Open Event Social Super Ultra Huttball Observation

[The Storyteller]

Observing This Thread​

It's that time, Huttball Season 3 is about to start. People have already poured in in droves. In the observation gallery directly overlooking the playing field has a bar establishment that it can fit a whole influx of people.

For today in the arena and the bar, people of all factions are welcome despite the war and conflict in the galaxy. It's not just drinks that are here, all kinds of food. In addition to servers going about, there are donut droids that are waddling around soliciting fresh donuts.

In addition to simply looking through the windows from on high, there are many seats and tables, there would also many viewscreens, so people at any given part of the establishment can watch the big game.

OOC: Open to everyone! Socialize, mingle, and have fun!

 

[Jackie O]

"I freaking love Huttball." Jackie said as he plopped himself down into a chair overlooking the arena below. Jack had done a fair amount of pre-gaming and was already feeling a good buzz. Drink in one hand, cigar in the other, he settled back as the announcer began to list off the contestants. "This is what life was about right here." he thought. Huttball always brought in an influx of offworlders just ripe to get scammed, robbed, or ripped off. Thats how he had gotten a ticket to get in, he had told some poor schmuck he could get his ticket upgraded to a VIP ticket and had quickly taken the ticket and ducked in.

The night had the promise of being great, Jackie could feel it. He deserved it, more than the loser he had scammed. He blew out a small cloud of cigar smoke before taking another sip of whiskey. Some people didn't like the theatrics some players went through before the game, but Jackie drank it up. He loved everything about the sport. He cheered along with the rest of the crowd when Altair stepped up on stage.

When the droid came by to take bets, Jackie handed over 1000 credits. "All on the Yellow Team" he said as the droid took the money, scanned him, and logged his bet. Jackie took the ticket and leaned back in his seat. "Don't let me down." he said kissing the ticket and placing it in his jacket pocket.

 

[Clove Vanhoop]

Light footsteps traveled through the bar, thin arms covering her chest, attempting to relieve her own anxiety. "Come on, it's been a long time, you owe it to yourself to see the world." Her therapist said. "Relive some of the happy moments". Ugh, wasn't helping the argicorp's animals when no one was around enough? Despite Alex's care, for the galaxy she was dead. And, to be honest, she didn't mind if it stayed that way. It was clear that it wanted her dead. But the sound of an advertisement for huttball reached her pale, pointed ears, capturing her interest. And when she learned that a Councillor, one of the few people who knew she was alive, had joined one of the huttball teams, she had no more excuses.

May as well go and support the council who's helped her somewhat crawl off the ground.

Once long flowing blonde curls, now cut and dyed a short brown, a thick concealer to cover her markings and tattoos, bright blue contact lenses and thick glasses; it wasn't the prettiest look, but as she walked past a reflection she didn't recognize herself. Her sunken eyes, pointy cheekbones, and uncomfortably large belly didn't help either. But it was exactly what she wanted right now. A large heavy coat to conceal her metallic spine completed her look, and she found herself in the observation gallery, her heart pounding so loudly that it drowned out all other sounds.

Her gaze swept over the VIP area, where she'd expected to find last year's winners. Thankfully, she didn't recognize any of the faces seated there, so she walked past, towards one of the chairs near the windows. Clove sat herself down with a huff, a hand on her belly. So far, so good.

Then, a man with four horns ran across the platform just as she was about to take a deep breath and slightly lower her shoulders. Clove's breathing paused for a second, then another, as a cold shiver ran beneath her cybernetic spine; a spine that had suddenly begun to tingle ever so subtly. She sat there silently watching the Tiefling dance, memories oh so pleasant flushing into her mind.

Her almost transparent skin flushed, butterflies took flight, and her heart fluttered; even now, she was still smitten.

... Go team Yellow!

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[Emryc Thorne]

Unlike usual, Emryc Thorne decided to appear in the common area of the observation platforms. Of course, this meant that the surrounding crowds went wild and tried to approach, only to be denied by the bodyguard droids flanking him. The President wasn’t here in one of his usual suits, in fact he was wearing one of his workout tanks that had the Ryloth Rancors logo emblazoned on it. His bulging muscles were on full display, along with the old scars on his back. Though his hair was perfectly styled, his face was painted yellow in honor of Yellow Team and Raging Bull, his favored player from the last time he attended. His daughter had insisted on dressing up, and even the stoic half Sephi wasn’t going to deny her.

