Open Nar Shaddaa Super Hutt Ball Observation

[The Storyteller]

Observering​

The Reeky Rek cantina on Nar Shaddaa is a floating platform that just happens to have a good view of the on-going Hutt Ball game via either it's windows or balconies. The Rek is hosting a great Hutt Ball party! There will be guests, dancers, and lots of drinks. There would also be snacks, chips, and some other decent foods.

The Cantina is fair if not expensive, they won't ask or care about anyone's affiliation, so anyone is fine regardless of faction to go right in and have a good time, get plastered, or whatever they want to do. The Reeky Rek lives up to it's name as the air slightly reks of there, but those are the breaks.

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

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Two ISC droids strode towards the cantina, assessing everyone around to clear a path before a tall man walked in behind them. Emryc Thorne walked in adorned in a simple dress shirt and pants. However, he did wear his Ryloth Rancors hat and a Huttball fan undershirt. His attire was accessorized with a chrono on one wrist, an aesthetic bracelet on the other. As usual, the scent of an earthy and expensive cologne lingered on him.

He made his way over to the cordoned off area made for him and anyone he chose to allow to join him. Emryc had a solid view of the events below and he began by ordering himself a whiskey as the players began to emerge on stage. Every now and then he flexed the fingers of his right hand, still getting used to the cybernetic that would never quite feel like his own.

 

[Khalid Din]

Khalid leaned on the balcony as he watched the Huttball arena from afar with a glass of cheap whiskey, he was not a fan of the Reeky Rek most of the time, preferring many other cantinas over the platform that probably had seen its fair share of people being thrown over and splattering to the ground below. That being said, Khalid was a die-hard Huttball fan, nothing he loved more than a bunch of sentient people beating the shit out of each other, trying (and failing miserably) to score points for their teams. There was some taste in the simple art of the kind of sport that isn't as straightforward as, for example, a pit fight, but still ended up pretty much the same except for a couple things to spice it up.

"Oh, hell yeah, Crazy Kel, now that's a name I was hopin' ta hear again!" The tiefling said loudly as he watched, joining the rest of the people at the cantina cheering on the yellow team. Of course, Khalid had to double take when he saw Emryc Thorne entering the cantina and made his way towards a fancy part of the cantina "Well, the ISC poster boy got good taste in sports, I'll be damned." The tiefling cowboy said before looking back at the Huttball arena, just in time to see a familiar face emerge from there.

"What tah...ALTAIR?" Khalid dropped his glass of whiskey off the balcony in surprise, his mouth wide open before he cursed under his breath as the lost drink probably broke on top of some unfortunate fool's head "Ya son of a-" He stopped himself from finishing that insult, of course "Ya motherfucker, knowin' I work around these parts and you passed by without sayin' howdy to your big bro?...I definitely hafta get to shootin' you in the dick with a stun blaster again next I see ya." Khalid muttered under his breath before grinning from ear to ear and cheering even harder than before "LET'S GO RAGIN' BULL!-That's ma lil' brother right there." Khalid nudged at a random person that was besides him as he looked at his little brother. Truth be told, he was worried that he would get hurt, but he was a Matukai and a Sith, so he should be fine, for now Khalid would simply cheer him on and then try to find him after the game.

 

[Aska Ryun]

”A phratto and a couple shots of… whatever, I could care less,”

”Right away, ma’am,”

Turning away from the bar, Aska scanned over the crowd of the individuals who had gathered at the Reeky Rek for the Huttball game. People from all walks of life with one thing in common; they were here to watch some skulls get smashed in and they were excited for it. A small smirk played on the clone’s lips as she relaxed, leaning her weight back on her elbows that sat atop the bar. Closing her eyes, Aska drew in a deep breath through her nostrils and held it in her lungs for a moment before slowly exhaling past her lips. Every bar, every nightclub, ever underground fight club, they all smelled so vastly different from one another. Sweat, booze, smoke, spice, blood in some situations. Yet there was always one thing in common between them that no matter how hard she tried to ignore it, she could practically smell it as she walked in the door.

Debauchery. And it smelt like home.

”Your drinks, ma’am,” the droid bartender stated, sliding two shots and a tall glass with a purple liquid towards her. Casting a glance over her shoulder, view obscured by the hood drawn over the back of her head, Aska raised her hand and passed him a chipcard.

”Just hold on to that until I’m done. I’m not about to pay for each drink individually,” Aska teased casually, taking one more look at the crowd before turning to face the droid as well as the view screen. The fight was about to begin and names of the ‘players’ were being introduced when…

”Krazy Kel? Seriously?” Aska laughed, proceeding to take one of the shots she had before her. Considering his last performance with her past pal, she had a feeling she knew what to expect. Standing from her seat and glancing around at the sea of faces that crowded the bar, she decided to add some levels of fun to redeem the last Huttball bet she had placed. ”Five hundred credits says Kel goes down in the first round; who’s in?” And with that, those same faces began to light up as they started betting their hard earned credits.

