Open Social Hutt Ball Observation

[Ramail Lone]

Ramail traced the rim of the shot glass with her finger, thinking. "Well," she said, raising an eyebrow at Skjorn. "If you need to get out there, we could go treasure hunting, see if we can uncover some of our people's old ruins or something. Wouldn't mind playing archaeologist for a while." Her eyes widened in realisation. "We could go disturb the peace on Krownest for a while. Be a thorn in the side of the Wrens."

She looked towards the arena as a roar rose up from the crowd. Then, she turned her attention to Skjorn again. "I've had a chat with the Old Man. If you're up for it, there are more mando'ade out there who might want to come home. We could do a repeat of our previous trip?"

@Rhogar

 

[Soygun York]

York did a double-take at Thorne's exuberance to the violence that was shown on the screen. This was a side of the ISC President he had not seen before. As he went to put his shot glass down for another pour, he noticed the crack form in the bar top. The Kattadan made a mental note to not get punched in the face by the President. It would likely require reconstructive surgery, and Soygun quite liked his face as it was.

But, "every last one of them better be drinking," so York went ahead and poured another shot, sighed deeply, and threw it back. York liked being tipsy. Interesting and beautiful women found him charming when he was lightly slurring his words, leaning toward them a bit more, and being a little bit more candid about how he liked their beautiful eyes and how they looked in that dress. But, he didn't like being stone-cold drunk. He gambled too much when drunk and he often liked to take the speeders out for a spin. He found out that the law didn't like that much.

The Lord of Onderon made sure to point out that the Pink Power Ranger in the huttball game that just spiked someone's head into the durasteel floor was part of his mercenary team. York nodded at him for a moment and said, "Yes...I may need to get your card after all."

 

[Skjorn Naskar]

Skjorn nodded to himself as she spoke. "The Orar'da'yadr has other sects that were lost. We could try to find them, visit Krownest and toy with the Wrens." He'd signal for a bottle of Narcolethe this time.

When the bottle arrived, he'd look her way. "You already know I'll happily go where you do. At least, I hope I you would." Filling their emptied glasses, he'd slide hers back her way.

"Although, you may have to be careful, you could get stuck digging forever and drag me down that path with ya. Another thing we gotta watch for, any Xargas, Ordos, and the like. Old rivals."

@Casmer

 

[Dhari Rast]

"I like him better too," Dhari said, eyes fixed intensely on the Mandalorian. "He's been more... reliable, so far. But we'll see."

Dhari nodded slowly, satisfied with Nakadr/Tal's explanation. She knew full well the troubles of dressing conspicuously. She hadn't worn Sith robes in years, but she remember the looks people gave her.

"Copycat," Dhari teased. "But Mr Poffo is the obvious choice. The odds weren't great, but at least we should be fairly sure of a return." There was a long pause after Nakadr/Tal spoke, while Dhari took a long, deep breath. Well, after Nimban she had spent most of her time trying to sweep up the mess that Nakadr/Tal and his companion had left on Dhari's doorstep, a process which included butting heads with a particularly belligerent Jedi on a shithole of a planet. But she didn't say that.

"Shouldn't you buy me a drink first?" Dhari asked. "Plenty of time to catch up. Looks like the game might drag on for a while."

@Rhogar

 

[Ramail Lone]

Ramail shoved Skjorn in the shoulder, grinning. "Look at you, jare'la. You scared of your rivals?" She stretched her limbs, circling the shoulder joints, trying to loosen up. She didn't like being sedentary for too long. Body wasn't made for it. She took her glass, this time sipping the alcohol instead of knocking it back. "And you could do so much worse than getting stuck in a dig with me, pal."

An instant later, Ramail shrugged. "But if you're worried about it, maybe we'll put aside the artefact hunt for now. Start by getting out there again-" she gestured exaggeratedly at an imaginary vaccum of space in front of her, a cheeky grin plastered on her face "- among the stars. The Old Man must have his eyes on other vode we can go collect."

She looked Skjorn's way. "Why are you so adamant on getting out there anyway? I don't think you've ever told me."

@Rhogar

 

[Darth Tiamat]

Tiamat grinned knowing her preference to avoid the VIP section was probably anomaly in the huttball crowd. He followed up with a comment about the open bar and Tia laughed knowing even through his sarcasm, there were those crazy enough to kill their way for an open bar. She was certain about half of those she passed by in the bar, they would absolutely participate in the chance for a VIP spot and open bar if it only meant to be the last to survive.