Emryc had taken Jayna to Huttball since she was a baby, bringing both twins over. As they grew, Ezra grew away from the sport, but Jayna stuck with it. There wasn’t a single championship game they didn’t attend together, and they certainly weren’t going to miss today.

The half Sephi smelled like a million Crowns, and he still carried that same level of stoic authority, but it was well known he was a hardcore Huttball fan even as a teenager. Despite Raging Bull being the leader of the governing body that warred with the ISC, Emryc could respect him as a player.

“Who are you rooting for?” He asked his daughter, leaning against the railing. His icy, silver gaze fixed on the players below that already began to shoot at one another. This was going to be a good game.

@Altaris

 

[Jayna Thorne]

Just like her father, Jayna was a diehard Huttball fan - and had been eagerly anticipating the Championship game for weeks. Whatever else on her busy schedule had been re-organized or outside canceled to make room. For the entirety of her childhood, the games had been a shared passion and tradition between herself and Emryc - and one of the things they had truly bonded over during the years.

Some of her earliest memories consisted of being propped up on Daddy’s shoulders as a little girl, just barely able to see over the stands. Even to this day, most of their texting back-and-forth consisted of discussing game stats.

Unlike some, the quarter-Sephi had no desire to be propped up in the exclusive VIP stands - and instead gravitated to the common area and railing closer to the action. She strode proudly alongside Emryc as the pair made their entrance - surrounded by a small contingent of droids that kept the crowds at bay. Instead of her usual jewelry and designer clothes, Jayna was completely decked out like any other fan - insisting that Daddy get into the spirit just as well.

Her face was brightly painted in yellow, while she wore a pair of jeans, sneakers and Rancor’s jersey - tied in the front just at her waist. Her black hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail and fished through the Huttball cap that was fitted onto her head. Perhaps the only thing that remained from her usual getup was the scent of her expensive perfume.

As she reached the railing, Jayna allowed her silver gaze to sweep across the arena - watching as the enemy teams began to fire at one another. Her expression lit up upon seeing EL-DE go for the Thumper and Raging Bull hoist up the Energy Shield.

It brought out one of the rare smiles from the quarter-Sephi - bright on her expression as she glanced over to Emryc. “Got to support the MVP,” She grinned, glancing back down to the arena. “And see if the Councilor is half as good as she acts.”

The quarter-Sephi’s head tilted a bit, watching some of the other players. After a moment, she reached up to nudge Emryc’s shoulder. “Fifty Crowns on the Tognath knocking himself out within the round.”

@Sreeya

 

[Jackie O]

Jackie watched as the supposed Jedi Master dashed forward first. Jackie didn't think too much of the Jedi. Regardless, Jackie knew it was all bullshit anyways, the announcers making up backstories to drum up interest. He didn't mind too much, letting himself get caught up in the energy of the event.

His hands started to sweat as he gripped the ticket, as the rest of the players dashed in every direction. "No! Someone grab the rocket launcher!" he yelled down to no one in particular, his voice lost in the cheers of the crowd. Maybe it wasn't the best weapon on the field, but Jackie loved to see people blown to bits just as much as the next guy.

Jackie sat at the edge of his seat as the action really started to get underway.

 

[Koemi]

Koemi had never been too a Huttball event live before, giddiness overwhelming her as she entered the crowded lounge that played home to the rabid fans of the bloodthirsty sport. She hadn’t missed a single championship in the past and arrived sporting one of the first ever new pieces of clothing she had ever purchased for herself; a ‘Krazy Kel’ jersey with printed blood stains dripping down the chest. Did she enjoy watching the lunatic on the field? Sure. Did she prefer watching the numerous ways he got himself injured whilst playing? Most certainly. One of her favorite highlights was watching the Kel Dor knock himself out cold on the huttball. Literally. Himself. He was a buffoon but she loved every minute of it.

With a small pouch of credits/crowns/peggats, whatever currency was accepted on Nar Shaddaa, the younger girl slid into one of the viewing booths just in time to watch the newcomer EL-DE blow herself up like in the old sunday morning cartoon holos. The only thing missing was a spun around beak on her head as she picked herself up off the pitch. A hearty laugh partnered by a handful of popcorn. This was looking to be a pretty great game, considering the first few assaults already garnering some knockouts.