 

[Casany Praxor]

Spoiler: Music IC [Optional]

There were other reasons to come here, other individuals who had their reasons, but Prasony Caxor settled for whatevertheshluck had brought here her todight. On Nar Shaddaa, Miss Mando was already drunk, so what the druk, right?

“One more whatzitcallzit for the big gal!” She demanded across the bar. There was no Mandalorian here, at least not to the naked eye. No, none would ever know that here sat Anvil, a prior contestant to a Huttball game just like this one taking place, if not quite.

There were no Mandalorians in this game or else this one’s had glazed over the roster. The last one, she had fought beside her vod, Laren Vano, and they had teared the arena up. What happened next, well, Anvil had blacked out at one point or another so oh well and here’s your whatzitcallzit.

Was it vodka? That gal in a red a poncho couldn’t quite tell. Could anyone tell who she was? Probably not. They would have had to see Casany without the helmet or otherwise recognize the golden sun of a brooch on said poncho for being Clan Praxor, and maybe that was why she wore no beskar in this sitting.

She just wanted to sit at the bar of the Rekky Reek sipping whatever. A bowl of nuts was beside her beaker of drinkmeup, not sure what kinda nuts, salty and sweety and there’s your nuts. She wiped them off green cargo pants; careful attention to their color ‘cause significant. Nah, not really, just pants.

Wait… Cas blinked at the screen again. Krazy Kel? That was one name she did recognize. She had made his life difficult in the last game. “Bartender!” The Mandalorian called across the counter. “One shot of your finest. For Krazy Kel.”

She raised it to the name before knocking it back. Her money was on him, figuratively or not. Whoever won, this would be fun.

 

[Jabari Din]

“Thanks, darlin’.” Jabari threw in a playful wink to the Twi’lek waitress, his pierced tail swishing back and forth absently as a drink was placed down in front of him. The tiefling allowed his burgundy gaze to linger on the woman for only a few seconds more before he finally slid a few Crowns across the counter and accepted the drink. He brought it to his lips as he stepped back from the bar, turning on a heel to begin making his way towards the balcony. Like most members of the Din family, Jabari was a diehard Huttball fan - and that fact alone was reason enough to bring the Tiefling to the Reeky Rek, as the floating Cantina had arguably the best views of the game happening down below - nevermind the chance of being thrown off the balcony when things got heated.

The Tiefling continued to weave his way through the crowds of adoring Huttball enthusiasts, those not able to fit onto the balcony instead opting to watch the game from one of the many holo-screens mounted throughout the Cantina. The tiefling purposefully tilted his head to avoid bumping his horns into anyone as he went - making a beeline to look over the edge just as he could hear the players being announced.

Jabari couldn’t help but blink as he looked ahead - spotting a pair of horns sticking up from above the rest of the crowd. The Tiefling squinted, pausing in place while still jutting his head forward as if to get a better look.

Now wait a Satyn-pickin’ minute, I KNOW those horns!

Realization dawned on the Tiefling as he began to quickly shuffle his way onto the balcony, a mischievous grin working its way onto Jabari’s lips as he approach Khalid from behind. Before the Tiefling moved to stand beside the cowboy, his tail snaked around his body and slithered forward and through the air. Without warning, Jabari flicked the pointed tip of his tail against Khalid’s ear before quickly withdrawing back to his side.

Just as Khalid likely turned in the direction of the flick, Jabari strolled up on his opposite side, leaning against the balcony. “‘Bout figures ya Bantha-lookin ass would be here.” Jabari grinned widely, flashing his older brother a fanged smile. He lingered for a moment before looking over the balcony, fixating into the Tiefling doing a dance number in the arena.

“Wait.. TAI?!” Jabari blurted out, his mouth hanging wide open as the Tiefling reached up to grab both of his horns in shock. He stared for several seconds before looking back to Khalid. “What tah.. Did ya know he was competin’? Shit, DOES MA KNOW?!” Jabari blinked a few times, shaking his head at his own words. Mama Din definitely didn’t know.

Jabari’s lips tugged into a wide grin as he looked ahead, raising his fists into the air. “FUCK YEE RAGIN’ BULL!” The Tiefling reached over, proceeding to roughly smack a random patron on the shoulder. “My lil brother right there.” He beamed. Of course, this was the same random person that Khalid had nudged - who was rapidly starting to wonder how many Tiefling’s were going to show up to throttle him.

Jabari glanced back over his shoulder, spotting a pair of Huttball fans eagerly applying body paint to their beerbellies with the words WE LOVE YOU HELL ON WHEELS written right over their bellybuttons. The Tiefling glanced back at Khalid, giving him a pat on the shoulder. “Hol’ that thought.” Without a word, Jabari ditched his drink and vanished back into the crowd.

Within a few minutes, Jabari re-emerged from the throngs of people - a wide grin plastered across his lips. Without warning, the Tiefling walked past Khalid and proceeded to step right up onto the railing of the balcony - his tail slithering down to coil around the rail for stability. Once there, the Tiefling lifted up his tank top over his chest - revealing his muscular, heavily tattooed torso and the words FUCK EM UP RAGING BULL painted across his chest.

