Ask [Flashback] Ryloth Rancors vs. Tatooine Krayts

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc Thorne, long before he was ever a Sith Lord, long before he was ever President of the ISC, long before the ISC ever existed, was a nobody. He was a skinny, 18-year-old half Sephi that hovered just around 5’10 instead of his future massive 6’5 frame. Emryc Thorne had dirty blond hair down to his shoulders and delicate features. However, the icy silver eyes were exactly the same as they would be in the future.

18-year-old Thorne was a Sith apprentice, not yet a Marauder and virtually unknown. As a result, he was dirt poor and made bits of cash by smuggling spice, DJing in the underground scene of Nar Shaddaa or by driving around customers. He had been saving up for some time to score these tickets, and of course he could only afford the nosebleeds very far away from the action. This was one of the biggest rivalry games and he was fortunate to even snag these shitty tickets.

It took him a long while to hike up to the sections and he had to evade multiple attempts at being mugged on his way in. The half Sephi was wearing a Ryloth Rancors jersey and his face was painted in the brilliant team colors with an R on each cheek.

He was almost there when he was stuck behind a grumpy Gamorrean. The crowds were rougher here and he attempted to squeeze past, promptly caught between the side of the stairs and the Gamorrean’s rear.

“Come on man!” Emryc shouted as he pushed against the large fan futilely.

 

[Amon Aldinari]

Before even Amon could consider himself a Sith, there were parts of his life that he would consider the golden days and some nights would probably consider them the worst. One of those moments that he couldn't decide had been when he was 18 years old and completely enriched in the criminal lifestyle.

Fortunately for him, he was about 6'0 ft tall at the time and while he was young and clean-shaven, he had features that made him older than he appeared. Cuts and scrapes marked his face constantly from his activities with his gang and he wore them with pride. With what he did, it earned him quite a bit of money on the side and he showed it, wearing a nice jacket over a buttoned shirt that had a few of them undone, a watch on his left wrist, and a chain around his neck.

Amon had been a fan of huttball ever since he could walk over to his holoscreen to plant his eyes on the sport and absorb every second of it. With the income he was earning from his job and his creative ways to make his own on the side with his associates, it allowed him to earn a trip to Nar Shaddaa and watch one of his favorite teams in person and have a great time doing it as well.

The young man walked into the stadium, a girl by his side as he had his arm around her shoulder, keeping her snug as he would pull her in to whisper something in her hair to earn a giggle before letting go slightly. An elaborate bottle was in his right hand, the liquid a pure amber color inside and resulting in them both comfortably buzzed. Amon had paid the guards to give him an escort and he made his way to the nosebleeds, a fond memory of his friend throwing up his first time there on Coruscant. Plus the girls loved it, a win-win for him. As they made their way through and took the stairs, to head to the next level, he heard someone shout and for some reason it drew his attention, even in his buzz and most likely because of that.

His eyes were immediately on the one person who stood out and it was the superfan in the middle of the room sandwiched in the line. Amon stopped where he was on the steps and turned to face that direction, a smile creeping on his face at the sight. He leaned on the railing as he whistled over to Emryc, "Aye! Rancor!" He lifted the bottle and pointed at the Sephi, "You a fan? Huh?" It was rare to see a Ryloth fan on Nar Shaddaa and especially a superfan, he had to respect it. "What's your name?"

Emryc would be able to see he was on the stairs leading to a VIP section and a non-claustrophobic area, possibly throwing a life float to him.

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc heard someone call out to him while the Gamorrean began to turn around. The half Sephi glanced over and stared blankly for a moment at being asked if he were a fan. The deadpan stare was especially pronounced against the bright colors on his face. Emryc remained silent and prepared to go right back to his struggle when he happened to catch the passes the man was carrying.

By then, the Gamorrean turned around and shoved the half Sephi, sending Emryc backpedaling a few steps. He glared up at the pig before dodging a punch and making his way over towards the man that called out to him. Silver gaze followed along the staircase towards the VIP section.