Looking over to her right, Koemi saw a porcelain like figure wearing a long coat watching the game with flushed cheeks. It was one thing to find enjoyment from the sport but this girl looks almost as though she harbored some great love for watching people get put in an infirmary. With a puzzled smirk, Koemi would proceed to hold the bag of popcorn in her direction as an offer.

”First time to a game too?” Koemi asked, oblivious to the fact that she was speaking to none other than Hell on (W)heels herself! Which is probably a good thing, or else she’d begin hounding her for an autograph.

@LilyNion​

 

[Darth Tiamat]

Tia was stoked to be able to make it to Huttball as her business continued to grow, the work continued to pile up. Even before she was able to make it to the stands, she was on the end of a call from potential contractors to address refits. Regardless, she was relieved she was here, remembering the first time she came to a game. Even going far back Tiamat remembered when she started to get into it and following games, at first it was a way to bother Emryc by rooting for opposing teams to his Rancors, but then it had grown on her. She was excited Jayna was able to love it as much as Emryc, and a little disappointed Ezra couldn't be here. She missed visiting with him, knowing for one, he didn't like Huttball as much as the other two, and secondly, his time training with the Jedi has clearly kept him occupied.

Unlike Jayna and Emryc, Tiamat arrived wearing red, conveniently also the colors of her favorite team: the Krayt Dragons, their logo and catch phrase plastered across her hoodie. It was the only article of clothing she reserved for game days and parties. She wore red leggings and would probably regret wearing her white sneakers. Her red hair was pulled back into a bun, keeping it tamed and out of her face as she cheered and jeered.

Over the screens, she saw the chaos unfolding on the field, things were exploding, people being swapped, and the return of star players, including Raging Bull. For a moment Tia felt the ache in her chest, her heart beating a little faster until she saw Em and Jayna towering over the heads of others. She thanked the Force for the welcomed distraction.

The body guard droids stopped her, scanning the woman before she continued her approach and taking a spot beside Jayna, "How bad is the red team doing?" she asked, watching the replays.

@Altaris @Sreeya

 

[Jackie O]

As if willing explosions into existence, the newcomer EL-DE, pulled the trigger of her Thumper as it exploded in her hands, throwing herself back. Jackie stood and threw his hands in the air as the crowd cheered. "Now, this is Huttball!" he yelled. Yes, Huttball was a decent sport on its own, but if everyone was honest with themselves, they came for the explosions. Jackie clapped a couple more times before sitting back down.

Jackie didn't have to wait long for the subsequent explosion as the Sith took a shot to the back of the head and landed on a mine leaving her unconscious...or dead. It was hard to tell from up here.

This was much better in person than watching it on his small halo-screen at home. You could feel the explosions in your chest here, the surging emotions of the crowd intoxicating.

The drink droid came around and Jackie quickly ordered a beer, his eyes darting back to the game, not wanting to miss anything. The droid popped out a plastic cup, filling it with beer before handing it to Jackie.

On the edge of his seat, beer in hand, Jackie sat eagerly waiting for something else to go terribly wrong for someone.

 

[Clove Vanhoop]

Clove's lips curled slightly for the first time in many days. Bir, who she thought was strange but kind of an old friend, also showed up on the field. As painful as those memories were, seeing Bir and Altair on the field... soothed her. Sure, they weren't Altair and Bir on that field, but they'd always be those people in her heart.

The failed explosions just added to the nostalgia. Was Sharkie boy still alive and well?

But she couldn't keep that smile on her face for long; a voice from nowhere spoke to her, causing her to jump visibly. With panicked eyes, she turned her head to meet the girl's gaze. It took her a split second to realize she was extending some popcorn while asking the most innocent question. Okay, good. All was good. Seemed like the disguise actually worked.

Clove's gaze darted to the popcorn as she tried to calm her heartbeat, not wanting to draw any more attention to herself. "Thank you very much. That's very kind of you." She took a handful of popcorn in her hand. "Yes, it is. I'd only seen it on the holonet before." It wasn't even a lie; she'd never been to this bar before joining Huttball. "How about you?"