@Sreeya @Versok @LilyNion

 

[Khalid Din]

Khalid watched intently as his little brother and his rather interesting team made their way onto the scene, it was the first time he had watched someone participate in Huttball riding a wheelchair and he was all for it, didn't know if she would get to run people over with it or if she would be forced to crawl on the ground after being pushed off the wheelchair but either way Khalid expected to have a laugh and, knowing his brother, witness Altair hitch a ride on the wheelchair one way or the other like the dumbass he was.

The Tiefling cowboy's attention would suddenly be focused on whatever had flicked his ear, turning his head to that side as he placed his hand on his blaster holster, used to people touching him out of the blue being pickpockets that had messed up, but instead, he looked to the other side afterwards just to notice a familiar face "Oh you lil'-come here!" His expression of surprise at seeing yet another sibling turning into one of happiness, Khalid wrapped his arm around his "little" brother's shoulders, a wide grin on his face as he did "It's nice ta see ya, Bari"

Khalid let out an amused chuckle after Jabari noticed Altair fucking around inside the Huttball arena, shaking his head after he asked him if he knew he was playing "Nah, my dipshit brothers are takin' ta bad habit of not tellin' me when they are around my turf" Khalid said, his tail slapping Tabari on the back of the head as he talked for not telling him either "And ma...ma's definitely gonna kill 'im"

"GORE THEM FUCKERS, RAGIN' BULL" Khalid joined Jabari's cheering once more before his younger brother went back into the crowd, shrugging his shoulders before taking the drink he had ditched and drinking from it. When Jabari came out and showed what he had painted across his chest, Khalid gave him a thumbs up and a smile before looking back at the arena, focusing on what their little bro was doing "I reckon Tai's gonna regret talkin' shit about my blaster and not wantin' to try them even once now that he's got a hold of that thang" the Tiefling cowboy said as he looked at the boy grabbing a bowcaster of all things. Those things were hard to control, he expected him to fall on his ass after shooting if he didn't remember how to properly aim and shoot from just watching him and other blaster users within the family.

@Sreeya @Altaris

 

[Veles]

The fluorescent light buzzed over his head and Veles idly wondered how it was possible to still be using fluorescent lighting in 147 ABY. The Rodian looked expectantly up at him.

”A thousand on Raging Bull and a thousand on Red Team.”

She looked a bit perplexed. ”Raging Bull? Red Team? Are you sure?”

He slapped the credits down on the counter.

---

Out of all the places he thought he’d find himself in, a cantina in a floating platform called Reeky Rek on Nar Shaddaa during a Huttball tournament was not one of them. Still, he’d wanted to have some fun on this night and get a sense of the spirit of the sport as he watched the matches. The promise of televised brutality certainly helped as well.

Veles’ first instinct when stepping into it was looking for the bar. He made a beeline, weaving through the crowd with determined precision until he reached the bartender and ordered a drink. The noise was deafening, the smell overbearing and the floors sticky, but he didn’t pay attention to any of that. His eyes darted between the bar and the massive holoscreens as he approached, since there were far too many people around for him to be able to peer through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows down onto the field below.

The fighters were still being introduced when he ordered and by the time he was walking away with a glass of blue liquid in his hand, the match was beginning. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted the two ISC droids, and turned his head to see Emryc Thorne in a separate VIP area. He rolled his eyes. Of course.

He couldn’t help but overhear the two tieflings who were yelling quite excitedly, and as the alcohol started to warm him up, Veles found their excitement contagious. He was wearing a “RAGING BULL” t-shirt he’d bought a few levels above, by the port.

”GIT ‘EM RAGIN’ BULL,” he yelled, mimicking Altair’s accent.

 

[Newton]

Two ISC droids strode towards the cantina, assessing everyone around to clear a path before a tall man walked in behind them. Emryc Thorne walked in adorned in a simple dress shirt and pants. However, he did wear his Ryloth Rancors hat and a Huttball fan undershirt. His attire was accessorized with a chrono on one wrist, an aesthetic bracelet on the other. As usual, the scent of an earthy and expensive cologne lingered on him.

He made his way over to the cordoned off area made for him and anyone he chose to allow to join him. Emryc had a solid view of the events below and he began by ordering himself a whiskey as the players began to emerge on stage. Every now and then he flexed the fingers of his right hand, still getting used to the cybernetic that would never quite feel like his own.

Somehow once again Newton finds himself at a bar during the next season of the Hutt Ball game. He was here to on business then stopped buy on his way to get a drink with his droid partner before he departed, but was somehow intrigued with this game that he regards as barbaric. People just making a mess of themselves. Newton would shake his head, but give a chuckle.

Then he would see a familiar figure... Is that President Thorne, guarded by those ISC droids? Newton would walk close to the cordoned off area but not presuming he can actually go through without his permission. He took would look off the balcony at the same time, he would then casually ask to Thorne. "Enjoying the game so far?" he would then pause "Did you see that Krazy Kel person? Does this normally happen in Hutt Ball?" he would give a chuckle. It seems like Hutt Ball has all these people that trip over their shoe laces or something. For this though, if he had to be honest he'd be lying if he said he didn't find that at least hilarious.

