Ask Event Super Hutt Ball

[Clove Vanhoop]

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The half-Annfyn was taken aback by the crimson liquid that traced her lance's path; she hadn't intended to injure him as badly as she did. Despite the mask covering the top half of her face, her shock could be seen on her face. She had underestimated the power of the lance, and her own power apparently. For a brief moment, she stared at the blood that had dripped onto the floor, making not only driving with her wheels more difficult but also indicating that he wasn't in the best of health.

Kriff! Was he the second person she'd ever severely injured? The raider girl together with Crix first, and now Darius' ribs? Oh, she hated it. She loathed this even more than she loathed Darius, which was a remarkable feat in and of itself. Sure, she didn't want him in the game anymore, but not like this?! She only wanted to trick him into disqualifying himself!

She couldn't back out now; she knew what she was getting herself into. Sorta. Ish. WELL, it wasn't lancing someone in the ribs and standing in a pool of blood. And, to be honest, everything was more violent than she had expected, she always figured some of it was fake. Like those wrestling shows her dad enjoyed watching. Learn something new every day!

Plus, the money for her new spine came closer and closer. She could almost smell it, even if there were more rounds to come. And she'd just donate 40% of her prize to charity to make up for the bloodshed and give Darius 10% as an apology. Far more than he deserved, considering the amounts of shampoo she wasted just to get the scent of sour vomit out of her hair, but hey.

Jedi first, pettiness second.

No, she wouldn't stand down. One quick glance to the side told her that her friend Altair, the Raging Bull, got the ball. The other two on the yellow team were still somewhat recovering, making Darius, the Sniper, the most obvious danger for Altair. Once again the baboon was in her way.

Clove's large brown eyes snapped back to Darius, and without a word the half-Annfyn attempted to slam the side of her lance against Darius' head, hoping to knock him out with the metal.

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Roll: 15/20. Target: Darius.

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[Bir Vuul]

Huttball, it seemed, was not something that would ever change for the mad Kel Dor. Just as he prepared to leap into the conflict, savage heart pounding in anticipation of the brutal violence that was about to be unleashed, the same foul sandwich that represented his failure from the get go proved to be his folly once more. What began as a look of maniacal determination with a sinister chuckle of insanity soon transitioned into the wide eyes of shock partnered with a cry of confusion.

”He he he h-woah!”

As his bare foot leaned down on the white bun (what self respecting Hutt is going to try a good whole grain sandwich?), the mayo that had been plastered on his cheek provided the slickness that would send Bir falling forward… again.

Flustered, floundering, furious at his failures, Bir growled as he slammed his fist against the platform that was increasingly becoming his own personal prison. Then he saw him.

Raging Bull, huttball in hand and turning his focus towards the goal line. He still had a chance! An opportunity to turn this round back! But would his luck hold out? Still laying on the ground, directly between Raging Bull and his own goal line? And no weapons but the Force. If history was any indicator, this was going to end badly but Bir was not one to simply roll over and give up.

Casting a glance over his shoulder to the foul sandwich that had tripped him up, Bir stretched his arm back and coiled the Force around it’s mayo drenched buns. His frustrations were string and his grip was tighter than he intended, vile smelling grease from… whatever sort of meat it was, who really knew, spilled onto the floor behind him. Then he would throw it forward, hoping to land it in Raging Bull’s path.

Spoiler

20/20 with a -2 modifier = 18/20 targetting Raging Bull

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[Altair Din]

Altair felt an intense level of anxiety as he was in possession of the ball. He knew he couldn’t linger there, and his teammates were doing their best to clear the arena for him. Sol was completely out and it was just him and Clove left. He glanced over at her and gave her a nod before he turned and bolted towards the goal.

The tiefling spotted Krazy Kel…still where he was. Had the dude not moved at all this entire time?? What was he doing?? Altair couldn’t focus on that, and he rushed directly towards the goal. With a running start, he enhanced himself with the Force and charged towards the goal line to score. He had a clear shot, though with no one blocking Kel, he knew there was room for nonsense. Regardless, he had confidence in the ball getting through regardless of what happened to him in the process.