She took two popcorns from her palm and placed them in her mouth, eating them while deciding what to say next. That's when she noticed the girl's shirt. "Big fan of Krazy Kel? In that case, I'm assuming you're rooting for Team Red?"

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[Milo "Scratch" Stare]

Nar-Shadda was Milo's shithole of a home, and he could fill the wide expanse of the universe with all the hate, scorn, and painful, traumatic memories he had experienced within the place. He had been shot, starved for weeks, stabbed, scammed, burnt, kidnapped, tortured, ransomed, made to pole-dance for his life, scammed into doing it a second time, been punched, broken, and otherwise assaulted a countless amount of times. Living here, was to know suffering in every meaning of the word.

But if there was one thing, one thing that made it worth existing, it was fuckin' Hutt Ball Baby! Woo!


It was a battle arena of absolute chaos! Where the very whims of the match and the gladiatorial contestants could cruelly and unfairly swing from winning the match, to losing it the very next seconds due to some unlucky explosion or the brutal violence inflicted upon them by the other team. The real joy for Milo though, was that the violence - for once in this galaxy cursed burning trash fire of a city - was not happening to him. That's what made Nar-Shadda worth it. That every once and while, when the Huttball game came on, he got to see life fucking everyone else over.

The ratty scrag had welcomed himself into the VIP section with a forgery pass from the very beginning, propped up on a fancy stool that likely weighed more than him at the far edge of the bar. Fizzy-blue booze drink in hand (that he had, oh-so properly procured for himself. Like hell he was going to drop credits on any drink he could just apply the five finger discount to), he raised the clear cylindrical glass in reverent joy as The Bodyhammer lived up to his namesake by bashing into Krazy Kel. A ratty, high-pitched, and practically feral cheer rose from his section of the bar

"AHAHAHAHA! 'Oly shit! You 'fink he's gonna be alright?!"

He turned instinctively to whomever happened to be at the bar next to him with those words, in this case, a lean and mean lanky Chiss with a beer in one hand, and a cigar in the other. Milo's dark circled eyes scanned up the roguish frame and its many tattoos, eventually landing on the man's smooth, sharp facial features. . .

@Jackie O

 

[Thor Wolfe]

The Huttball was a sport that honestly Rath had little interest in. It wasn’t a matter of being a Jedi or their ideals. In his own opinion, his time was better served elsewhere. As to what would make this occasion any different? Well, as Rath stepped inside the bar, the first thing he looked for was a peculiar man in question. A familiar face, and yet one that Rath only had business with for the moment.

With the brief scan, his eyes settled upon a human with a weathered scarred face, a cybernetic left hand, and a cybernetic eye sitting off to the side by himself. Garbed in a more casual wear with a simple long sleeved black shirt, dark slacks, and a leather jacket of bantha hide weigh a little heavy on Rath’s shoulders. Rath made his way over to the cybernetic human who casually drank his liquor while watching the game on a screen. Without so much as looking at Rath’s direction, the man spoke in a rough exhausted tone.

”Aren’t you still too young to be in bars, kid?” He questioned as he sat the glass down on the counter. Rath wasn’t surprised due to the familiarity of how sharp this man was when it came to people entering the room. Probably knew Rath was here the instant the door opened.

”Young enough to be in one, but not old enough to outdrink you.” The jest made the tired man smirk before he finally looked over at Rath’s direction.

”Get another ten years in ya and we’ll see. But knowing you I doubt you’d come here just to have a chat.” The young man nodded his head before taking a seat next to the guy.

”I was wondering what recent news you’ve heard as of late.” Rath questioned, but as he pulled an unfamiliar object from his own sleeve. Setting down on the counter next to the man’s drink was a ring, a dark band of durasteel, yet it was the stark symbol of a raven’s head that made the man’s expression drop into a tight lip. The language itself was evidence that the man knew what the symbol meant. He didn’t even bother playing along the charade like they usually did, and what’s more was the cybernetic guy didn’t even bother touching it.

”You shouldn’t have picked that up.” He quietly said, and yet his eyes remained focused on the ring.

”Who does it belong to then?” It was a question that he had been chasing for a while now, but it was only because Rath was personally invested in the search. By this point Rath lowered his voice to where only the two of them could hear.