“You feeling generous?” He asked with a half grin as he looked back at the man. His gaze flicked over to the woman next him for a moment before returning to the man. He could already tell the woman was eyeing him with great interest - even with the ridiculous paint Emryc was easy on the eyes. And the ladies usually found his pointy ears adorable.

“Emryc,” He stated simply, following the group up if Amon started walking again.

 

[Amon Aldinari]

Amon couldn't help laugh at the pretty's boy response to his question before being pulled into a fight. The girl on his hip slapped his chest, "Don't give him shit. He's enjoying the game." His eyes drifted toward her and a grin appeared on his face before taking a sip of his bottle and handing it to her, "It's just a little fun. I rarely get to see the fanatics where I'm from." Especially ones for the team he liked. That's when the two noticed the Sephi heading for the stairs and towards them, earning a smirk as his grey eyes followed with some curiosity.

The girl was especially paying attention to Emryc and she couldn't help but point it out, "Oh, he's pretty." Amon chuckled softly in response but added afterward so only she could hear, "Yeah and I'll beat his ass if he touches you." Having been in enough losing fights and winning ones that he could make the claim with ease. Being territorial had always been one of his traits but it had been especially bad when he was younger and mixed in with his gang.

As Emryc climbed the stairs, two of the guards stepped in front of them and Amon waved them off immediately, "Stop, stop. Clearly, he's a major threat." The remark referred to his entire outfit more than anything else. They took a step back and Amon separated from the girl as he walked down a few steps before giving the Sephi an upward nod and a smirk at his question, "Usually, depends this time on how big a fan you are though." There was a side of him that could be obviously tapped into where he liked to flex.

After hearing his name, another step was taken down before he outstretched a gloved hand to be shaken with. "Amon." Even at that age, his hands were always in his black gloves, outside, inside, drinking, it didn't matter. It was quite a contrast to the rest of his outfit. He hooked a thumb to the girl behind him, "This is..." She then waved slowly at Emryc while offering a smile as she leaned against the railing, "Amelia."

Amon's muted grey eyes bored into Emryc's bright silver ones, a unique clash before his separated and then scanned down the rest of the Sephi. He turned slightly towards Amelia with an arched eyebrow, "What you think?" The girl stared at the Sephi for a few moments before a nod came out as her final answer with a grin on her face. His grey eyes swung back to Emryc, a full smile on his face as he cocked his head toward the top of the stairs, "Let's get it, dog."

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Unfortunately for Amon, Emryc was half Sephi. That meant his oversized ears could clearly make out quietly muttered words. Despite that, he had no reaction as he clearly heard Amon boast about beating his ass if he touched...Amelia, was it? From the looks of it, she was far more likely to touch him first. Emryc kept his cool frost in place,

He was unfazed by the guards in his way and remained quiet until he was standing across from both Amon and his girl. He met the gray eyes with his own piercing silvers. He watched Amon’s gaze roam up and down before glancing over to Amelia for an appraisal. Emryc crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head.

“You waiting for me to take my pants off or what?” He asked smoothly, amusement bleeding into his tone. Emryc looked between the both of them, catching a furious blush on the girl’s face.

“There, now I’m not the only one with a red face,” The half Sephi said breezily as he stepped past Amon towards the VIP area. Emryc may have been poor, but he certainly wasn’t without his casual confidence.

The VIP area was certainly not something he ever imagined himself approaching. It was nowhere close to the VIP boxes the diplomats and senators got, but it was still a roped off area that had more screens for viewing. Emryc could spot a bar there but knew right away he likely couldn’t afford the drinks.

The half Sephi looked back towards the arena. He had poor eyesight, so he relied on the screens mainly. He looked visibly more excited as the players began to come out.

“Alton Damaris is coming on!” He said to no one in particular. It was a massive feeorin that lumbered out into the arena. The crowds began to go wild. Emryc clapped along with the rest of them, silver eyes glinting when they were calm and frosty before.

