peace and calm that the Jedi would so often pursue. The Force felt to the cultist as if it was in its nautual state, alive with the vibrancy of raw emotion.
A smile crossed Alyse's features as she reveled in the sensation, for too long now, the currents of the Force around her had felt stale and stagnant. Bakura had grown complacent with its standing in the assumed peace of the Galaxy, plodding along with the mundane routine of existence. The playoffs seemed to be one of the few times when the world actually felt alive, but that reason alone wasn't why she was here, nor why she had invited Korak to the game. Dragging a cultist out to the back waters just to show how vibrant a sports arena felt in the Force was a fools errant, and one that would do little to accomplish the Eternal's goals. No they were there to bring a match to this heated event, with the view to turn up the heat and really rile up the fans - with the hope that the beligerant chanting would escalate into something the security forces had not prepared for. It was part of the various plans set into motion to strengthen the Bakurans governance, once that would bring it back to the autocratic rules of yester year. In readiness for it to serve the Sith Eternal as it once did the Sith empires of old.
@The Captain