”Why?” He asked abruptly, the word was like the air itself was a blade.

”Let’s just say the owner of this ring might be a bit vengeful due to the lack of a hand.” It was all Rath could say for the moment, but this was neither the time or the place to give one hell of a story. Just then the crowd within the bar let out a cheer as the ball was close to the goal.

”If that’s true, then what I can tell you is that it is the symbol of the Spectral Brigade. Mercenaries that remain secretive yet involved with many things behind the shadows. They’re the equivalent of the underworld version of us mercenaries. Except they’re smarter, ruthless, and have done their best to keep their agents safe from being identified.” If there was anything Rath learned during both as a Jedi and as a mercenary it would be information was the key. Information, subterfuge, and power was vital for anyone to survive in this galaxy. The Padawan nodded his head in acknowledgement before he placed a hand over the ring and slipped it back into his sleeve.

”Noted. So how are the games going so far?” Despite the tension, the pair resumed a more natural conversation regarding the games, asking how certain people were doing, etc.

 

[Jackie O]

The Kel Dor celebrated victory a little early before taking a crushing blow to the back and being sent hard to the ground. Jackie couldn't help but wince slightly. From up on the balcony, it looked like the figure shook slightly. Was he crying? That wasn't a good look. No, one of the observation droids zoomed in, revealing the Kel Dor man laughing, which was honestly slightly more worrying than crying. "Looks like he got a few screws knocked loose," Jackie responded to the guy who pulled up beside him. Jackie didn't really look like he belonged here, but compared to this guy, he looked like he had his shit together.

"I'm sure the Bull is about to wipe the laughter off of his face, though," he said with shrug, taking a drink from the plastic cup. Jackie leaned forward, trying to see how the scuffle for the ball at the goal line would play out. The yellow team was so close to scoring, making Jackie that much closer to cashing in on his bet. "Who's your team?" he asked the guy.

The Jedi Master ran at the newcomer, EL-DE. It looked like the girl was about to have a pretty awful day. "Guess the Jedi don't teach nothing about kicking someone when they are down," he said in reference to Hera. Jackie had always thought the Jedi were prudish, so this made him gain a small amount of respect for them, or at least this particular Jedi.

@WhatARuckus

 

[Milo "Scratch" Stare]

"Looks like he got a few screws knocked loose," said the Chiss.

Milo couldn't help but smile at that, idly swinging off his bar-stool to stand next to the rogue as he over-looked the stadium below from the VIP room's slanted, downwards tilted windows. Splicing may have been for tech-indulging nerds, and other such reclusive people, and Milo only really cared about learning splicing for "Welcoming himself into places", but if it could get you into places like this. Something told him all those six-eyed holo-net enthusiasts were onto something. Maybe he should get onto it as well.

"Hah! Oi, well, by t'looks of 'im, it's nuffin' you can't just screw back in to begin with. Lest he was always that way, an' if that's th'case it's no surprise he's down there to begin with."

He took a sip of his fizzy blue drink, let out a raspy sigh of satisfaction, and reminded himself mentally of just how thankful he was that all those crazy pillocks were down there, and he was up here.

"I'm sure the Bull is about to wipe the laughter off of his face, though,"

The Bull, that mulled his expression. An utter badass and champion of Huttball he was, that much was undeniable, but that's why Milo didn't like him. Huttball was about watching life fuck everyone else over, especially the badasses of the galaxy. . . but with the Bull, he was the one steam-rolling everyone. It ruined that egalitarian chaos, but, nevertheless. . . even the Bull looked like he was struggling the time, and that was reason enough to smile again. Mayhaps fortune finally wouldn't smile his way this round.

"Sounds like t'bull, that does. Though I've never seen 'im hurting so much. . . Who knows, maybe this time some'll grab him by th' horns~"

He idly looked around at this, an idle paranoid tick. The Bull was popular, he reminded himself, and if anyone gave him a sour look over that statement, he'd be sure to avoid them in the exit corridor. The crowd seemed ritzy and uncaring enough though. Bunch of out-of-city credited folk coming from someplace they had clean water. Two executives came into his sight, one looked to be more in tech, though what kind of tech that was, Milo hadn't a clue. You had to talk to folks to figure it out, and that meant she might remember his face. He was a real charmer, after all. The other was an absolute stud of a man, couldn't be anything other than just 'credits', that real confident alpha type. Mayhaps he could get someone to pick their pockets on his behalf. . .

