Ask Event Super Hutt Ball

[Huttball League]

And so Ratchet chose to throw his remaining 'thermal' detonator if it could even be called that. "Is that humie seriously? Doing throwing that other one? Hah!" But soon it would become apparent that it's not a joke frag grenade. It is the real thing as it would work as advertised against Hell of (W)heels. Unfortunately, grenades are not the most precise thing and his target was under smoke cover, the grenade would land off a couple ways, it would land diagonally behind to her left, and when it explodes, it would destroy her left wheel, which would hamper her mobility for the rest of the game round and be rocked when the wheel chair goes down. "I thought you said those weren't real thermal detonators?""Oh, one of them might have been. i don't know."

But he wouldn't have the last laugh, as Wheels would land a shot with the syringe. Wheels came close to a shot that would subdue her rival outright, but it would hit Ratchet's right arm instead. The syringe needle embedding itself into his skin would hurt, but it would also release the fast acting sedative. With that, Ratchet's right arm would be completely useless. Already hurt from the grenade before that, he will not be able to take any more damage this round.

It's interesting to see which one of these rivals will be able to put the other down. Ratchet doesn't have a lot of options it seems, but Wheels is a force user? The medical droid is on stand-by, just itching to come on over once one of the combatants go down, to give Ratchet a hug or include Wheels in his new circle of friends.

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The Hutts were trying to contain their laughter as the Snark Shark tried using the PIPE again. But when her squeeze the trigger, the Hutts would bust out laughing their slimey tails off. When the rocket would be launched, it would just land right in front of him. Shark would have no reaction time to escape the rocket exploding, but fortunately the rocket was defective so while it would inflict a lot of damage, it wouldn't instantly take him out of the fight. There were no words from the commentary team, they were just laughing. Well, there were some "Hahahaha, I can't... believe he'd use that those things again after. Hasn't he figured out that the rocket launchers were on recall? haha" Similar to his last mishap from the last PIPE he tried using, it's best he avoids taking more damage.

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While the Raging Bull is getting applause and heading towards the ball, he is met with opposition for what looks to be his rival Yojiro. All that for ruining some shoes? Anyways, the Raging Bull would be at the cusp of the ball, very close to getting it by the time Yojiro would try again with the weapon that just knocked one of his teeth out. Fortunately, he has a better handle on the weapon, but not enough for a shot that would do major damage. The shot would graze the Raging Bull's left arm, the energy from the bowcaster shot burning there. The pain would be felt but the pain would be manageable.

"What will the Raging Bull do now?" the commentators posed the question for the audience. Will the Raging Bull go for a hail mary? Going for the goal and attempt to evade the defenders attacks? Or try to get him out of the way, one way or another. Stay tuned folks!

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[Darius Belari]

Darius couldn’t help the way his face instantly lit up when the not-Thermal detonator exploded, managing to blow off Clove’s left wheel and cause the parapaletgic half-Anfynn to lean comically to one side. “AHA!” The Lokkian pumped the air victoriously. Sure, it wasn’t as accurate as he would’ve liked, but it was still a successful hit. More importantly, the loss of mobility meant that he didn’t have to worry about Clove running him down like a pissed off old lady on one of those electric scooters.

Which was more of a relief than the Lokkian wanted to openly admit.

Of course, his moment of success proved to be - surprise surprise - exceptionally short lived. His eyes widened as the half-Anfynn fired off the syringe gun - the metal of the needle catching the light as it sailed through the air and buried itself in his bicep. “What the fuck, man!?” He cried out, immediately using his other hand to pull out the needle.

While the pain wasn’t terrible, there was a bit of internal panic as the effects of the sedative set in - numbing his entire left arm and effectively making him unable to move the limp more than a few centimeters in either direction while wholly unable to lift it. Darius blinked a few times, swaying his shoulder a few times as his arm dangled freely.

He proceeded to look across the field at Clove, to the surrounding weapons, and very rapidly came to a conclusion on his next move.