Roll to score a goal: 19/20

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[Darius Belari]

Oh, now that was satisfying. Darius watched - raw and unadulterated glee plastered across his expression - as the slug sailed through the air and slammed directly into the young Acolyte’s chest and sent him careening off the platform. Snark Shark was KO’d, and that announcement was immediately followed up with a round of bloodthirsty cheers and howling from the viewer stands above.

Of course, Darius’ victory was exceptionally short lived.

While his attention had been strictly focused onto Snark Shark, Darius hadn’t noticed Clove moving on the offensive and starting to close the distance between them. It wasn’t until she was almost to him - moving way too fucking fast for someone in a wheelchair, mind you - that the Ranger finally bodily turned to face in her direction - finally catching sight of the half-Sephi barreling towards him. He saw the somewhat vicious and bloodthirsty glint in the girl’s eyes, and like a complete moron couldn’t help but stare like a bantha in headlights, quietly contemplating his life choices.

This was it. This was how it was all going to end for Darius - run over by some wheelchair bound, cabbage-patch-lookin-ass Jedi. Clove was far too close for Darius to run away from, and he didn’t attempt to. Instead, the Ranger opened his mouth - raw terror etched into his features. “WHAT THE FUC–”

Before he could get the sentence out, Darius was struck in the chest by the half-Sephi’s energy lance - knocking the wind out of his lunges as he was sent flat onto his ass. Sharp pain radiated out across his entire body, blood spilling out from where Clove’s lance had made impact.

For several seconds, Darius simply laid in place - clutching his torso as the pain wrecked through his body. He couldn’t help but groan out in pain loudly, which was of course met with cheers from the Hutts and crowds above.

Somehow, the Ranger had managed to hang onto the Wookie Rifle in spite of being trucked by a cripple - the weapon still held close to his body. While still prone on the ground, Darius attempted to lift the rifle and point it vaguely in Clove’s direction - pulling the trigger in an attempt to blow the girl right off her wheels.

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Dice roll: 3/20...

 

[Yojiro Kante]

Well this was not going well, no highlight plays, his Universe S's scorched and blackened. He could see the credits running away from him, or was that just the 'Raging Bull' running off with the Hutt Ball. The wannabe Scoundrel was hurting, first the bowcaster shot, then the headbutt with the Hutt Ball was leaving him a little worse for wear and not really in shape to chase the man.

He doubted he or Bir could stop the Tiefling so Yojiro chose to reserve his energy for the next round.

Dice Roll: 9/20

 

[Huttball League]

Hell on (W)heels would succeed in her attempt to bonk Ratchet. Ratchet would be hurt as a result of the lance colliding against his skull. Ratchet would still attempt to fire a shot from the rifle, but it wouldn't work out his way. As Wheels would accidentally hit the button to shoot the blaster part of the energy lance, hitting him where he was previously impaled at.

Ratchet is KOed!

There were cheers in the arena for Wheels, as it looked like to the untrained eye that Wheels also shot him with a blast from her energy lance right in the face of her opponent. "By Boonta's Treasure, despite that Wheels can't use her legs and is bound to a wheelchair, her brutality knows no bounds! Hah hahaha". The medical droid would then go towards Ratchet's body. "Oh look, another friend, come with me" the droid would then pick him up, start hugging him before taking him to the bacta tank.

The Raging Bull got the ball, and used this opportunity to take the ball to the goal, somehow at a speed that should be impossible. With Ratchet and Yojiro down and Bir that's still at the starting point, he should have this in with ease right? Krazy Kel then did something crazy in an attempt to save the round, he threw the sandwich in the Raging Bull's path. And the Raging Bull would trip over it, sending him sliding out of control. The Raging Bull would then be airborne going forward with the momentum they gathered from the Force Speed, there would be no stopping it, except the wall for the upper platform. Raging Bull with collide into the hard metal at fast speed, noggin first. It was not pleasant for the faint of heart

Raging Bull is KOed!!!

"Ooh, that's got to hurt, haha". But wait! Raging Bull's unconscious body is still holding on the body, with the ball being on the ground with his downed body on top of it, and he is at goal.

The Raging Bull scores! Red Team 1. Yellow Team 0.

"Wow, the Raging Bull scores! Red Team takes the lead!" "That brings an end to this round!" "What a goal, he did even when down. I don't think I've saw that before! And he moved so fast, and broke through two other people, amazing!""Anything can happen in Hutt Ball!" The medical droid would then look at Raging Bull's body, turning him over revealing the tiefling has a big bloody spot on his forehead. "My day keeps getting better and better. More friends!" This one will have to have a more serious look, the bacta will patch up the wounds, but head trauma is a different beast all together.