He craned his gaze back to the Chiss for a moment, and pondered the prospect. . . Not this one. If he tried to get this one to do it, he'd only laugh at Milo, or he'd just know. . . he could hear it in his words, the way he carried himself, this man was made for Nar-Shadda. . .

He needed someone a little too rich, and a little too naive . . . Maybe the student with the raven black hair? She looked like she came from credits, but she didn't look the sort that had any of her own yet. He just had to figure out a way to get past those bodyguard droids. . .

"Who's your team?" said the Chiss, taking Milo from his scoundrel's train of thought. He looked back down towards the game with an amicable smile.

"Which-ever one's gonna make me credits, o'course. . . In this case, I bet on th'Yellow. Five thousand credits is about to turn into triple that~"

That was a lie, well - only the second part. He was for whatever team could make him credits, in this case, obviously Yellow . . . but it's not exactly like he put his own money on the line when he placed a bet on them beforehand. He had taken a 5000 credit loan out from some speeder-gangers on the lower-levels, real space-sharks with credits, and placed it all on Yellow. If they lost, however, it's not like Milo was gonna be anywhere in town for them to collect that ludicrous %50 interest rate.

"Guess the Jedi don't teach nothing about kicking someone when they are down"

Now that was a true Huttball moment, and Milo could only smile as wide as the night was long. Jedi were fancy, greater-good honor bound warrior-folk, with more delusions about the force than common sense. They were real fun to scam, and surprisingly easy to trick as well - they trusted down-on-their luck strugglers like Milo more oft than not, but you had to be sure to do it right. . . Else you'd find yourself on the wrong end of their fancy laser swords.

"Eheheeh, real speaks for Huttball, don' it? If anything could bring the high and aloof Jedi so low. . It'd have to be Huttball. . ."

Milo blinked a second at that, and craned his face down towards the Chiss again.

"I don' 'fink I got your name, anywho. . You's new around these parts? - And, if so. . By me blimey credits, you certain as hell don' seem loike it. . ."

@Jackie O

 

[Koemi]

Koemi stifled a chuckle as the young Anfynn jolted in her seat, surprised by the sudden interaction. Of course she had not intended to scare the woman but such a reaction was hard to not garner one of it’s own.

”First time attending one, yep! One of those things that needed to get checked off the bucket list, y’know?” Koemi smiled in response as she dug into the popcorn with her free hand, dropping a few kernels in her mouth after she spoke. As she chewed, she mulled over how this young woman didn’t seem to fit the stereotypical bill of what a Huttball fan would be. Ah, but what did that matter in the end? She, like everyone else here, had come to enjoy the sport that dominated the Outer Rim. Who was she to judge?

It was then that the mayhem of Raging Bull, Krazy Kel and Bodyhammer began to take shape. First the hit to the MVP’s back and then Kel getting put on the ground by a chainsaw to the… Well, neither injury looked like it would have felt the greatest but judging by the lively outpour of the crowd, everyone had an opinion on the play. Koemi herself jumped up in her seat as the ball rolled free to the goal line, popcorn erupting from the bag and scattering on the floor.

”Go! Go! GO!” Koemi yelled, her voice barely heard amongst all the others of the bar before Bodyhammer finally secured the first point of the game before slamming hard into the wall. A defeated look plastered her face as she sunk into her seat before glancing back over at the woman by her side.

”Huh?” she began, having actually heard Clove but needing a second to actually compute the words before replying. ”Oh! Oh, yea. I mean, he’s usually in the center of all the really nasty hits. I do hope that EL-DE is okay though…” The injuries the woman had received on the pitch were severe, gut-wrenching. Still, they hadn’t had a death in Huttball in quite some time. A miracle, really. ”What about you? Yellow?” she returned, having noticed the way her eyes lit up behind her glasses as she watched Raging Bull during the play. ”Maybe a friendly wager? Say… A hundred pegats for whoever’s team wins?” she finished with a smile. She didn’t know this woman in the slightest but just glancing around the room, she could see all sorts of private bets being placed… Along with some less than subtle drug deals. Nar Shaddaa; it never disappoints.