Without another word, Darius pushed off from where he was still standing and started to book it as fast as he could towards Clove - attempting to ignore the pain in his body as he hobbling ahead with all of his might. While the Lokkian’s right arm swung with his strides, his left arm dangled pathetically behind him - effectively causing the Ranger to perform a one-armed-Naruto-run towards the half-Anfynn. Even if he was moving closer than usual from his injuries, Clove wasn’t doing much better with her fucked up wheel. What was she going to do, aggressively spin in a circle?

Fully committed to his stupid-ass plan, Darius rapidly closed the distance between himself and the half-Anfynn even if she raised her syringe gun to fire at him again. As soon as he was only a few feet away, the Lokkian pushed off with both legs and propelled himself forward - leaning his torso into the jump while both arms hung down at his sides. The result was the 6’3, almost 200lb Ranger performing a

flying headbutt right into Clove - attempting to slam right into her face, knock her off her wheelchair and send them both tumbling to the ground. Exactly like he had inadvertently done to that crippled grandma back at the haunted mansion.

As he leaped forward, the Lokkian opened his mouth - blood and splittle flying past his lips as he roared out his glorious battlecry.

“EAT SHIT!”

Dice Roll: 12/20
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[Clove Vanhoop]

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KABOOM! Was all Clove heard before her wheelchair suddenly shook roughly . Her wheelchair's left side shifted to the ground, and any movement she had came to a halt. And that wasn't the worst of it; the shaking of the chair and the sudden destruction of the wheel pushed her forward, and while the strap around her waist kept her against the chair, she was in a less-than-comfortable position.

She was left dangling to the side awkwardly. And yet, she couldn't stop giggling with genuine delight.

While she was still giggling, the half-Annfyn's eyes and Force scanned the area. Altair was running towards the goal at a godholy pace while he was shot by Mr. Roasted Shoes. And Darius? Darius was... approaching her... Both unfortunate and fortunate. She could stop him and save herself; he wasn't Force-sensitive, and his weapon arm was dangling around like wet noodles—perfect for a man like him—so all she needed was a quick Force push, and bam! But instead, her attention was drawn to Yojiro.

The Force surged through her body, building up until she unleashed it in a Force Push against Yojiro, attempting to slam him off the side of the platform, hopefully towards Shark Boy's direction.

Her gaze returned to the buffoon who was still charging at her after she finished her attempted attack. "Hey, D— ...Ratchet!" Clove called out, her lips still curled into a smile. She decided to open her chair's strap now that she was basically stranded and her legs dangling awkwardly, just so she could swing herself off the chair at any time. Then all she could do was wait, stare at the one-armed-anime-running-frothing-from-the-mouth-man, mentally preparing herself for the worst.

But, really, what's the worst that could happen? It was Darius. Based on every encounter they've had, he was only good at fainting, which is an impressive feat honestly.

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Roll: 11/20. Target: Yojiro.

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[Soleil Altan]

All Sol saw before the explosion was the dud rocket thumping pathetically to the ground in front of him. He stared at it in abject disappointment for a half-second before recoiling away. MOTHER FUCK-

BOOM! He got rocked, flung a bit back, and slammed to the ground. Blood dripped from a mixed variety of lacerations and burns. His eyes blinked open what seemed to Sol a moment later, completely unable to hear through a deafening ringing and aching horribly all over. Gritting his teeth he defiantly pulled himself up, heart hammering in anxiety, fearing he might've gone deaf from the explosion.

The rocket ride had been funny, but a second PIPE failure, while maybe obvious, was just extremely frustrating. In truth the silent acolyte had many hopes riding on winning that prize money. There were things he wanted- needed- to do with it, stuff he took seriously. He didn't want to let down his team by fucking up: Altair who may or may not actually like him but was fighting hard for the team, and the stubbornly smiling girl in a wheelchair who'd just lost a wheel and kept on going anyway. He didn't want to add an inability to hear as something else to weigh him down.