Now that the round is over, all the contestants will be healed up and be ready for the next round. The weapons they picked up will be confiscated as the new round will start anew soon. But first a commercial break

Spoiler: OOC

Because of Sree's roll of 19 for scoring. They succeed in goaling
Because of Tulos' nat 20, although they can't stop the success, although the nat 20 will not be in vain Raging Bull will have negative malus for next round, which I will decide later.

Anyways, feel free to have all your characters do a reaction post to the scoring while I finish getting the new round set up. There will be some tweaks :)

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[Clove Vanhoop]

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The boink landed exactly as she had hoped. But Darius' head was strong, as one would expect from someone with a plate so thick that he couldn't even begin to understand the fundamentals of common sense. So instead of knocking him out, all it did was ... give him a headache?

Wouldn't be the first time she gave him a headache.

But then he drew his rifle and pointed it in her general direction. Clove panicked, drawing her lance back as quickly as she could in preparation for another attack. But then disaster struck: her fingers accidentally pressed the button that fired the blaster bolts. The bolt slammed into Darius' already damaged wound, knocking him out.

While the half-Annfyn stared at Darius, who was now lying in a pool of blood, the crowd began to cheer her name. Or well, 'Wheels'. Fortunately, a droid appeared, babbling about friends and taking care of Darius. Her large brown eyes finally shifted away from Darius, knowing he wasn't going to die, and lingered for a split second on the crowd, her cheeks burning. She was conflicted; the sound of cheers made her feel proud. But at the same time, they were cheering because there had been so much bloodshed. She blinked twice before shifting her gaze to Altair.

Altair had somehow scored. Despite being unconscious on the ball, he scored!

Clove let out a cheer and carefully began to navigate her wheels through the slick crimson. After exiting the pool of blood and having her wheels leave a trail of blood, the girl made her way to the middle field, where the cheers were the loudest.

Shark boy and Altair weren't there to celebrate the goal. But she knew Altair would have wanted a coordinated dance if they scored, and Shark boy was insane enough to join in. So Clove did the first thing that came to mind: when the albeit brief celebration music began to play, Clove let the chair lean back, her front wheels lifting into the air. With enthusiastic cheers and yells, she began to spin around, effectively performing a spinning wheelie. It wasn't her classy ballet, but it'd work. "FOR SHARKIE AND BULL!" She yelled.

Clove cheerfully made her way back towards the starting area once the music stopped, allowing the droids to patch up her slug wound.

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[Huttball League]

"What a game so far""Yeah, the blood, the violence, the hillariousness of at all. Hah!""Yeah, it's been a fun game so far, but there is still more to come as we have plenty of time left. What will happen next in this great game?"

It's almost time. The players are now being ushered to the field, healed of their injuries via bacta, and new raiments, and restored wheelchairs in the case of literally one player. Although bacta can treat almost all wounds, the Raging Bull has a concussion, his head would still be ringing which can be a big factor going into the next round. Normally if this were a legal sport played somewhere civilized the player can't play for months. But this isn't a civilized sport and this game is illegal in the Republic.

It should be noted with how good the game is and their antics, all the participants are getting some fans of their own already, some more than others, but still. There is always the chance that a new star will be born like Mr. Macho who was the MVP of the last season's game.

With all brand new round, there would be even more weapons to pick up and to chose from, chosen at random. Will the Red Team have access to anti-vehicle weapons? Maybe the Yellow team might start off close to Lightsabers?

"Huttball fans, are you ready to get wild?" The crowd will cheer. "Are you ready to see violence once more?" the crowd will cheer again. "Anyways, without further a do..."

"ROUND TWO BEGIN!"

And with that, the second game round will begin, the players are now lose on the pitch.