@Sreeya

 

[Dr Ilana Morata]

-Theme-​

It had been an eternity since she was last in public; the last time her face had splashed across the Holonet, it had been with a blaster bolt to the back. She had been biding her time, calculating an appearance to prove to the galaxy once and for all, the good Doctor hadn't died yet. MorataCorp had been quietly running, successful in its' vests and aid, and now she was here to enjoy it. However, she wasn't here to sit back and hide in the crowd.

Drunken revelers didn't seem to register, at first. But three guards shouldered aside some of the more rowdy crowd, and voices began to raise more as she was recognized. But golden eyes weren't here to meet others. She wanted to watch the game, have some drinks, maybe meet some familiar faces if they wanted her. Long white hair was pulled back in a low, simple ponytail. A sheath dress hugged curves in a brilliant clash of scarlet, tall heels tapping along the floor. The energy thrummed here, emotions ran and sang in her senses like so many notes in a chord. She reveled in it, the energy, the life.

And then... there was President Thorne.

So he was here, then. And Newton. And other familiar faces... she turned to the bar, and one of her guards leaned in, ordering for her. She glanced over at Thorne once again, and slipped out her comm, texting a quick message before giving a nod to the bartender and glancing up at the Huttball game. She wouldn't intrude unless wanted, but at least the drinks weren't too bad.

Maybe she could let loose for an evening. After all, in a Huttball game, anything could happen. She wished Jack or Sevrin were here for company, perhaps even Shane... but for now, this wasn't bad. And Silvi was a mere text away if she needed her.

Spoiler: text

Care for some company?

@Sreeya @The Good Doctor

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc eagerly watched as the players came on stage. He sipped from his whiskey as Yellow and Red teams came out and did their entrances. He squinted as he stared at the little horned teen breaking out into a bizarre dance before being joined by two more teens that did their own dances. Was one of them really playing in a wheelchair? The half Sephi’s lips couldn’t help but curve almost towards a grin as he watched the display before him.

He glanced around at the bar to spot new faces entering. He recognized Aska (@Tulos )right away, lifting her drink if she caught his eye. Next his gaze flicked over to Veles (@vamp ), amusement glinting in his eye at spotting the former Sith Lord. In no universe would Veles ever realize or recognize that he was in the presence of the Dark Lord right now. Emryc turned to look when he saw Newton (@The Good Doctor ) approach. At once, he motioned for the ropes to be removed to allow the man to step through. Newton would also immediately be offered a drink.

The half Sephi clinked their glasses, “Good to see you,” He said, “And congratulations on your well deserved appointment as CEO,” Emryc grinned at the man. Newton had clawed his way to the top and Emryc had supported it the entire way. He followed his gaze over to the game, “Let’s see if Krazy Kel manages to keep from kissing the huttball this time,” Emryc said momentarily before the game began.

As Yojiro’s head slammed into the huttball similar to how Kel’s had, Emryc couldn’t help but chuckle quietly to himself. The game had his full attention as the players moved towards a score. Emryc leaned forward, watching intently as Raging Bull got a hold of the huttball and began to move towards the score. Shark did a hail mary against Yojiro before being knocked out. Right as Bull went to score, he managed to trip and get knocked out but he still slid to the goal line.

“Damn!” Emryc called out in surprise as he clapped, “What a score!” He said energetically, the crowd doing a mix of groaning at seeing Bull knock out but also cheering because of the score, “Not bad for a team of kids,” Emryc remarked. He glanced down when his comlink beeped. The half Sephi stared at the message from Ilana (@Killa Ree ) before he glanced up to spot her in the crowd. Once he did, she would catch him giving her a faint grin before he jutted his chin to indicate for her to come over. A drink would be offered to her by a droid as soon as she arrived.

“Ilana,” Emryc said smoothly, “You never need to ask permission to join me,” He took in sight of her appearance, noting she didn’t go for a full disguise this time, “I’m impressed you’ve managed to evade publicity for this long,” Emryc added with a smirk.

 

[Jabari Din]

Jabari had quite literally zero intention of climbing down off the railing - continuing to flash the paint across his chest for the entire duration of the round. He hooked the hem of his shirt around the back of his neck, holding it up and freeing his hands to furiously pump the air and cup around his mouth to amplify every shout.

Every few seconds, he glanced back at Khalid enthusiastically. “Seems like he’s holdin’ up damn good with it.” He grinned widely, watching as Altair managed to land a clear hit on Yojiro. “FUCK ‘EM UP!” And he was right back to cheering.

The Tiefling’s behavior was over the top and downright obnoxious to behold - and it was exactly what every member of the Din clan would do for one of their own in such a situation. It was the same type of over enthusiastic hooting and cheering that nearly got him and the rest of his siblings thrown out of Imani’s academy graduation.