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[Clove Vanhoop]

Clove shuddered at the sight of Altair's back injury and the chaos that ensued. It was a spectacular, albeit violent, show. But that didn't surprise her because she remembered how disgusted she felt on that field, getting carried away with that spear-like weapon. Fortunately, Altair seemed to be fine and was able to get himself off the ground.

Her gaze then returned to Hera, the woman who was always joyfully laughing. Whatever minor Council discussions Clove had, filled with laughs and smiles, irritated her a little. Even now, she was true to her name; she killed a young girl without hesitation and, as usual, laughed. Clove wasn't sure what bothered her more: the laughter, the commentary, or the fact that she never felt the light fade from the girl's body. No, she hadn't felt any light in the first place.

Before she could dwell on her feelings of losing the Force, the yellow team scored and the girl finally responded; Clove couldn't blame her, the field was a mess and strangely tense. Clove herself get swept up in the moment, eyes widened as Jurgen touched the ball and scored for the yellow team. "He sure is, it almost feels like Krazy Kel is invincible." She quietly laughed to herself, recalling the sandwich. A quick laugh followed by silence. "Hm. It looks nasty... I hope so as well." She knew the girl was dead. She'd seen a lot of wounds, and big ones like those only meant one thing: death. But she wasn't about to ruin the mood.

"Yeah, I think the yellow team has a good chance this year." She gave a faint smile before blinking. She hadn't expected a wager, let alone with a stranger. But, after some consideration, why not? While she wasn't wealthy, she did have some credits and peggats stashed away from back then. And a quick glance also revealed that she wasn't the only one placing wagers. So surely it had to be a fun thing to do. "I've never had a friendly wager before, but sure. That sounds like a lot of fun. Whoever wins gets 100 peggats." She gave the girl, whose name she didn't know, a gentle smile.

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[Emryc Thorne]

“Pay up,” Emryc said to his daughter as Bodyhammer took solid blows, but wasn’t quite knocked out just yet. This game was proving to be exciting and even Emryc had hints of lively emotion on his face. When the scramble for the goal began, the President actually stood up and leaned against the railing, his ears flattening or twitching far more than they normally ever did.

“Come on..” He muttered as he watched the chaos play out. His gaze flicked briefly over towards Hera mercilessly destroying EL-DE, leaving the girl a mangled mess on the ground. Was this the same councilor that pitched him ideas on humiliating Sith? He wasn’t entirely surprised, clapping to show support of the vicious and brutal actions as was fitting for Huttball. It had been many years since there had been a death during a championship and this one would be remembered for a long time.

Emryc glanced over when Tiamat decided to join them, Here to cheer on your ex-boyfriend? He quipped at her telepathically with a faint grin as he took a sip from his whiskey and gazed back at the game. The half Sephi always had his way of knowing things, and she wouldn’t entirely be surprised at this point.

Bodyhammer saved the day by scoring the goal at last, giving Yellow team the first point. Emryc clapped in support, looking at Jayna again, “We’ve got backstage passes to meet with the winning team after this is over.”

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[Jayna Thorne]

“Fair is fair.” Jayna said quietly, reaching into her front pocket. Without delay, she pulled out fifty crowns and handed them over to Emryc - flashing the half-Sephi a faint smirk. The heiress had no qualms living up to their little bet - especially with such a lively game going on down below. She made a point to lean a bit further over the rail that dropped down into the arena, her expression lighting up in ways that it so rarely did. Though her slightly-fluted ears weren’t nearly as expressive as Emryc, there was no denying the palpable glee from the heiress - watching the carnage below.

Her eyebrows shot up when Raging Bull took the blow to his back, eagerly anticipating whatever revenge the former MVP was likely to dull out against the Kel’Dor. This was going to be good, and it only caused the quarter-Sephi to bound a bit in anticipation. Of course, Jayna couldn’t mask her shock when EL-DE was obliterated by Hera. “Damn.” She muttered. Those silver eyes went wide, though it wasn’t aversion or disgust that played across her expression. Instead, the quarter-Sephi loudly clapped alongside the rest of the crowd - entirely enthusiastic about the bloodshed going on below. This was Huttball after all, and that was some top-tier shit going down in the arena. Her grin didn’t fade, even as she leaned over to Daddy once more. “They said Jedi Councilor, correct?”