Spoiler: Map + Weapon Pickups

1. Syringe Pistol *
2. Bundle of 2x concussion grenade
3. Thumper
4. Foesweaper Scatterblaster
5. SP-C10 Blaster Carbine
6. Bundle of 2x smoke grenade
7. Wrist Rocket Launcher
8. Energy Lance
9. 2x thermal detonator
10. Bowcaster
11. Shock Boxing Gloves
12. Neuronic Whip
13. Cycler Rifle
14. R-799 Micro Missile Gun
15. Pneumatic Fist
16. Wookie Projectile Rifle
17. SG-82 Sonic Rifle
18. PIPE
    
    For this event, all weapons have their pvp restrictions removed if any. Reminder that this event is death and maim disabled
    Also for this event, force-sensitives can use the functions above regardless of force-user compatibility
    * The syringe pistol has a stun agent that works just as effectively on any alien species as it does human/near-humans.

Spoiler: OOC

Due to the nat 20 roll from last round, the Raging Bull (@Sreeya) has a -1 modifier to all rolls until the next goal is scored due to concussion.

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[Altair Din]

Altair may have been knocked out, but no one would take his ridiculous victory dance from him. As a result, when they all came out again, the tiefling smiled brightly at the crowds. His head was throbbing and he felt miserable, but that wasn’t gonna get him down. And so the tiefling began to move and groove, doing his delayed victory dance, complete with the splits, now that he was conscious. He hopped up and waved at the crowds that were now howling and cheering as a result. Altair turned and smiled at his team, “Let’s fucking do this!” He shouted as he darted towards the weapons laid out before them.

Using the Force to speed up his movements, he rapidly picked up the smoke grenades. At once, he cooked and tossed them directly towards the vicinity of the Huttball. Altair kept charging ahead, using the Force to pull the carbine to his hand as he zoomed ahead. The smoke grenades would send up clouds of thick smoke that would obscure him and his teammates from view by the opposing team. Each grenade was tossed on either side of the huttball to maximize how widely dispersed the smoke was. While he and his teammates would be going through the cloud, they could rely on the Force to still focus.

Altair’s main goal was making his way towards the ball while staying under the cover of the smoke and invisible to the other team.

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[Clove Vanhoop]

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It was fair to say that Clove had to keep reminding herself why she was still in the game as both her chair and her ribcage received a new coat of paint. Not only did she loathe hurting Darius like that, she also began to realize how much the Jedi would scold her if they ever found out. But after taking a good look at her teammates, the Shark boy and Altair, she rolled back to their starting platform.

And, hey. If the credits turned out to be legal, which she assumed they were because the Hutts were shady but not that shady, she could use her new wealth to help the Jedi Order! Maybe she and Ephiny should finally start that free-healthcare project they'd been talking about. She had the potential to do some good with the credits!

It'd surely be worth it all!

Altair began to groove when they all met on the platform. It was truly impressive, particularly his split. But she couldn't be distracted by his dancing! Or Shark Boy's endearing poses. She had her own little entrance! Clove began to speed up as the music hit just the right spot, and with the help of the Force, she suddenly jumped into the air, the wheelchair spinning into a flip. Thankfully, the straps kept her body in place, and when the wheels landed back on the ground, she spread her arms elegantly and smiled brightly. The crowd applauded loudly at her flip's success, though the confused mixture of "Nawww" and "huh" never seemed to fade, especially after her 'brutal act of violence' against Darius.

"Let's go do this! WOOHH!" Clove shouted back at Altair and Sol as she made her way towards the weapons.

The Force had been kind to her, and the Syringe Gun had landed near her team. Perfect. This was her baby. Not that silly lance. She knew how to shoot because of Xi, and she was familiar with syringes. And while the latter was less important, she was rushing towards it at full speed. And deep down, she was just relieved that the Syringe Gun wasn't as lethal or bloody.

Clove tapped into her Force as Altair's smoke began to provide cover, allowing it to serve as her second pair of eyes. It whirled around the field, looking for her appointments. She discovered Bir, who she knew was Force Sensitive and could be a danger with the smoke. Determined to take him down before he could do anything, Clove rolled into range, aimed where the Force told her he'd be and would shot the first syringe towards him.

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Roll: 12/20. Target: Bir.

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[Soleil Altan]

Soleil jogged onto the platform in his replacement Huttball chest piece, rolling his shoulder with a series of stretching pops. He'd gone down just before Altair scored, but he'd seen the replay in the medbay. Looking at Altair's back, he had to appreciate the dude pulling off a move that fit his name so well after Yujiro was out of the way. And Wheels'd lance charged the dude who shot him, even. Soleil wasn't discouraged by getting knocked out quickly. If anything, seeing the round-ending score afterward got him even more pumped up.