So sunny, easy-going, and playful Soleil got mad. As the PIPE detonation's detritus began to clear and the Sith acolyte rose back up, arcs of electricity flashed within the smoke. He stepped forward, bolts dancing between fingers held up in front of him, concentrating in physical form his anger and frustration. Where he lacked in close combat aside from scrapping or dirty tricks, within the Sith he'd balanced out with a talent in the Force.

Donning a snarling face like thunder and power in the Force gone from smooth tides to roiling sea, Sol limped forward. Wet blood fell in rivulets down his face from a cut across his forehead, but he could see well enough to find someone in a yellow Huttball jersey.

Yojiro. Fuck that guy! Soleil extended his hands forward and launched crackling streams of lightning directly at the man with such intensity that Sol risked singing his own fingers. Adding to Hell on Wheel's Force push, their combo functionally turned Clove's attack into an electrified tandem clothesline. The stream would be short-lived, since he was only an acolyte. But it would hurt.

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Dice Roll: 18/20 targeting Yojiro.

 

[Yojiro Kante]

The recoil of the weapon jarred his shoulder backwards, he could already feel the blood welling beneath the skin. I yellow and black bruise forming where it had jammed twice into the flesh. Yojiro's shot had only grazed the Tiefling however as he made for the ball. There was little else to he could do right now, the man was next to the ball and he needed to try and stop him scoring, so with blood still pouring down his face creating a crimson mask. Yojiro raised the heavy Wookiee Blaster and tried to remove 'Raging Bull' from the round.

Roll: 15/20.

 

[Altair Din]

Altair felt the rage pulsing through Sol, and it was enough to cause the tiefling to glance over. He caught sight of electricity and was surprised to see it from the normally silent and docile dude. There was a newfound level of respect he had for him then, and it inspired him to work even harder for a score. Altair turned forward just in time to feel the grazing heat of the bolt against his arm. The tiefling winced in pain, light smoke rising from the burn that stung. However, it wasn’t enough to stop him, and he kept charging forth.

Altair also didn’t miss the way Clove’s wheelchair took a hit, effectively stalling her where she was. All of that combined angered him, and he was more determined than ever to slam into the goal. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Yojiro beginning to level his bowcaster. However, having shot it himself, Altair knew it wouldn’t impact him before he scored.

Coiling the Force around himself as he heard the crowds cheer his name all around, Altair sprang into the air. He began with a flip that was not unlike one of Sol’s signature moves. While in the air, he rapidly spun to mimic what Clove had done with her wheelchair. The sequence of events was a show of appreciation to his teammates. He flew through the air towards the goal, the cameras rolling by him.

“This one’s for you, Mrs. Autem!!” (@vamp ) He shouted out to the mics around him before he winked at the camera as he was broadcasted across the galaxy. She may not have been watching, but she would know. And that gave him the spine to blurt it out as he sailed in to score for Red Team.

Roll:18/20 to score,-1

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[Huttball League]

And this was it, it was or do or die time for this round. Yojiro has finally gotten the hang of the weapon he was using. Is he a Han Solo? Lets find out. Yojiro with the power of the bowcaster, would then then blow a big hole in the Raging Bull. "Oh my, he's down!" but the Bull passed through the smoke, his raiment having protected him somewhat from being totally knocked out, he would be bleeding profusely sure, but he would press on. "No wait! He's still moving towards the goal!"

Yojiro would have another chance to fire another shot, but no! As he would find himself pumped full of lightning from the Snark Shark. The Hutt commentators were grinning and had their eyes widened at the sight. Then Yojiro was forcefully shoved aside with the power of the Force thanks to Hell on (W)heels, throwing him into a wall. With the past injuries combined with two successful attacks in tandem, Yojiro would be out cold. "What a combination"

Yojiro is KO'ed!

But before Yojiro would have his face-smashed into the wall and utterly wrecked, the medical droid would catch his deadweight body in midair with ease. "Oh look, another friend, almost all the players are my friends now. Only one more to go." and then he would take the Five Syndicates person to the bacta tank.