He gaze settled on the holo-screens, there was some reassurance that there were even those who would never have attend a huttball game in the entirety of their lives. It made her wonder with such a forbidden sport in the core, how many of those who were wealthy enough still had secret screenings, or took the time to come all the way out to the far end of the galaxy just to watch.

She was taken by some surprise as Amon extended his arm to welcome the sight and sounds of Huttball to Tiamat. He was correct and the term debauchery summed it up pretty well. There was more than just Huttball happening here and it reminded her of the swoop races she used to attend when growing up. Even with the more controlled patrolling in the core, there was still a level of unrest and trouble that mingled in the crowd.

Amon turned around, resting his back against the edge of the counter, asking her about the nosebleed section. Tia's eyebrows raised as she thought, she certainly heard the term, but she would want to know if it meant the same, "In ballet, it is the highest section of the theater for viewers...though...for Huttball..." she glanced at Amon and then back at the holoscreen and the rest of the crowd in the bar. Her face slightly contorting in a grimace, "Is it the high seats...or is it where everyone goes to fight things out?" she asked.

@Orbit

 

[Taldorak Trenessar]

Tal smirked at that, his hand resting over his heart as if in mock betrayal. "I don't think I will ever recover financially, from such a claim." He took no effort to conceal his eyes checking her out. "For what it's worth, I hope to live up to his reputation."

He'd take a sip. "Pretty sure I been here longer, so you are my copycat. Unless, you been hiding somewhere around here placing bets in the shadows." He'd then gesture to her glass that he poured for her. "What do you think that is, eh?"

@Casmer

 

[Skjorn Naskar]

He gave her a light shoulder nudge back. "Easy, mesh'la. Play like this only ends.. one or two ways for our people." He'd say with a laugh, sipping from his glass. "I ain't worried about fighting them, I'm worried about what could happen to you. The gods know my end date was decided before I chose to walk my path."

He would bite back a laugh. "Oh, of that, I have no doubt. None at all. At least it would be a guarantee good view with every site."

He'd take another sip from his glass. "Why not do both? Kad will guide our paths, I'm sure we'll find both at the same places." And when she started to exaggerate, he slid close one arm wrapping around her waist while the other hand mirrored her exact movements, as if he too could see what she saw. ".. among the stars.." he'd parrot with a grin. "Well, we got Intel on Clans to snatch so.. yeah. That could work. And as for the why, you never asked. So, besides because the Old Man ordered me too.. two things. To see everything out there and to take some strain off of Srucayr's plate and to see what the gods will for me is.. How about you?"

@Casmer

 

[Darth Stolas]

Shortly after the screens announced blue team's goal, the view on them would shift to black, various cameras and observation droids activating in a specific area of the ship. Overtop displayed the announcement of the half-time show featuring the name 'AKAli', one name of a rarely seen artist who mostly put out a mixed variety of albums and operated out of the Pacanth Reach. The ISC President (@Darth Raze ) would receive a text message on his personal datapad and a particular bottle of whiskey from a waitress, with a sealed note.

In the center of the main gathering area, in view of the primary bar and VIP section windows, panels in the floor opened up and an unlit, multi-level platform stage rose up to the sound of pounding bass and guitar. Vague figures milling about and truly massive all-around speakers were the only things visible at the start. Barkeepers and staff began to hand out a round of complementary drinks for the show, and there was much rejoicing.

"Good evening Huttball fans!!" ​

A voice called from the speakers. Lights flashed into existence to illuminate a collection of droid instrumentalists, singers, and other entertainers of various kinds. Dancers of various species and genders were scantily clad in fine and revealing attire. All of them gathered on the platforms and stage edges amidst lights in a riotous array of colours. Blue and purple formed in the air from holographic projectors and a large screen at the rear. Barrels blasted rainbow streams of sparks from around the stage through the air. Black and pink fog blanketed the center and highest platform, sending erratic tendrils dancing down the sides.

"Are you ready?"
​

One spotlight from above focused center stage. A figure dropped from on high through the curtain of light in a spiraling cloud of sparkling particles that trailed behind it, some onlookers gasping as they watched. It twirled and twisted gracefully in a dizzying display of aerial acrobatics before disappearing into the smoke itself. In the VIP area, party confetti popped from from ceiling containers over the dancers.