A few more moments, and Jabari finally hopped down from the balcony - his tail uncoiling from around the railing as he popped back down next to Khalid. The Tiefling smuggler picked up his glass from before, squinting a bit as he looked at the level of alcohol left. His burgundy eyes narrowed as they flicked over to Khalid. “Better not’a backwashed in my damn drink.” He muttered before lifting the rim to his lips, throwing back the rest of what lingered in that glass.

He largely kept his eyes glued to the game occurring below, but Jabari occasionally glanced back at Khalid and the rest of the bar - watching as people filtered into the room. “Didn’t know ya were gonna be on Shaddaa.” He said back to his brother. “Ya just ‘ere for the game?”

Jabari waited for the answer before glancing back towards the rest of the room - burgundy eyes flickin’ over to the section of the bar where multiple people were gathering. He blinked a few times, immediately recognizing the faces of Emryc Thorne and Dr. Morta. Didn’t have a clue who the other guy was.

“Daamnn,” He said back to Khalid. “Since when did this place get so exclusive?” The Tiefling gave a shrug of his shoulders.

Of course, his attention was immediately snapped back to the game as things started to become interesting. He watched as a sandwich was thrown into the ring, and more importantly Altair seized the ball. “GO RAGIN’ BULL!” He yelled, grabbing onto the railing as he watched with anticipation. His eyes widened further as Altair rushed the goal, only to trip and damn-near crack his head in the process.

The Tiefling immediately winced, a hiss rolling up his throat. Even still, he couldn’t help the way his jaw dropped when he realize that his brother still managed to score.

Without a moment of hesitation, Jabari cupped both hands over his mouth. “SCORRRREEEEEEEEE!” He howled, grinning from ear to ear. As was becoming tradition at this point, Jabari reached around and gruffly smacked that same random stranger on the shoulder, causing the guy to lurch forward a bit. Jabari just grinned. “That’s my little br—“

“—Your little brother, god damn, I KNOW!” The man snapped back at Jabari, grumbling under his breath before shuffling off, hopefully out of reach of any other over enthusiastic Tieflings.

Jabari blinked a few times, shrugged, and looked back down towards the arena. His eyes narrowed ever-so-slightly as Altair was carted off by a medical droid. “He’s fiiinnnneeee.” He said, totally and one-thousand-percent confident. Definitely seen Altair hit his head harder than that before. “‘Ma is gonna be pissed, though.”

With the small bit of downtime between the rounds, Jabari glanced back over his shoulder at what he assumed was some VIP section of the seedy cantina. The Tiefling looked over to Khalid, giving the older Tiefling a nudge. “You ‘oughta grow a pair ‘an go schmooze with the high-rollers over there instead of hidin’ out on the balcony.”

Jabari’s gaze eventually flicked over towards a different section of the bar - spotting Veles enthusiastically cheering on his brother - even picking up on the accent while doing it. The Tiefling’s gaze drifted down to the t-shirt that Veles was wearing, his lips twisting up into a wide grin. “Kickass shirt!” He called out towards Veles, making waving gestures with his hands for the former Sith Lord to join them on the balcony. Anyone cheering on his little brother was someone Jabari could hang with.

Within a few minutes, the teams began to make their way out onto the field one more - and Jabari was instantly glued to the again. He couldn’t help but smile like a dumbass when Altair broke out into a delayed victory dance, earning a few claps and howls from Jabari in response.

“I totally taught ‘em those moves.” He said back at Khalid. The validity of that statement was totally not important.

@Sreeya @The Good Doctor @Killa Ree @Versok

 

[Khalid Din]

Khalid closely watched as Altair did manage to hit someone with the bowcaster, a bit of a shock on his face before letting out a smile "Well, I'll be damned..." Maybe he did learn something about him after all when it came to blasters...Even if Khalid had never handled a bowcaster and chances are the recoil would send him flying if he ever did, but those were just silly details, his brother totally landed that shot because he had been inspired by Khalid despite all the backtalk about blasters...Yeah, that must be it.

"Well, there's so many people with bounties on their heads in 'ere I barely even need ta travel away from this shithole ta get money by shootin' some assholes" Khalid explained after his brother asked, truth is he even had an apartment in the planet now since most good bounties within the syndicates where either on Nar Shaddaa or planets a couple systems away. "But Huttball's definitely ta only reason ya will find me in this 'ere cantina, definitely not ma main place to go for a drink...And I definitely think it's the same for 'em" Khalid explained to his brother as he asked both about why he was on the planet and why there were so many big names currently having a drink not too far away from them.

"C'MON, YA GOT THIS RAGIN' BULL" The Tiefling cowboy cheered on passionately alongside Jabari as he leaned more and more, leaning so much someone could give him a little push and he would probably end up painting the concrete floor with his blood "He's gonna score, HE'S GONNA FUCKIN' SCORE" Khalid shouted excitely, watching with anticipation as his little brother got closer and closer to the goal and...