Right afterwards, Wheels would get hit with a flying headbutt from her apparent arch enemy Ratchet "Those two must hate each other on and off the pitch! It's amazing haha!" Wheels would take a big hit, taking a bunch of damage as his skull collided against the handicap woman's and knocking her over along with her wheel chair. Ratchet is now in a position to do anything he wants to Wheels. Maybe slap her silly, maybe punch her in the face, but before he can do anything, a air horn will then blast the area

The Raging Bull scores! Red Team 2 to Yellow Team 0

"The Raging Bull has done it again. And this time he is still standing! The Raging Bull has done it again! With the help of his team mates, The Bull plowed through the goal!""Red Team 2, Yellow Team zero!" "We are a little more than half way into the game, can the Yellow Team make an epic come back? They have their work cut out for them"

"With the goal scored, we will take a brief intermission and the field will be reset, and the action will begin again once more!"

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[Huttball League]

It was half time, so it was time for an amazing show. Some brand new commericals for Blackwell, Blastech and Czerka were played. There was also a singer that looked oddly like the current Mand'alor. But with that the field has been reset, all competitors are healed to full and should be ready to fight once more. Ratings are amazing after the switch up and the antics, so they will keep the same field layout, but randomized gear of course.


It's time to get back to it. All the players would be at their starting positions, probably glaring and strategizing on.

"Players, once more into the breach! Get ready!!!"

"Round 3 BEGIN!"

Spoiler: Map + Key

1. Pneumatic Fist
2. Thumper
3. Wrist Shuriken Launcher
4. Electro Chain Whip
5. Anti-Vehicle Rifle
6. Lightsaber (Yellow)***
7. R-799 Micro Missile Gun
8. Foesweaper Scatterblaster
9. Flame Projector
10. PLX Rocket Launcher *
11. Bundle of 2x concussion grenade
12. Skimboard **
13. PIPE *
14. Shock Boxing Gloves
15. Bowcaster
16. Wrist Rocket Launcher
17. Shatterbeam Rifle
18. Energy Lance
    
    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
    
    ** Skimboard's speed is halved and can't support or function with the weight of the huttball
    *** This weapon is stuck in stun mode

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[Bir Vuul]

The last thing he remembered, being thrown into the second round of the game. Then, darkness. Smoke. Explosions. And…. horned orbaks? What the hell? And what was this pain in his neck? Who was this oddly unfamiliar voice whispering sweet nothings in his ears? What were these explosions, cheers, boos, and cries of exuberance? Perhaps the mayo plastered across his face was not suitable for any species that didn’t possess the same insatiable and strapping metabolism of a Hutt and it had infiltrated an intoxication into his blood stream through his skin? No, this was utter nonsense. Of course, Bir finally awoke to see the illuminated eyes of the droid hovering above him and all was soon made clear. Snapping upward to a sitting position, he wasted not a single second before wrapping both arms around the neck of the medical unit in a tight and warm embrace.

”Thank you! Thank you, dearest friend! Most capable iron ally! I am in your debt!” he began with exuberance but as goggled eyes fell on to the hovering scoreboard above, all sense of hospitality and delight faded.

2-0​

”Well this isn’t going as planned! Falling apart as fast as a house of cards in a daycare, it is! Most certainly, indeed!” Bir exclaimed, pushing his own metallic hand against the chest of the droid that had tended to his wounds before leaping to his feet and rushing to the platform.

Round Three. His chance for redemption and to save this dumpster fire of a game. He had too. He was defending champion, after all. And should his idol Sauvage be watching somewhere in the galaxy, he didn’t only wish to do him proud. He needed too.

Round three, begin!!

Bir snapped into action, unwilling to make the same mistakes as before. He knew not that Raging Bull was the forthcoming all star. He knew not that Hell on (W)heels was a force to be reckoned with (and a familiar one, at that). All that mattered was getting his hands on that devilish ball and carrying it to the other side of the field. With the aide of the force, Bir would rush down the stairs and leap into the air in the direction of the ball. He paid no heed to incoming attacks. He was zero’d in. Dedicated. Steeled in his resolution.