 

[Amon Aldinari]

At Emryc's question, a full chuckle came out from him and a smile while Amelia blushed behind him. The fan had some balls and Amon had to respect it and he shouldn't have expected anything less when someone came to a stadium painting their body. "Well, if your team enthusiasm stretches down to your dick, swing and display proudly. I need all the luck I can get." There was a chunk of credits on this game and he wouldn't mind anyway to up his chances. Surely a naked skinny twig jumping around would distract the other team if they witnessed it.

The half sephi walked past both of them and Amon turned toward Amelia as he pulled out a cigarra and hung it between his lips and walked up after. "Tonight will be fun." He told his girl before drawing her into him once again and entering the VIP section with Emryc as he had the passes.

The moment they entered, their superfan separated and immediately went over to the screens and faced toward the arena, already locked on what was transpiring on the field. Amon chuckled softly with Amelia, "Well, at least he's authentic." It was a unique sight for him as he mostly dealt with people who only cared what hustle they could pull during a game, not the actual craft itself.

Amon called over the bartender, ordering two drinks before he heard what he thought was Emryc shout Alton Damaris. Immediately, his gaze whipped to the screen at the bar, the feeorin specifically on his starting fantasy team and one of his favorite players. "Oh shit." The bartender was called over again, this time three drinks were ordered, shots specifically. The young man spun around afterward, spotting the half-sephi still glued to the screens. Like last time, Amon whistled loudly to catch his attention, "Red! Let's go!" The new nickname referring to his painted face. He motioned for them to be joined as he spun back around to inspect his purchases as he slid a shot over to Amelia and one in front of him.

By the time Red approached the bar, Amon hadn't stopped ordering and there would be even more drinks as three shots in total were placed for them.

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc tilted his head to regard the man as he invented a nickname on the spot. A grin slowly spread across his face, “Whatever you say, Curls,” He said as he took the shot. He toasted with the others before tossing it back. The half Sephi kept shooting glances back at the screen before making his way towards the bar.

To his surprise, Amon kept the drinks coming. And there were more girls here. Emryc made himself comfortable as he took two shots in his hands and threw them back in quick succession. Behind him he could hear the roar of the crowd as the rest of the players made their grand entrances. Emryc stood next to Amon and grinned at him.

“High roller, eh?” He couldn’t help but quip, “Daddy’s cash or your own?” It wasn’t often he ran into 18 year olds on Nar Shaddaa that had credits to throw around.

 

[Amon Aldinari]

Amon caught the name that was given to him in response and his chair spun slightly to face him as he gave a questionable look. It wasn't the most desired name, to say the least, but Amelia came from behind and placed her hands on his shoulders while she leaned down to his ear to whisper, "I like those curls." She nipped the shell and his gaze left Red, forgetting about him as he turned toward her, his cigarra placed on his ear and planting a quick and smooth kiss afterward as one gloved finger was placed under her chin to tilt her head up as he stood.

When he pulled away, he gave her a wink before he murmured to her softly, "You better." Amon focused after as he turned away and picked up a glass. The first one was downed quick, the burn quickly traveling down to his stomach before settling after a moment. As more and more players entered the field, grey eyes remained locked on the screen after the next assault of shots, the burn growing in ferocity as they weren't the easiest. "Shit, we need to hurry up." With a hand extended in the air, he ordered the last round for them before he caught Red's question.

Amon bounced his head from side to side slowly, a contemplative look on his face, "My own you could say. I have creative ways to get my credits." When he turned toward the counter as his drinks arrived, Red would be able to see the handle of a blaster underneath one of the jacket flaps as it shifted enough to make the weapon viewable. There was a glint of something else but he turned back to face the half-Sephi, two shots handed toward him. Amon gave him a shrug and spoke nonchalantly, "I'm also good at budgeting." It was a tidbit he could believe or not but the weapons were a hint of his real life.