A dark-haired young man emerged from the front seconds later, clouds billowing outward around him in delicate, clinging wisps as excited cheers roared out. Glittering earrings dangled from his ears and elaborate stage makeup concealed his identity and accentuated his fine features. Bright, intense golden eyes were accented by sweeping multicoloured wings. He wore a Huttball jacket in Rancors colours overtop a black, gold-patterned button-up and close-fit black pants tucked into fine, short boots decorated with detailed and subtle designs in silver and gold.

Morgan strut a-stage with absolute confidence and a playful expression, glimmering gaze sweeping over the crowd of Huttball-watchers and then finally toward the VIP section. 'AKAli' slightly adjusted the position of his headset mic and the fanged grin widened as the speakers silenced, then looked around at the others around him.

MUSIC

"Should we show them how we do it every day?"​

Lighting synchronized between the stage dancers and those in VIP and bar areas as it the music began, Morgan's voice spurring them to matching movement. The group of dancers around the Firrerreo followed a particular routine as he sang, at times energetic and snappy and at others slow and sensual. Morgan danced similarly in tandem with steps all his own, accentuating lines with with waving or sharp hand gestures, facial expression, and smooth and practiced movement of his body.

He sang with power and skill, transitioning from rapid rapping in basic and languages of the Pacanth Reach to more traditional vocals. Go-go dancers on platforms and in illuminated boxes by the edge of the stage twisted, popped, and writhed enticingly during the performance, matching movements to the flow of the music.

At the end of the first song the speakers transitioned to a faster paced rhythm, speakers booming and buzzing bass, the screen and holograms rippling and flashing as if from the sound itself. Morgan took up an electric variant of the seven-string hallikset and played in tandem with living and droid instrumentalists, the plucking of strings by slender fingers warped by an amplifier and touch controls.

MUSIC

"Love to, do just, what I, want!"​

The choreography of the main dancers shifted with it, a particularly large Barabel on the ground stage joining the bass with the beating of a large drum that faced away from the crowds. Morgan's feet and hips moved with the beat, keeping tempo and step with his performers. Each boom reverberated through the air and glittering acrobats leapt between platforms, every bang accompanied by bursts of light, pillars with rings of light flashing along their length in time with the overhead strobes. "Looking at me? Nah, come get it. Like what you see? Then you've got good vision!"

This was a song to be danced to and many who were drunk or inclined enough sank into the sound, particularly after the free round of drinks. It ended with a bang, the drummer slamming one last time as screens and holograms erupted into shimmering and opalescent explosions of colour while cheers erupted through the crowds.

Eventually the games would resume in earnest. Morgan then joined a living band, with his hallikset, in playing a popular song known throughout the outer rim just before, and as the backing music to, the recap and announcements.

THEME
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@The Good Doctor @Exhilian @christhebetrayer @Scoobert @Tulos @Sreeya @Isen @Nor'baal @Reyn @Rhogar @Killa Ree @Bex @Raydo @GABA @Orbit @Casmer

 

[Veles]

”Recently traveled from Hutt space?”

”No.”

”Have you exhibited any of the symptoms commonly associated with the virus in the past 3 days?”

”No.”

He bit his tongue. They had been going at it for the past 5 minutes, this constant drilling preventing Cin from entering the bar. Normally, he’d ignore the person doing the screening and just roll right through, but this time it was the bouncer. No one could afford getting on the bad side of the bouncer, whether they were Sith, Jedi, criminal, four-armed, or anything less than a Hutt. Everyone knew that.

”And you’re sure you’re not lying to me?”

”Yes.”

The bouncer stared him up and down for another few seconds. ”Stay out of trouble. You start any shit, I’m throwing you out of the ship myself.”

Did he really look that shady? Was it really that difficult to get around the galaxy nowadays if you dressed exclusively in black and wore eyeliner that was a little bolder than normal beauty standards dictated? Millennia ago, Sith crusaders had liberated--or subjugated, depends on how you look at it--entire systems, and no one had the audacity to stop and question them before entering a run-down bar. Times changed.

Upon entering, the first thing that shot through his head was not satisfaction at having entered. It was not awe at how good the bar looked and how the flickering and half-broken neon lights reflected off the wet, sticky floor covered in hundreds of types of alcohol. His first thought was

I really waited 30 minutes to get into this shitshow?