"PFFT-HAHAHAHAHA" Khalid started to laugh loudly as he was knocked out because a sandwich out of all things was thrown at him. Khalid obviously noticed that, despite that, his brother had managed to score, but his excitement about his brother scoring only really added to the laugh "-Ooh man...yeah, ma's definitely gonna thin ta numbers next family meetin'" Khalid added as he wiped a tear off his face, making a mental note about finding a clip of Altair hitting the ground later, which was definitely gonna be the most popular part of this game.

"Now that's some good taste right there!" Khalid said with a smile as Jabari invited the man over, rolling his eyes after he claimed to have taught Altair those moves "Well, and I taught you yer moves!...Even if you're awful at learnin' what I teach ya" Khalid slapped his brother on the back with a small chuckle before looking back at the VIP area "...So, ya want me ta somehow get into ta area with ta ISC president, ta woman behind the vaccine and ta guy that's behind ta creation of ma gun and ma droids?" Khalid asked, thinking what were the chances of him somehow getting in there...But if he did, he would be able to brag about it later "Aight, bet." And so, Khalid stopped leaning on the balcony, deftly stealing someone else's drink from right under their noses before making his way to the cordoned off area.

"Ya know, I taught 'im everything he knows about Huttball" Khalid stated loudly in front of the cordoned off area as he looked at the VIPs with a smile on his face, taking a sip from the drink that wasn't even his to begin with "Well, 'cept, y'know, hittin' ta wall because a sandwich's thrown at 'im, but I am not a perfect teacher" One of the guard droids began to walk towards Khalid, putting his hand on his shoulder as to push him away from the VIP area before Khalid backed off on his own and slapped his hand away "Ya ain't ma type, ya good fer nothin' bucket 'o bolts, don't touch me like that!" The Tiefling said as he pushed the droid away from him "Besides, I am not gettin' closer to the forbidden area, am I? Can walk and talk around 'ere as long as I don't trespass that bright red rope!" Khalid looked back at the vips once more, letting a bit of a chuckle as he realized that he shouldn't probably pick a fight with the droids "Ah, sorry 'bout that, I simply get a lil defensive when someone gets so pushy, think it's because I've been in this planet for far too long"

@Altaris @Sreeya @vamp @The Good Doctor @Killa Ree @Tulos

 

[Darth Tiamat]

The cantina seemed to be the ideal spot for many, from celebrities, politicians, to just any other lucky bastards that could squeeze their way inside. It was not hard for the woman to get a pass inside, cropped white halter top, tight pants, and heels, and a cute hair flip of her blonde locks seemed to easily woo the bouncer without any additional magic. Though, it seemed to be the ideal location the place packed so full that it made those from the core's space!OSHA sweat if they'd seen this place. She found herself a spot at the balcony that overlooked the game; it was not too far up, not too close down and you could see the entire playing field. Tiamat was certainly enjoying her prime spot, never minding those who yelled, occasionally bumping into her, spilt drinks, odd body odor from some of the species that got a bit too close.

It was hard to know who to cheer for; she recognized Bir on one team, and on the other, two acolytes she had opportunity to...mentor? She wasn't sure what to call it, but they were certainly worth keeping an eye on their progress in the Sith, if they didn't get too messed up from participating in this game. As the second round begun she grabbed herself another drink from the bar, watching the holo screen as the game continued and the players re-entered for another round.

She grabbed her bottle of beer and turned, hearing someone shouting about teaching someone some moves and noted the tiefling horns. She hummed in her thoughts, curiosity about his relation to Raging Bull on the field. However, the mild distraction took her away long enough from the screen, missing the shot that took down Bir. The woman turned quickly, watching the reply and a medical droid dragging him away, cursing loudly with some others around her as she watched the players on the screen.

 

[Dr Ilana Morata]

Catching the president's eye, the woman gave a grin in return, rare and fleeting on such a frosty face. Amber eyes gleamed in the ambient light as she took her drink with her, neatly weaving with the crowd while her guard shouldered patrons aside. A few lunged forward as though to grab at her, and the flash of many devices taking photographs lit her up.

She had no doubt that the Holonet had at least one journalist starting up an article, but that didn't matter tonight. She was here to make an entrance, and she did it with her head held high and her eyes on Emryc. However, one Tiefling caught her eye (@Altaris) as she entered the VIP section, and offered a sly wink before turning.

Meeting Emryc's eyes, she allowed her gaze to look him up and down, lips ticking in a faint grin as her cybernetic hand perched on a hip, head cocked slightly in a mock coy expression. "Emryc," she greeted back, then nodded at Newton. "You both look remarkably sharp tonight." Her lips curved further when Emryc mentioned her evading publicity; she lifted her glass slightly, before taking a sip.

"What can I say, sometimes you just want to sit back and observe--"

But movement on the screen caught her attention, and the events on screen made her eyes gleam. "And I had so much to sponsor, as well. A shame... still rooting for the same team?" she teased the president, slipping into a chair of her own. "I might root for the other, if only for some friendly rivalry." However, the curve of her lips merely showed she was teasing; she knew she had an image to protect, but damn if it wasn't hard to resist joining in the crowd, yelling and booing as events unfolded below. She took another long sip of her drink, before putting it down to watch more intently, fingers lacing together as a medical droid dragged off one contestant.