The young man separated his two shots and held the first one in the air to do the same, "To the Rancors." He slammed the bottom of it to the counter and downed it. With a shake of his head, he grabbed the last shot and held it up, "To... Generosity." This time, he gave Red a wink, then a slam, and finished with a quick tilt. With them warmed up finally, he gave the half-Sephi a nod and then pointed to the steep stairs only from this room, "Nosebleed."

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc scoffed at the realization that Amon was not too thrilled about his nickname. He focused on his drinks as the other man had his ego stroked by his girl. That was when one of the other girls came over to introduce herself. Emryc looked over at her, sliding over one of the many drinks Curls was sharing around. He had a soft spot for twi’leks, though he had only been with one before who was rather tame.

His sharp eyes picked up on the blaster Amon carried, though that was common of many spectators here. Nar Shaddaa was lax with its rules and really only the boxed VIP areas had any sort of real anti weapon rules.

“Ahh,” Emryc said as he gave a sagely nod to Curls, “So you’re basically a shady ass accountant,” He gave the man a quick wink as his girlfriend looked away to stifle her laugh. His arm was already snaked around the twi’lek’s waist.

The half Sephi followed Amon's gaze towards the nosebleeds, a grin appearing on his face. He gave a light pat on the twi’lek’s rear to nudge her to go first. Emryc tossed back two more shots for good measure before grabbing a third drink for the road.

Emryc followed after the twi’lek, the name that he already forgot, as he climbed up. Once there, they were able to see the actual arena - albeit there was some squinting involved. The first round had begun and Emryc focused fully on the action.

“Sooo you wanna explain how the game works to me?”

The half Sephi gave her a briefly bemused look, “The hell are you at a Huttball game for, Mia?”

The twi’lek looked entirely offended, huffing, “I was trying to make conversation! And my name is Lia! You’re such a-”

There was the subtlest tug with the Force that suddenly made Lia begin to trip. Emryc acted quickly after his own trip move, casually catching Lia before she fell. He leaned his face in, piercing silver eyes locking with hers, “Are you all right, Lia?“ He said quietly with that telltale smooth baritone as he helped her back to her feet, “What were you saying?”

The twi’lek began to blush furiously as she blinked at him, “I...well….thanks.”

Emryc grinned at her before gazing back at the game.

 

[Amon Aldinari]

The small group they hard formed transferred over to the stairs and down to the nosebleed, Amon unable to help but chuckle at the smack to the Twi'lek's rear and the confidence from a superfan with R's painted on his cheeks. Somehow, they all made it down and instantly went to the railing, offering a perfect view of the field and players to those who weren't blind. With the game in motion, it was hard for him to focus on anything else.

Amon rested his arms against the railing, Amelia's on top of his as her back pressed against his lean torso. He was about to catch a pass but then suddenly, something changed, he couldn't explain it, the air but he sensed it. His grey eyes swung over to Red and the Twi'lek despite the raucous cheers, only finding the two of them flirting. If Red caught it, he would just be looking blankly at them for a few moments, attempting to find something that wasn't there.

Amelia's fingers scratched along the bottom of his jaw and directed his attention back to her, "Why are you distracted?" Amon could only give her a grin, "Me? Never." In order to brush it off, he gave her a quick kiss and then one to her neck. His arm slid to the top of her chest and pulled her back tighter against his frame, freeing his arm as well as he took a sip of the bottle that was in that hand before giving it to her.

Pulling the cigarra out of his ear and placing it into his mouth, he ignited it quickly and allowed the puff of smoke to be exhaled out slowly. As the game went on and drew everyone in with the violence, Amon's grey eyes eventually drifted to the penthouse several levels up with interest. Glancing over to Red, he asked him out loud, "Red, you get in trouble often?" Another cloud was inhaled through the young man's nostrils before exhaled out of his mouth once more with practiced ease.