There were probably hundreds of species in the bar, all clamoring to speak louder than the other. Men hit on uninterested-looking women by the bar or in corners, while weary criminals from all over the galaxy sat, head down, staring deep into their drinks. Bet they didn’t get stopped and questioned about AMS Cin thought passively.

A bottle flew past his head and he turned to look toward the source just in time to notice a Twi’lek man get his ass handed to him by four other dudes. Cinere could practically smell the testosterone coming from the group, and he turned his nose up. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one, since this place clearly didn’t have smoke detectors.

Now to learn what the rules to Huttball even are.

 

[Dhari Rast]

Dhari noticed Tal checking her out, and looked away. "Yeah, we'll see about that," she muttered, snatching the glass from off the table and putting it to her lips in an attempt to buy herself some time.

Luckily, the half-time show was about to start. Dhari was quiet for a while whilst the performers performed their show. She was starting to question the soundness of her decision to come here. This was a man who had duped her, gone by a fake name, and been a contributing factor in Dhari's lifetime ban from ever setting foot in the Crevasse on Nimban again. She ought to throw the liquer in the man's face and set it on fire.

However, another part of her liked the guy. He seemed... friendly and caring, underneath the hard exterior of a merc. And while those were maybe not the traits Dhari was looking for in anyone, if she was even looking, she couldn't help but be drawn to that just as much as she was drawn to his tough exterior.

Eventually, she peered Tal.

"Why did you just tell me your name? You didn't know I was the pilot you were looking for. I could've been any piss-poor existence sobbing in my own misery in that bar. Why'd you have to lie?

@Rhogar

 

[Taldorak Trenessar]

Tal just smirked to himself at her first response, taking another sip from his glass. There was a Huttball game, now a midgame show, but he didn't give a kriff about any of it, so he found himself turning to look at her at her question.

"Honestly? I'm a Crymorah Enforcer that accompanied Preef to Nar Shadaa when he took it over. I've actively hunted Hutt Cartel members and taken their bases. Taldorak isn't a common name.. and I couldn't take the chance of anyone.. not even a beautiful woman, making me out. So.. I used a name that's important to me." He'd sigh slowly before continuing. "Nakadr was my best friend in my Clan.. before we parted ways. He was everything I wasn't. So.. when I want to be someone different, I use his name. It helps me do.. good things." He'd look away briefly to drain his glass, then refill it.

Looking back at her, there was an apologetic look in his eye. "Trust me.. those hours were some of the best and hardest of my life. I'm not big on lying, so.. it was really hard. Besides, the way you walked into that bar was anything but piss poor existence sobbing." He'd laugh lightly. "I found a lot that day without actually trying. I just hope I can work back anything lost."

@Casmer

 

[Amon Aldinari]

When she mentioned the definition it pertained to with ballet, the smirk that unfoiled from his lips was uncontainable. Amon chuckled softly, "You're somewhat close. Come on, let me show you, it's perfect timing." The Blue team had just scored and the halftime show was about to begin. Live games loved to put on a spectacle and he expected the entertainment to be quite good. He turned slightly to pick up both his drinks with one swift motion before leading the way. It was easy enough for him to slice through the crowd as they tried to gather around the ledge to watch, the added benefit of being experienced in this type of situation allowing him to avoid crossing steps with someone.

Amon led the both of them to the lower levels of the stadium, the exact opposite of what was supposed to happen in ballet viewing. When they would arrive at a pair of guards, he would toss them a few credits to allow them through. They would eventually enter into a small type of lobby with another bar, an atmospheric glow as there would be another huge mass of spectators attempting to find a better view of the field and heading for different doorways. Guards were already busy dealing with the crowd and when Amon saw his opening, he glanced back at Tiamat before cocking his head as an indication that it was time to move.

They would approach an appealing curtain door on the other side of the room, Amon stepping through first as they would enter into a dark hallway, a light at the end with the roar from the crowd becoming louder. "Welcome to the true fan experience, Tia." The words thrown over his shoulder to be heard over the applause of the star entering the scene. When they exited from the hallway, it would reveal an open-air seating area with enough space to move around. Booths pressed against the back wall and chairs lined against the ledges and railing, lights on each table. It was slightly under the elevated platform the halftime show partook on but it still offered an excellent view, giving the slight impression they were on the field in front.

Amon made his way over to one section of the railing between two tables as he rested both his arms on it. He watched the performance for a few more minutes and offered his applause before glancing down, the field only about 15 feet below. "Piecing together why it's called the nosebleed section now?" One of his eyebrows hiked up as he looked over to Tia and took a sip of his drink.