Things were getting interesting.

@Sreeya @The Good Doctor @Altaris

 

[Ailis Drast]

Ailis had finally managed to bribe her way into the crowded club and push her way through the beyond capacity crowd to hit the bar and order herself a drink. The crowd was glued to the screen and Ailis followed their gaze to see one of the players running the ball towards the goal. She squinted at the screen as it zoomed in and...

"Ohmygod it's Altair!" She shouted before joining the crowd with their cheering, jumping up and down as she watched Altair sprint towards the goal line. "Gogogogogogogogogogogo!" She chanted as her eyes glued to the screen to watch the Tiefling that she may or may not have been slightly infatuated with run the huttball.

Scoroooohno!" Ailis celebration of what was clear to be a goal cut short as Altair slipped on... A sandwich? A fucking sandwich? Ailis tried not to laugh a little bit, she was definitely going to make fun of him for that later. She winced as he crumpled against the wall and watched the screen with concern for a moment as the bar was overtaken by cheers and boos as the score was announced.

 

[Jabari Din]

Jabari kept his eyes fixated onto the arena below, anticipation and glee plastered across his expression. The Tiefling leaned forward over the balcony, gripping the metal railing to support himself while his pierced tail flicked back and forth - betraying his excitement even if he was, for that brief moment, not screaming at the top of his lungs.

The Tiefling smuggler couldn’t help but blink a few times when Khalid mentioned Ma thinning numbers at the next family dinner. That blank expression was left plastered on Jabari’s face for a few seconds, only to morph into something of genuine concern when he looked back at Khalid. “Fuuuuccckk,” He groaned out. “Damnit bro, Ma is gonna kill us for this shit.” The Tiefling had no doubt - none whatsoever - that he and Khalid would somehow be blamed for this right alongside Altair, and would be subjected to the same cataclysmic ass-whoopin’ that was bound to follow.

For the moment, though, Jabari to keep his attention on the present. He turned back to his brother after inviting Veles over, flashing Khalid a wide grin when the older Tiefling slapped him on the back. “Whatever you say. I got yer ol’ ass beat any day o’ the week.” He said confidently. He arched a brow when the older Tiefling accepted the challenge, burgundy eyes following as Khalid began to make his way towards the group of high-rollers - half expecting to see his older brother stopped by one of those expressive-ass security droids that swarmed the group like a bunch of pissed off hornets.

And that was when Jabari spotted Ilana. His burgundy-hued eyes flicked over from the back of Khalid’s stupid head and towards the MortaCorp executive - just in time to catch her flashing that sly wink. Badass Ilana-fuckin’-Morta winking at him.

The Tiefling was left with a markedly stupid expression plastered across his face as he stared in her direction, unable to help the way his eyes lingered on the stark white hair that cascaded down to her shoulders or the crimson dress she was wearing. He immediately felt a bit of heat rush to his cheeks, even if it was near impossible to see with his gray complexion.The Tiefling almost subconsciousness ran a hand through his black-and-white hair, allowing his eyes to linger on that section of the cantina for several long seconds.

After a moment more, Jabari finally pushed off from where he was standing - not hesitating to start making his way in that direction. “..’Ey Khalid wait up.” Unfortunately for Veles who had just been hailed over by the Tiefling brothers, Jabari didn’t so much as look back in the former Sith Lord’s direction at that point - burgundy eyes trained straight ahead.

Of course, this meant that Jabari wasn’t really watching where he was going at that moment - causing him to bump right into the back of Ailis. The Tiefling blinked a few times. “Ah shit.. That’s my bad.” He took a step back, double-checking to make sure he hadn’t caused Ailis to spill any of her drink.

“Sorry ‘bout that, darlin’.” He allowed his burgundy gaze to linger on her own, flashing the Acolyte a smile. Without another word, the Tiefling turned on a heel and continued right along - making his way over to the bar.

The Tiefling didn’t bother to pull down the shirt that was hooked behind the back of his neck - proudly flaunting his muscular torso, tattooed and the bright red paint across his chest. A quick running of his fingers through his hair and a breath check, and the Tiefling strolled his way up to the bar - positioned just adjacent to the private area.

“Gettin’ pretty crowded out on the balcony,” He said, glancing over to the VIP section. His gaze flicked towards one of the security droids that stepped towards him, lingering for a moment before flicking back to the rest of the group. “Got room for one more behind that rope?”

Jabari’s gaze flicked over to Ilana, flashing the MortaCorp executive charming smile. “If ya don’t mind o’ course, ma’am.” He said in his thick accent, returning that wink sly with one of his own.

@Sreeya @Killa Ree @Versok @The Good Doctor @Arcangel

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc only smirked at Ilana’s compliment before clinking his glass with hers, “Here’s to unapologetically being ourselves,” He glanced back over the balcony to catch some of the action. Krazy Kel was knocked out almost immediately at round start and the Red Team was actually employing some form of strategy. The sight caught his attention as he watched the grenades and the double teaming efforts. The half Sephi glanced back at Ilana.