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc’s keen ears could pick up the conversation between Amon and his girlfriend. Of course, the half Sephi didn’t know that the man was also Force sensitive. Silver eyes glanced over to catch Amon staring at him. Emryc tilted his head and grinned, “See something you like, Curls?” He called out casually, amusement in his tone. Lia or Tia or whatever was back in a good mood and throwing back drinks of her own.

The half Sephi followed Amon’s gaze towards the penthouse boxes. Emryc’s eyebrows rose as he looked back at Amon, “Not often by choice…” He muttered. Those boxes often had very tight security in the form of mercenaries and droids. However, they offered an undeniably spectacular view of the game.

“Can you get us in there?!” Lia squealed so loud that Emryc’s ears almost flattened. She grabbed curled an arm around his bicep, the faintest look of distaste appearing on Emryc’s face. He sipped from the drink in his other hand, glancing back at the box while addressing Curls.

“What’s your plan?”

 

[Amon Aldinari]

Hearing that it was often not his choice, a grin spread across his mouth, "Ah, a little goodie two shoes, helps explain a little bit." Amon referring to his long hair and overall pretty boy features that were still prevalent without the face paint compared to the cuts and scrapes he had. Amelia slapped him on the chest with a slight giggle as she watched the game. It would be easy to see him contemplate the risk and reward before Lia pushed him over the edge and squealed loudly beside the half-Sephi. Even he would catch Red's ears visibly drawing back at the shrieks of it and he wouldn't be able to help but snicker to himself at the sight.

Red asked what the plan was, either committed to impressing his Twi'lek or trying to never again hear the sound she made. Amon nodded toward the field in response, "Half-time during the show, when the fans are getting their drinks and food. Security is stretched thin at that point." These stadiums were massive and security wasn't exactly always manned for the job, to say the least, the reason why a huttball game was a festering place for criminal activity.

Once he finished his sentence, his greys swung down to the field as Alton Damaris charged right toward their section. The player's massive hand grabbed onto the head of an opposing player that tried for the ball, smashing his head right into the metal wall as a splatter of blood traveled up it and right to the group. Amon's arm tightened around Amelia and he pulled her back, the blood sprinkling his arm with a few drops appearing on his face. Adrenaline surged through him at the feeling, "Whoo!" Damaris was a machine and he was already on the move afterward.

One of his gloved hands gave a smooth wipe down his cheek before he took another drag from his cigarra after his celebration. "By the time we get up there, we can most likely see Bom Trady terrorize the second half like he usually does." The player's legacy was astounding and one everyone respected, despite whatever team they supported. There was more to it for him but it was a very strong reason to be up there.

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc flashed Amon a grin, “That’s right,” He replied, “I am pretty damn good,” He raised his drink in cheers before throwing the rest of it back. He felt a buzz forming and was getting to be in a great mood. Being on the space station meant he only got a few opportunities to drink or have free time. He hadn’t planned on being able to drink at all this entire game, but Curls had made it possible.

The half Sephi wasn’t entirely convinced of the plan, but even he couldn’t resist the appeal of getting into one of those boxes. He doubted he would ever be in one in this lifetime, so sneaking in was his only opportunity. Before he could agree, Emryc was distracted by the action.

Nosebleeds were too close to see the full arena, but they were great when the action came to that particular corner. As Alton came right towards them and smashed someone’s head in, Emryc jumped up in excitement.

“FUCK YEAH! SUCK DICK, TERRIS!” He shouted as he slammed his hands down on the railing in front of him. Emryc was entirely unfazed by the splatters of blood on his shirt from the action. Lia kept her distance, thoroughly disgusted.

He turned to look at Curls, “The fuck you doing back there? Are you a fan or not?!” He shouted before turning back to look at the action. Emryc leaned over the railing to flash some explicit gestures with his hands at the camera that was now panning over near Terris’s fallen form. Emryc flipping off the cameras was being projected on all the giant screens. The half Sephi saw himself on there and promptly stepped back to lift his tank top quickly up and over his head.