He flipped and spun onto the scene in time with his teammates, twisting through the air, ending by handspringing into a double backspin and turning to face Yellow Team. His face was split with a fiercely fanged grin halfway to a sneer, competitive spirit in full force. Sol felt a mighty need to show them knocking them down a bit wasn't gonna stick. After two of them went down to score, their combined entrance made the crowd cheer wildly for the second round. Soleil struck a dramatic pose and stuck out his tongue, showing his teeth.

Bouncing on his feet he energetically pumped his fist to Altair and Clove, shooting forward from the start line toward the thumper grenade launcher. Sol slid smoothly into place and snatched it up, sinking into the Force to see with his mind's eye and track his target through their smoke cover.

He braced, aimed at Krazy Kel, and fired a grenade.

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DICE ROLL: 12/20, Thumper grenade launcher targeting Krazy Kel.

 

[Darius Belari]

While the Bacta-tank had done wonders to quickly heal Darius’ injuries from the previous round, the Ranger was still decidedly bitter about not only being trucked by Clove, but promptly shot at point blank range. Never mind the fact that he had just tried to shoot her at point blank range. That was wholly justified - considering she practically tried to run him down in her wheelchair like some kind of paraplegic jousting tournament.

Nevertheless, no sense in dwelling on that fact now. Instead, Darius crouched down behind the starting line of the Yellow-Team corner of the arena, eyes flicking across the assortment of weapons for this round. While the Bowcaster certainly harkened to his preference for ranged weaponry, his previous experience with Wookie technology left.. A lot, to be desired. Instead, Darius continued to scan his options before finally fixating onto one in particular.

As soon as the signal was given, Darius pushed off from the starting line - dashing across the field and moving towards the right. His sapphire eyes fixated onto the pair of thermal detonators that were neatly placed onto a pedestal. His gaze only flicked away from his prize in order to ensure that Clove wasn’t charging at him like a baby rancor.

Skidding to a halt, Darius swiped up the pair of incredibly powerful explosives. He immediately set one onto his belt and held the other tightly in his hand, eyes flicking ahead towards the Red Team. He couldn’t help but squint as Altair threw the smoke grenades onto the field, obstructing their vision around the Huttball and blocking them from seeing any incoming attacks.

And then he remembered the grenade in his hands.

In theory, Darius didn’t really need to see any of the Red Team. All he needed to do was throw the Thermal Detenator into the cloud of smoke and pray that one of them fell within the blast radius.

Without a moment to lose, Darius tan forward a few strides before drawing back his arm, quite literally winding up before he pressed the activation button on the top of the explosive.

“NYEH!” With that inspiring battle-cry, Darius lobed the explosive forward.

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Dice Roll: 4/20.. Oof.

 

[Bir Vuul]

With the pitch reset and the participants healed back to a fighting state, Bir stood amongst his team mates with a renewed sense of anticipation. The mayo that had been spread across his cheek remained, fingers pulled through it and across the remainder of his face to mimic war paint. There would not be the same mistake as before, motionless as his comrades and enemies ran forth into the foray of combat. No, this time he intended on being there with them through to the end.

GO!!!

Bir darted forward and down the stairs, coming to a stop above the energy lance (8) and pivoting to the left, heading towards the pathway that would lead him towards the huttball. Yet as he prepared to take the turn (close to 7), his target became shrouded in smoke. Neither the ball nor any of his enemies were visible to the naked eye, though through the Force he could sense their relative positioning. But what of his team mates? They would certainly be unable to do the same.

Still weaponless as he began to move across the pathway, Bir focused and let loose a wave of Force energy in hopes of displacing not only the smoke but putting his foes off their feet and possibly disrupting any of their concealed attacks. The latter less likely but if he could clear the smoke from the field, then he would be content.

Spoiler

11/20 on the Force Push

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[Yojiro Kante]

Another around, another chance to prove himself and another way to earn some bucks. The charred blue sneakers were still there, but all would now be able to notice the bright flamingo pink synthetic jacket he wore, on the black in white letters was the brand logo for 'Gulce', a premier brand in the Mid Rim.