“If by same team you mean the Rancors, then always,” He reached up to tug away at his button up to reveal he wore his team colors underneath just as he had last time, “If you mean for this game, I was actually inclined to back the underdog team full of teenagers,” Emryc eyed them for a moment. They had an energy to them that he liked, particularly that unassuming girl in the wheelchair that had a surprising amount of fire, “Got any new products coming up for me to invest in?” He flashed Ilana a grin. It was no secret that she was great at making him a lot of money.

The half Sephi’s gaze rose as a tiefling that looked remarkably to the player in the arena began to saunter towards Ilana. He looked over at Ilana and offered her a grin, “Seems you have an admirer,” He said simply. The accent the man had was grating as he seemingly acted like he owned the place. However, the sight of the paint on his chest reminded Emryc of fond memories of being a young Huttball fan.

Emryc didn’t look at the tiefling, giving a vague wave with his hand to allow him to pass through as he focused back on the game. He had little interest in being engaged in whatever dialogue was sure to follow between the two, especially with that obnoxious dialect, focusing his attention back on the game. From the looks of it, another score may happen soon. Emryc’s gaze flicked over to the bar as he downed his drink, "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go throw back some shots and party," He politely excused himself and stepped away to make his way over, much to the dismay of his droids. The rope was lowered entirely so it didn't exist as a barrier anymore.


@Killa Ree @Altaris @Versok @Arcangel @GABA @Tulos

 

[Jasper Holliday]

Damn near everyone on Llanic paid attention to Huttball. Right now in fact there were big parties and everything going on back home. But, with a paycheck that'd only increased since gathering extra qualifications through school, Jazz decided to show up at the actual event. For free, since he was technically on a job. President Thorne didn't just get droids 'n shit for bodyguards.

Between his damn decent combat scores and excellent medical training, Jasper was choice for the sort of undercover watching-over the President's security consultant insisted on at all times. No more getting kidnapped in a bathroom for the President, they said. Damn right, agreed Jasper while happily getting an all-expenses-paid trip to a Huttball game.

Dressed pretty well in his opinion, Jasper had found a seat at the bar that afforded him a great view of both the VIP section and the game itself. Drink in hand he cheered for the scrappy team of kids every time they pulled some complete bullshit maneuver that still somehow managed to work. "C'MON DARIUS, DODGE YOU SHITHEAD!" he yelled as his fellow ISC ranger got ran the hell over by Hell on heels, unable to keep himself from laughing even as he cringed in sympathetic pain.

"YEAH!!" he yelled Raging Bull charged straight through the goal line, and again when the smoke grenades went off in the middle.

"FUCK 'EM UP!" was added to the crowd's roaring when Krazy Kel exploded. He grimaced both times the smaller-looking Snark Shark kid got screwed by the PIPE and wondered where the hell these Hutts bought that garbage. Just as things looked like there might be a score pretty soon he caught President Thorne moving out of the VIP area- and the nervous buzzing of droids in his ear comm. "Yeah yeah, I got eyes, relax."

Jasper hopped off his seat and plopped himself back down where Emryc settled at the bar. The man knew who his security was, and he didn't salute 'cause that'd kinda give away he was undercover security. "Hey, big boss. Box getting too busy?" The bartender already showed up since literally the ISC President showed up. "You a shots guy, Mr. President?" he asked with a cheeky grin, tapping twice against the bar.

@Sreeya

 

[Veles]

Veles had been watching the match intently, from the Kel Dor tripping over a sandwich to Altair being knocked out by the same sandwich and he audibly gasped when he saw the dominos slowly falling into place and the tiefling flew off the platform. As he still managed to score, the crowd erupted in cheering and several rounds of drinks were ordered. The underdogs always tended to get more attention, especially when they were so young.

It had been, as expected, a riveting display of Hutt Ball, much as the big tournaments tended to be. He had no idea how they picked all the ragtag groups of fighters exceptionally gifted with violence, but the Hutts were definitely doing something right.

A tiefling — one who’d been cheering for Altair — waved him over, and as the Dathomirian began to make his way through, weaving around the bodies in the crowded bar, the tiefling began to head for the VIP area. Did Altair have an ultra rich brother or something?

Whether he did or not, the tiefling managed to get in and made a beeline for the woman Emryc Thorne was talking to. He stopped trying to go against the current of people since the guy had something else to do, and instead ordered another drink.

He had looked away and was watching the game, observing as the previous champion was taken out once again, this time immediately as the round began. It was even more intense this time around, and Veles looked down just as someone threw out lightning to find Emryc Thorne a few meters away. It surprised him to see a person this disconnectedly wealthy among Nar Shaddaa slime, but the Galaxy was an interesting place and the Force mysterious. Of course, he made his way over. If there was anyone he’d talk to in this bar, it was definitely someone as interesting as Thorne.

”A lot better than sports in the Republic,” he remarked, glancing toward the screen and then back. ”What do you drink, Mr. Thorne?”

@Sreeya