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Spoiler

Rolled 13/20

 

[Yojiro Kante]

Half time, 2-0 down, this wasn't good. The medical droid pulled his body out of the bacta tank. His charred blue sneakers had been shown the bin, whilst he was floating in the thick goo. Part of him was tempted to see if there were any other promotional shoes he could grab during the interval, but time was short and Yojiro wasn't sure if wearing another pair would ruin his first deal.

Yojiro's eyes scanned the arena for round three, he could see a few interesting items that peaked his fancy. The rocket launcher looked interesting, but a quick glance over to Darius made it clear he was after that one. Second on the list was the Skimboard, he could do some cool and interesting things with that, but it wasn't a weapon. So he needed a weapon as well, in a direct line behind the Skimboard he spotted the Flame Projector. A smile crept across his lips as he prepared.

"Begin."

As the barrier fell down in front of the team Yojiro sprinted for the Skimboard, jumping on board he turned the contraption on and made quickly for the Flame Projector, scooping it up from the floor he performed an elaborate spin before letting rip with the flames on Thunder Boi (@Soleil Altan).

Roll: 8/20

 

[Altair Din]

They were up by two, but that didn’t mean it was over just yet.

There was thunderous applause this time as soon as the Red Team entered the arena once more. As usual, Altair wasn’t going to make his entrance anything short of dramatic.

[music]​

As the beat dropped, he riled up the crowd as he sprang into action and a series of dance moves. With Clove situated in the middle, he ran towards Sol (@Mr. Teatime )and high fived him before rushing right past him as he began a series of flips. It would be the cue for Sol to do the same going in the opposite direction to set off a sequence of moves. Clove was free to do whatever she wanted from the middle.

As soon as Altair was further on the left side of Clove, he sprang into a series of hip hop dance moves. The crowds, especially the ladies, were screaming at this point, and he was pretty sure a few threw articles of clothing into the arena. Altair wasn’t afraid to sway around his hips provocatively to tease the crowd, the tiefling always confident when he was performing.

That was when he followed up with a breakdancing sequence that began with a flip. He easily slid along on his feet, switching on his hands and feet and doing all sorts of tricks. At some point while he was back on his feet he turned towards Clove (@LilyNion)and flashed her a wink before springing down to spin into what almost appeared to be an upside down pirouette. He knew she had done ballet once, and it was a nod to her style. Naturally, his shirt dropped down to revealed his defined torso for a bit before flipped back upright as the round was announced.

With a cheer and the crowds still screaming for them, the Bull charged once more, picking up the bulky anti vehicle rifle. It was too heavy for him to move across the arena, so he was confined to where he picked it up. Altair dropped to a knee, aimed and fired a shot at Krazy Kel. He hoped whatever the weapon lacked in mobility was made up by the power it packed.

Dice: 6/20

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[Clove Vanhoop]

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Was she particularly annoyed by Darius's buffoonish forehead slamming into hers, shattering her right glass and sending her flying to the ground, forcing her to lie on the ground awkwardly until someone decided to drag her back? Why, yes, yes she was.

Was she going to try even harder to disqualify him? Yes.

Unfortunately, Hutt ball's rules were... loose... and players were free to do almost anything they wanted. While her chair was being repaired, the half-Annfyn did a quick study during their short break. She came across one case of live cannibalism that was met with disgust, but, well, she couldn't force Darius to become a cannibal.

Round three, begin!

Pushing the disqualification out of her mind, Clove rolled up to the stage, positioned in the middle between Shark boy and Altair. She couldn't do the incredible flips or the badass breakdance, but she had her arms. And boy did she use her arms. Clove started rolling her shoulders and pressed her palms against her thighs as the music started to pick up. She did this until the beat dropped, at which point she swung her hands away from her thighs and threw them into the air, beginning a sequence that began with thrusting her hands back and forth in the air several times, followed by some 'complex' arm and head movements.