The Signal for the second round had Yojiro glancing round to find something, he needed an edge. And what better edge than a massive explosive device. The Scoundrel dived for the Bowcaster at the foot of the Yellow Teams starting area, "Revenge is a dish best served with plasma." He shouted as he aimed the weapon at 'Raging Bull'.

Dice Roll: 5/20

 

[Huttball League]

The new game began, the Hutts on commentary watched and slithered their hands together as they would watch the carnage begin anew. They were really taking a liking to Wheels and the Raging Bull of the Red Team. The Hutts would watch the players get their weapons from the pitch, with a wider variety and different of pick-ups means more variety of tactics that could play out.

The Raging Bull threw smoke grenades, that would do a good job providing cover. The Hutts smirked, interested in seeing what their plan is. "Ooh, interesting tactical choice.""Yes indeed.""Quite quite." One doesn't throw smoke grenades for no reason, they thought.

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Yojiro would grab the bowcaster, the Hutts were really interested in how this would play out. As he was about to fire, after shouting his badass line, as soon as the trigger was pulled, the heavy weapon would recoil very hard and it then it would smack Yoijro hard in the mouth and the nose in addition to knocking him off his feet.. It would hurt pretty badly, it would break one of Yojiro's teeth and then break his nose, with blood then coming out soon after. The bowcaster was also knocked out of his possession.

"Oh my, did he really? Do these weak humies know they can't use that? That's a weapon for strong people, like wookies!""Not unless their name is Han Solo. Haha"

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Krazy Kel would unleash his Force Wave and the attack would blow away the smoke, letting it linger towards the sides until it will dissipate on it's own. It was a good move and a good display of power to make a wave of the force like that. But unfortunately, the Force Wave could not stop the attack that was already set in motion by the Snark Shark. The Thumper Grenades fire in an arc, going up when fire and then coming down for the blow. The grenade would continue it's trajectory and then it would land just behind Krazy Kel, blowing him up and sending him ragdolling forward, although the explosion would badly damage his body and consume his raiment, he would have been left standing maybe... If Hell on (W)heels didn't follow up with an attack of her own.

The Syringe Gun is an underrated weapon and Krazy Kel would soon find out it's power, a syringe would find it's way in Kel's neck area. Then soon, the fast acting sedative will do it's thing and has already suffered a lot of damage to resist it. Shortly, Krazy Kel would pass-out asleep where he was.

Krazy Kel is KOed!

"I wonder what he's dreaming of""Krazy Kel, stop sleeping during the match!""How beautiful, sleeping like a baby. Hahoho"

The medical droid would then come to collect Krazy Kel. He would try poking him once, then twice. "New friend, let me take you to bed" the droid would then carry him with both hands.

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And lastly, there was Ratchet. They would attempt to throw a thermal detonator. But shortly after pressed and before it was thrown it would produce a firework pop of confetti instead, and knock it from the unprepared Ratchet's hand. Once it hit the ground and before Ratchet could react, it would explode like it was a frag grenade, in addition to damaging Ratchet a lot, it would send him fly backing from the shockwave.

"Ouch! That has got to hurt!""Dabba, I thought you said that was a thermal detonator?""OH. Oh. Real thermal detonators are too expensive and get a lot of heat. I was kind hoping they wouldn't selected so no one would notice."

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[Soleil Altan]

Soleil grinned confidently at the sound of the announcement declaring Krazy Kel out of the game, he and Clove's tandem attack dropping Kel to the floor. He shot Clove a grin and a thumbs up to Altair before his eyes turned to lock onto his next target, his last round supreme nemesis: THE PIPE! Up and over obstacles he went, running and clambering to the rocket launcher's stand.

So far their strategy was working, even with the smoke partly dissipated. This was more fun than Sol'd expected to play in person, even after getting shot and flying around on a PIPE- which was actually pretty funny. He was totally gonna make that his smartpad desktop, maybe some animated text stickers.

Snatching it up and aiming toward the two remaining Yellow Team members left. Darius, in particular, who'd shot him last round. Stubborn in a competition, Soleil was determined to try this weapon a second time. Leaving it up to luck- a terrible idea, really- he looked down the sight and pulled the trigger!

Dice Roll: 2/20. Cursed be the PIPE.

 

[Clove Vanhoop]

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And Bir went down.