This revealed his muscled torso with the giant words painted across it SLOB ON MY KNOB TRADY! This resulted in a whole lot of booing as the cameras quickly panned away from him, but not before the entire stadium saw. Emryc tossed his tank aside, bursting out into laughter as he clapped and cheered, beaming with pride. Fellow Rancor fans all cheered and roared in support.

When things calmed down from the incident, Emryc stepped away to make his way back towards Amon, not having heard half of what he said. However, Amon would know very clearly Emryc's opinions on Trady.

“So,” He said quietly as he snatched Lia’s drink out of her hand and tossed it back, “Half time, eh?”

 

[Amon Aldinari]

When Red agreed with his statement and that he was pretty damn good, Amon arched his eyebrow while his mouth opened slightly. That's not exactly what he had meant but then it was too late, the half-Sephi almost flinging himself off the railing in order to cheer with the action so close as he told a player named Terris to suck a dick. Red was gone from the conversation, lost in the game and in his own stupor of adrenaline and alcohol as he let loose his inner fandom.

With Amon's lifestyle, drinking was quite a norm for him and pretty much a regular pastime, allowing himself some control when he let himself go. It appeared the complete opposite for the half-Sephi, completely lapping up the attention as he let his opinion known of the opposing team. Red turned toward him in the middle of it, finding a silent and shocked Amon and asking him what he was doing so far back and that if he was a fan. He was already beside the railing next to them funny enough, with blood on his arm and specks on his face to prove it. It didn't appear to be good enough to the half-Sephi still as he practically appeared ready to launch himself onto the field.

Despite the abrupt switch, Amon was loving it as the kid made a spectacle of himself, providing even more entertainment. The cost of extra drinks had been worth it. But when Red lifted his shirt to reveal his painting, the young gangster's head simply dropped in his hand as he realized who he had brought up as loved transformed to regret. Of course, the cherry on top, Red was also a Trady hater, which was as common as a blade of grass.

After the images of Red were filtered out by the feed of the game, he would turn to find the three just watching him in silence. Amon's eyes followed his hand as he took Lia's drink and downed it, making him contemplate about giving this man drinks. But when halftime was mentioned with such simplicity, he couldn't help but laugh, "Out of everyone, I picked you."

With a nod toward the set of stairs, "Let's get moving Knob," A new nickname given to him with his recent antics, "We don't want to be recognized and stopped." With a shake of his head and a chuckle, he dragged along Amelia as he wondered what Lia's opinion was. They would all end up back at the bar, watching through the screen until halftime started as their signal.

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc grinned as he remembered to grab his tank and put it back on. He didn’t need Tia or Gia or whatever asking questions about the tattered shape of his back. There were many fresh welts there that were actively healing. By now the half Sephi was numbed to the pain, but he was still faithfully devoted to his religion.

He followed the others, Lia actually impressed because the crowds were still talking about him. For that moment, Emryc felt as if he were famous. It was about thirty seconds on a Huttball jumbotron, but it was enough to keep him happy for a lifetime.

Back at the bar, he threw back another shot. He looked over at Curls, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small bag of spice. He dangled the bag in front of the others, “My contributions,” He stated gleefully as he offered the contents. The spice was from one of his latest smuggling runs and part of his cut. It was part of a large haul going into the Core worlds and it was some of the finest quality.

 

[Amon Aldinari]

Amon could notice the elation and somehow felt the general sense of happiness that buzzed from Red, a weird sort of energy that was slightly understandable. It made him glance back and even if no emotion was displayed, he wouldn't be able to help throw out because of their nature together, "You still looked like an idiot to half the galaxy." It was obvious he was speaking from the point of view of the side of people who actually liked Bom Trady. It was a comment to also help him to forget what he weirdly felt a few seconds ago.