“Didn’t think she would have it in her.” She remarked after a moment.

Jayna glanced over when Tiamat made her entrance - immediately flashing her favorite aunt a smile. “Auntie,” The heiress briefly wrapped an arm to give the woman a one-armed hug, lingering against the show of affection before gesturing back to the game going on below. “Red is already down a player, courtesy of ‘The Joyful’.” She remarked, glancing over to her aunt. “I Didn’t take for you a fan of the sport,” Jayna said with a tilt of her head.

The quarter-Sephi began to class and whistle when the yellow-team scored - clearly pleased by the development. Suddenly, she was grateful the Tognath was still standing through the first round. When Emryc mentioned having backstage passes, Jayna’s eyes lit up at once. “Really?” She blinked a few times, not particularly surprised but happy nonetheless. Though she didn't say it, Emryc would easily be able to deciphar the look of gratitude behind her silver gaze. “I am sure Raging Bull and The Joyful will be happy to see you again,” The Heiress quipped, making her prediction ahead of time.

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[Darth Tiamat]

Tiamat was taken in awe by the sight of the blood and chaos that sprawled across the field, it was hard to tear her eyes away from the beating from The Joyful and where the huttball sat, just meters away from the goal. The woman internally would admit that she was impressed with a jedi having such an unrelenting spirit, most she had met could have probably used some guidance from someone like the councilor the galaxy was now watching.

Regardless, the acknowledgement from Jayna turned her attention fully on the teen. She felt she was spending less time with them as they continued to grow and branch off into different interests. It was bittersweet, a mixture of sadness, but also pride and happiness she held for her and even for Ezra. She embraced Jayna who now absolutely towered over her, allowing her to hold her as long as she wished before letting go to return to the game. Jayna commented about the game and Tiamat smiled, "Sometimes I just like it to just annoy your father.", now she saw that her Red team was down by a player. A death nonetheless, something that hasn't been seen in huttball in quite some time. Tia's eyebrows rose as she opened her mouth to speak, only to get a chime in from Emryc about herself coming to watch her ex-boyfriend.

The woman's eyes widened, her face turning as bright as the sporting red colors she was wearing as she slowly turned her head to see his faint grin before he took a sip from his drink.

Ha, ha, ha-ha... she mused back, I'm not cheering for him this time, but I wish him well... Probably the most generic response meaning, I-secretly-am-cheering-for-him-to-do-well-because-I-am-not-over-him. But Tia was certain Emyrc knew that and it would be her own decision to forever sever that attachment. Just how long did she want to continue to suffer over it. The woman took a drink of her beer, not wanting to delve into her deep thoughts as round two begun.

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[Koemi]

”Invincible?” Koemi replied with a hearty laugh, dropping a couple more pieces of popcorn back. ”Just lucky, I’d guess. You gotta be tough if you’re gonna jump into that arena though. Or stupid. Maybe both?" she added with a shrug. "My name is Koemi, by the way. If we’re gonna put money on this, we may as well get somewhat acquainted,” she finished whilst offering her hand as well as a smile.

As the game was about to begin, Koemi noticed the motionless form of EL-DE on the sidelines being covered by a white sheet on her stretcher before being loaded into the back of the on-site ambulance. There was actually a death? Her heart sunk slightly at the revelation that perhaps the sport wasn’t quite as regulated as she had believed. Youthful ignorance shattered as the speeder departed the arena devoid of any emergency beacons.

It was difficult at first for Koemi to recenter herself, but people were murdered every day in the Outer Rim. It was a reality she had to accept and learn to live with if she truly was going to make it on her own. With a deep swallow to ease the choking sensation she felt, her eyes returned to the game in time to watch Ruby Rae pick up and quickly proceed to drop the ball after being knocked out. With a wince, she found herself hoping that the crimson skinned warrior was going to recover. For her own well being but more importantly, for the wager she had in place.

”This… This isn’t looking good for me, is it?” Koemi joked with a smirk just as Raging Bull managed to cross the goal line, expanding on the Yellow team's lead. "Shit," she growled as she set the bag of popcorn down on the table ahead of her.

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