@GABA

 

[Soma Stargazer]

After giving up on the apology thing and being denied access over and over again Soma decided best to just walk away and find something else to do. With a flip of her head and hair, she was off to see what the rest of the place offered. She noticed a man just entering and looking a bit lost. Perhaps she needed to show him around a little bit. So she would walk up to the man, (@vamp )

"Hiya! I'm Soma, Soma Stargazer and you're name is..?"

Soma would be smiling with her glossed lips curled and green eyes looking up to his. Her bangs covering some of her face and hair resting on her shoulders. She would lightly bite her lip as she finished speaking and rocked back and forth on her heels slightly. Her hands behind her back and fingers intertwined. She would give enough time to let out an answer to her question before shooting a follow up question to him.

"You look like you need a drink, do you want a drink?"

She would stick out her arm with her hand extended. Her palm facing downward to lock in a hand hold before pulling him towards the bar. Sometimes in this world you just have to be a little assertive and show some initiative.

 

[Ramail Lone]

As soon as Ramail felt Skjorn's hand on her waist, she grabbed his wrist and squeezed it tightly while wrenching his hand away. "Oh no, buddy," she said defiantly. "You better lock that guy away before I take him off your hands." She offered Skjorn a thin, sarcastic smile. "So to speak." The Narcolethe was firing her up, and she wasn't afraid of a quick little brawl to show Skjorn not to mess with her. She poured more of the alcohol into her glass and sipped.

"Don't you worry about me," she said, answering his comment about the rival clans. "You know I can hold my own. Besides, we can't avoid a little infighting if we're meant to waltz around the Galaxy, convincing other vode to join the cause. I don't expect everyone to be excited to see us." She looked Skjorn's way and nodded along to his words. "Yeah, I'll believe the part with Srucayr wanting you off his plate for a while, jare'la. You've got energy to spend, that's for sure."

"Me?" she said when Skjorn directed the question back on her. "I've seen my share of the Galaxy. But I'm not ready to 'settle down' on Manda'yaim. It's a hard thing to do when you were raised among the stars."

@Rhogar

 

[Skjorn Naskar]

Skjorn should have seen her taking that the total wrong way, but he thought that their already forming kinship would let her see what was really being done. So when she grabbed his wrist, he stepped away from her. "Di'kut. If yer thinking that me going for it, then you're missing the point. I was making fun of ya. Think ya had a bit too much, mesh'la. The way ya said it made you sound like a wistful Dala." He'd say taking her glass away. "Making ya see osik that's not there."

He signaled the tender. "Oi, some tisane for this one, now." He then glanced back at Ramail, his tone returning to it's usual laxness. "I worry about all my kin. Not just you." He'd slide her glass of Mandalorian fruit tea over when it arrived. "Drink and cool your rockets, yeah? Or, we can leave and have that spat you're looking for?"

"Ain't gonna be just a little infighting. Ya ever seen a full on Clan War? It ain't pretty. Not fighting bandits, we're fighting kin who lost their way. So, opposite of me. Zero energy, been everywhere." He'd say with a smirk.

He'd drain the glass that used to be hers before draining his glass of Narcolethe. "For the record, if I was making any advance, wouldnt be some Aruetii waist hold. Be something meaningful, more exciting. And not.. in a place like this."

@Casmer

 

[Veles]

His eyes glanced over the scene of a Rodian woman slamming a bottle down on the head of a man who had made a snide remark about her thinking she wouldn’t hear. The glass shattered down on the crown of his skull, drawing blood and sending shards flying in all directions around him. Admirable, he thought. He’d hardly be a good Sith if he couldn’t appreciate the display of power of someone fighting back against disrespect.

Taking another brief drag from the cigarette, he held the smoke in his lungs and blew it up above his head, watching as it danced and floated, tinged purple by the light above. When he looked back down, a woman was standing in front of him, just about to open her mouth. Speaking of assertiveness.

She introduced herself right off the bat, without a moment’s hesitation or snarky remark to get her foot in the door conversation-wise.

”Marc,” he lied, the response blunt and brief compared to her introduction. Cin wasn’t an idiot--he knew better than to be randomly giving his name away to strangers on the edges of Hutt space. That was how you got your identity--or kidneys--stolen. Still, there was no harm in speaking to her and seeing how this would go. Definitely beats sitting in the corner brooding over a glass of gin.