Shots were called once more and as they were downed in unison, a new ingredient was suddenly added to the mix unexpectedly from someone. Amon, with a scrunched face for a moment, glanced over to Red and then to the baggie, his mouth opening slightly before he smiled. "Red, you beautiful bastard." Without warning, an arm would be wrapped around the half-Sephi's shoulders whether he wanted it or not before being momentarily pulled into Amon, a quick and light slap to his chest as well from his other hand. "That is a very respectful contribution."

They separated afterward as Amon grabbed the baggie and opened it, a knife drawn out from his under his other jacket flap. With a quick and efficient spin, the knife was spun so the hilt faced downward as he dropped it and crushed up some of the contributions. One of the girls reached forward and he sharply slapped the hand away, "Ah, there are rules." There was etiquette to everything.

Placing the crushed spice in a clump at the end of the blade, it was held up to Red afterward high enough to just bend down and snort, or he just could pick up the blade underneath and do it himself.

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc simply gave Curls a playful wink at being called an idiot. This was perfectly timed with several girls suddenly coming out of nowhere to crowd him and telling him how brave he was for going on the jumbotron like that. There was no doubt that footage would be replayed across the galaxy and trend across social media platforms. Even Amelia eyed him with renewed interest, though she was far more subtle to avoid irritating Curls.

When it came to the spice, Emryc grinned and returned the gesture, clapping Amon on the back as he was pulled into the greeting. He turned towards the spice, leaned down and inhaled it off the knife, sniffing and wiping his nose off as his eyes widened.

“Fuck I forgot how good this was,” He remarked, stepping aside to let the others go. The spice had an instant effect instead of a slow simmer like most diluted strains. His eyes watered slightly and he wiped his entire face off, a lazy grin spreading across his face.

“All right,” He declared as he threw back another shot. He walked towards Curls and threw an arm around his shoulder and leaned in close to his ear, “If we’re gonna crack into that penthouse, these girls are gonna be liabilities,” He said quietly, “I’ll leave it to you on telling them to get lost,” He patted Amon on the back in a ‘good luck’ sort of way.

Even before halftime, they needed to be in a position away from the bar. Most people would flood over to get drinks and they would need to be hidden. Emryc began making his way over, leaving Amon to deal with drama.

 

[Amon Aldinari]

After the first inhale was done, a succession of more followed after, and their small group was soon riding a new high. It hit every one of Amon's senses, at first his face with the incredible pressure it gave before dissipating across the rest of the body. With an inhale, it brought him back into reality as he opened his eyes, every sensation giving off a sort of weightless feeling. Spice was a common occurrence with him and somehow the rush it gave never got old, at least for now with him.

A grin had spread across his face as well, uncontrollable and exposing how he really felt as he reached for a drink. That's when an arm slipped around his shoulders and he turned his head to find Red leaning towards him to drop the news. Amon just stared at him with a look that easily translated into, "Why the fuck is this being dropped onto me?" But then, Red was already gone with a little clap on his shoulder as a parting gift for the trouble he was about to get into.

A sigh came out from, not happy about the fact that he had to tell the females to leave but that Red was right. In his original plan, he expected Amelia to be part of their group when they broke in but it was highly risky. Approaching the woman, Amon gave them both of smile before finally speaking, "Unfortunately ladies, this is as far as you two could go." Lia appeared hurt at the prospect of losing interesting company while Amelia looked furious, not understanding the audacity that was coming from him.

"Are you serious? You were the one who asked me to come to the game?!" Amon gazed at her a moment before performing his usual reaction which was the nonchalant shrugging of his shoulders. "What can I say? The more interesting company wins out." It hadn't gone unnoticed by him the peeks that Amelia had been giving Red and a grin followed his words to express that point thoroughly for Amelia. With a scoff, she slapped Amon across the cheek and made his head turn a few inches as he put a gloved hand to the skin, a sting left there.

Amon rubbed his cheek before bringing his muted eyes back to them. He gave a slight smile before a half bow as he slowly stepped away from them with his arms spread out, "But please, enjoy the complimentary service of VIP." With that, he turned and walked where he would find Red, the girls leaving his thoughts. They at least weren't being left out in the streets and could get free drinks.