Good. That was the Force Sensitive person taken care of.

The half-large Annfyn's brown eyes darted around the field, in the direction where she sensed Darius. Although she didn't really need her Force; Bir's final act before being knocked out of the round was splitting the smoke, allowing her to see Darius in all his snake-like glory.

And then he quite literally blew himself up.

Clove blinked before pushing forward to reduce the gap between herself and Darius. In truth, she really hadn't planned on going for him again. She was only looking around to see what he was up to. Because, realistically, the guy in the toasty shoes was a more obvious target than the guy who just blew himself up. But, really, he just blew himself up.

And it was Darius. That's a sufficient reason in and of itself.

Clove squinted her eyes and swirled the Force towards the smoke closest to her before Force Pushing a small amount towards herself. While it made her position on the field painfully obvious, it made pinpointing her exact location within said smoke with a ranged weapon far harder.

Clove raised her Syringe Gun at Darius, her focus returning to him through the Force, and attempted to shoot!

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Roll: 8/20. Target: Darius.

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[Yojiro Kante]

Blood gushed down the face of Yojiro, pouring forth from his nose and split lip. He snarled as he pulled himself back to his feet, he was getting tired of this game, but the Force Damned Useless Kel Dor had gotten himself KO'd they were down two to three. Going on the attack right now would be foolish, no he needed to defend and try and take out a member of the Red Team.

The Bull still seemed like the biggest threat of the team, the damned Wookiee Blaster was still at his feet. Cocking the weapon ready to fire he moved into a position in the middle of Yellow Team's goal and then let loose at the Horned Teenager.

Roll: 10/20 (-1 Malice, Total roll 9/20)

 

[Darius Belari]

Of all the ways Darius was expecting things to go, this certainly wasn’t it. The Lokkian couldn’t help but flinch as the Thermal Detonator popped out a bust of confetti and was knocked out of his hands, falling almost in slow motion towards the arena. “THE FUCK!?” He blurted out. Darius could do nothing but stare wide eyed at what was about to happen, as his glorious plan proceeded to blow right up in his face. Literally.

The Lokkian brought his arms up to shield his face at the last second, but it was a maneuver that was largely in vain. The not-thermal detonator exploded the moment it made contact with the arena floor, the shockwave tossing Darius backwards like a ragdoll - careening through the air while fragments of metal tore into his body armor. There was a painful crunch of something as Darius collided with the arena floor quite some distance from where he started. This was, of course, met with a mixture of wincing and over enthusiastic cheering from the crowd.

It took Darius several long moments to peel himself up off the ground - intense pain radiating out across his body and a worrying amount of blood seeping from his injuries and pooling where he’d landed on the arena floor. It was only then that he looked up, spotting the Red Team opponent who was wheeling her ass towards him.

Clove.

“Oh COME ON!” He groaned loudly. Of course it was her. Of course. Who else could it possibly be? It was always going to be Clove - that constant and neverending source of suffering for Darius. Somehow, becoming wheelchair bound hadn’t managed to make the half-Annfyn any less hazardous to be around.

Without a tremendous amount of other options, Darius reached for the second not-Thermal detonator that was stashed on his belt. He drew back his arm, pressed the activation button and immediately threw the explosive - this time anticipating the burst of confetti that was likely to come. Even if it wasn’t a thermal detonator, the explosive was still capable of doing some damage as Darius aimed to throw the damn thing beneath the half-Annfyn’s wheels.

Eat shit, Clove.

@Sreeya @LilyNion @Mr. Teatime @Tulos @Braden

Dice roll: 8/20

 

[Altair Din]

The fact that the Kel dude from the last championship was down was a huge plus. Altair glanced over at his team, navigating through the smoke as they both went on the offense. Since he focused on the grenades last time, he found himself once again with a clear path to the ball. Damn it! It meant he was probably about to get trucked by some bullshit again. Last time it was a sandwich, this time he expected Yojiro to send one of his sneakers sailing to probably clock him in the face. The tiefling looked visibly concerned as he made a beeline for the ball.

He could hear the crowds roaring as he darted towards the center. By now, the crowds were chanting his name and that only added to the pressure. He tuned it out and focused on rushing towards the ball to take possession of it.

Roll: 9/20 actual roll, -1 for concussion

@The Good Doctor