”Always,” he replied with a small smirk. He grabbed her hand to shake it but she tugged, and he found himself following this woman through the crowd of rowdy patrons over to the bar, the soles of his boots doing their damned best to resist being removed from the sticky floor with each step. It seemed that bars in Hutt space hadn’t yet discovered the concept of a busser.

”A Valley of the Dark Lords, straight up,” he called to the bartender, straining for his voice to be heard over the chaos despite being a meter away from the man. ”And a?”

@Scoobert

 

[Toa Tajudu]

Toa was probably not supposed to be at a bar- but she didn’t let that stop her from having fun. She had always wanted to see a Huttball match in person anyway. The purple Nautolan was not wearing her Jedi robes, but spotted a semi-fancy yet comfortable grey out fit that seemed to fit the current accustoms of the mood here. Her apparel was not necessarily eye catching, just bland yet sophisticated enough to blend it. It bummed her to admit it but as much as she would love to socialize with everyone, she’d need to keep most of her conversations on the down low to avoid the risk of someone finding out she was a Jedi. It would be as embarrassing for her as it would be for the Order if someone made it public that a Padawan, of all Jedi, was snooping around a bar to watch a brutal match of Huttball.

It almost embarrassed Toa that she was indeed Jedi, while she scanned around the many conversing people all here to enjoy the same thing she did. It’s why she left her lightsaber in her hidden compartment on her ship. She wouldn’t need it here anyway. Just try not to get yourself into trouble this time. Steer clear of the weirdos but don’t ignore normal people that want to talk with you- but only trust in the Force. Unless there’s obviously a really nice person here that doesn’t have the Dark Side or hidden malicious intent swarming over their aura. Then you can maybe probably trust them too. Unless their malicious intent is hidden really well- I’m just gonna have fun and be smart.

She took a seat in front of a viewing screen that was showing a Mandalorian taking to the skies. She smiled in fascination of the warrior. Toa had never seen a Mandalorian before and one of the entire teams was all a bunch of Mandos. She hoped they all won, even of the odds were against them. However, there was something...different about the blue and dark grey colored Mando who zoomed off into the he air as the match started, and she found herself staring at and studying the man in the Huttball match.

 

[Soma Stargazer]

The pair had reached the bar. It was crowded as more and more people would enter the facility. The air filled with smoke and the smell of alcohol. People of all kinds were here to drink and enjoy a good game of Huttball. Soma was originally here to work, but a few drinks it became more of a social thing. The man she found and drug to the bar was cute enough. Though he seemed a little uptight, it is time to end that.

The man then ordered a very peculiarly named beverage while Soma would get a drink that was far more relaxed.

"A Bailey's is fine!"

She was unsure how to crack the shell she noticed he had. Maybe something simple, not too personal, not too random. The mystery of an asshole was wonderous and it was time to find out what made him tic.

"So are you big fan of Huttbal?"

It was not what she expected to fall out of her mouth but it was too late to take it back now. It was out there for him to hear and respond to. She would look at him with interested eyes and a sincere smile. She held the drink brought to her and would suck on the straw lightly to get some of the beverage she ordered down the hatch.

@vamp

 

[Newton]

Newton found a different booth for him to sit and and watch the game. A lot has transpired, the blue team 'scored' after the rest of the red team were defeated. Now there is a new round and somehow the players that have suffered a large amount of damage at back at it again. Are these people masochists or something? Probably, in Hutt space being able to take and dish-out punishment is how one advances in society.

He can't say he cared much for the half-time performance in the intermission. Newton really isn't into music or anything.

But the new round, Newton watched 'Mr. Macho' grab what is clearly a Blackwell made flamethrower. There was also a bowcaster and a weird blaster rifle thing. And a syringe rifle. Ew.

The contestants are once again fighting, one Mandalorian lost control of their jetpack? A large beam was fire across the pitch and utterly ragdogged the other Mandalorian, and appears to have broke his own arm in the proces of firing?

Oh and that lance that the one guy picked up also shoots blaster bolts? Well that's interesting. That Sith hit himself with his own whip, that was chuckle worthy though.

But still, barbaric, totally barbaric. "So uncivilized" he muttered to himself while shaking his head. But at least he made some distance away from those two weird aliens that were annoying him.

OOC: Open to interact with anyone else!