The unknown Sith eventually linked back up with Red, just giving him a shake of the head as the only report he needed of what happened. Amon casted a quick glance to the game clock before looking to Red as he positioned himself by the stairs, "Most stadiums were built by the same contractor, which means...." The timer would run out then and let out a piercing alarm, signifying that it was the start of the halftime show.

A few seconds later, beside the pair, one section of the wall which was just a metal panel, would open with several service workers exiting from to disperse amongst the stadium. With some quick steps, Amon made his way over and stuck his foot between the door, a service tunnel on the other side of it. "They have the same layout." Already the two could hear the sound of rustling crowds wanting refreshments and it was time for them to go.

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc looked over at Curls when he arrived, spotting the red on his cheek from the slap. The half Sephi grinned, “Want me to bitchslap you on the other side so you get a nice, even blush going?”

He looked away when the panel opened and the workers exited. Emryc followed Amon as he caught the opening with his foot, allowing enough of a gap for the two to slip through. The half Sephi looked around, not spotting anyone right away. He kept walking till he noticed two janitors. While this entire operation would be simple with the Force, he wasn’t too keen on revealing his abilities just yet.

Emryc looked at Amon and made some hand signals and miming to try and convey that they needed to jump the other men and dress like them. Unfortunately the half Sephi’s interpretive gestures were confusing as hell and the janitors started to look at them. Emryc panicked and ran over to deck one of them in the face, hoping that Curls could rapidly adapt to the situation. There was a janitor’s closet nearby to leave the unconscious men and quickly don their outfits.

The half Sephi quickly put on the overalls, finally whispering now that the janitors were out cold, “No one will suspect us if we just waltz into the box!” Emryc said, almost slurring his words from being slightly drunk.

 

[Amon Aldinari]

"One was just enough." The question reminded him of the sting and he rubbed the area softly before focusing back on the task at hand. With the door opened, the two slipped in easily and were met with a typical hallway. Pipes ran along the wall, clearly stating that the area wasn't for customers/visitors but that was exactly what they wanted. They didn't get too far before the two of them heard voices and realized they had company.

Both of them crouched down and out of sight, Amon thinking quickly about how to resolve the situation as he wasn't blessed with the force, at least at the moment. Before anything could come to mind, Red turned toward him and performed hand signals that he pretty much had only seen in the holo movies, the shots from earlier as well not helping his understanding. The gangster just stared at Red, his mouth opening slightly at first to say something before it just closed, his face turning to a dead-pan state.

A combination of frustration at the hand signals when they were so close and the alcohol from earlier mixed and he spoke in a hushed tone, "What the fuck are you saying?" With the random blurt out and the hand motions, they were revealed easily as both of them would just snap their heads towards the janitors, the two parties staring at each other momentarily.

That's when Red just dashed forward and clocked one right in the cheek to take him out. Amon practically acted on instinct his whole life and he leaped into action once his buddy did. He practically leaped-frog over Red and onto the other side, facing the janitor before throwing his own punch. They were janitors and weren't prepared to be jumped by two athletic drunken kids, both of them dropping easily.

Once that was done, Amon just stared at his handiwork for a moment, a slice of regret coming up at hurting a dude who was just trying to get by. That was until they needed the uniform and those thoughts were easily pushed out. At Red's comment, he was silent at first then realized the genius. Almost everyone in the stadium was drunk or in the same state generally as his friend was. They really could just waltz in, "Not a bad idea." With a laugh, Amon quickly put on the uniform before hiding the bodies and continuing on.

They would reach the end of the hallway and eventually find a service ladder, one that took them multiple levels up without any hindrance. Amon casted a quick glance up, both of them able to hear the sound of pumping music above them as the way up ended near the actual VIP area. With a wink to Red, Amon gripped onto the insanely tall ladder and began to climb up.