While her arms and upper half of her back were flowing and dancing to the music, she noticed Shark boy—to-be-confirmed-Sith—being the precious gem he always was with the most incredible dance moves, and Altair's wink. His wink was followed by an upside-down pirouette, reminding her of ballet. For a brief moment, the girl came to a halt and simply stared at him, her cheeks burning beneath her goggles. Even though it was the tiniest gesture, she'd be lying if she said it didn't trigger a storm of emotions.

Altair's shirt was pulled down by gravity, revealing his abs. Clove turned her gaze away from Altair with a clear of the throat, the blush that had been caused by a storm of emotions turning into one of shyness.

Avoiding Altair, and the mysterious Sharky boy, Clove instead locked her focus on Darius. She swung her chair from left to right, as if stomping onto the ground, while staring straight into his eyes from a distance. "GO TEAM RED, LET'S DO THIS!" Clove screamed as she finished her last 'stomp' and raced towards the thumper. As she rode past it, she fished it off the ground and tucked it into her arms.

Her gaze never leaving Darius, she slightly tilted the weapon and pulled the trigger, attempting to shoot at him. After her attempt to blow him to bits and hopefully anyone else in range of the explosion, Clove began to race towards the red team's goal, planting herself firmly in front of it as a goal-keeper.

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Roll: 12/20. Target: Darius.

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[Soleil Altan]

Injuries? Healed. Half-time? Young, wild, and free. Score? 2-0. Snacks? Eaten. Water? Drunk. Energy? Hutt Ball Hunk.

On cue with the music, Soleil ran toward Altair and loudly high-fived him, sliding past and throwing himself into a mirrored series of flips in the opposite direction. Ending with a lengthy side flip once he was in place to Clove's right, Snark Shark continued that motion with something between dance and trick kicks, dipping high and low, contrasting and complimenting the other's styles with his own.

To the sound of rising cheers, he came up, sharply popping and swinging his hips from side to side between quick-moving, shuffling footwork. Stomping his feet, he moved back again and lifted his shirt to show off the mark from where he'd taken that slugthrower shot, grinning widely toward the enemy team. He timed his own finish with Altair's final spin and Clove's stomping wheels, catching an appreciated glance of the Tiefling's bared muscle.

In his wide stance, loudly slapped his thighs and chest, and stuck his tongue out with widely bared fangs to adopt an uncharacteristically fierce expression. Soleil followed through with a more traditional dance from back home. He raised his right limbs before slamming them down, slapping a hand loudly against his forearm while slowly sinking to the ground with the same challenging look toward Yellow Team.

Some semi-familiar phrases rang loudly in chanting from the crowd all around them in time with the beat.

"HE'S GOT THAT SAUCE, HANDSOME DEVIL! SMOKE 'EM, CHARGE 'EM, RAGING, BULL!" "LANCING WHEELS WITH SUGAR HEELS! SLEEP 'EM, WRECK 'EM, HELL ON, WHEELS!" "ZAPPY SHARK, DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO! ROCK 'EM, SHOCK 'EM, SNARK, SHARK!"

When the round started Soleil snatched up the lightsaber from where he was and shot forward, sprinting directly toward the ball and focusing his powers. The saber ignited and swung at a bit of pipe on his way, carving off a shard that he launched at Krazy Kel across the field with an explosive, Force-commanding hand gesture.

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Dice Roll: 3/20 Target: Krazy Kel

 

[Darius Belari]

While the Bacta-tank did wonders to heal his injuries and get Darius back out onto the field, there was no denying that the Lokkian was still feeling a bit sore from his injuries the previous round. Still, his hail-Mary headbutt against Clove was undeniably satisfying and none of the ache in his bones was enough to keep the Lokkian off the field.

Darius ran out into the field alongside the rest of his teammate - once again ignoring Bir’s crazy ass pep babble as he moved. into position on the field. The Red Team emerged with their characteristic flashy dance number, and Darius couldn’t help but narrow his eyes on Clove. Of course, his gaze didn’t stay on her for long - as his attention was rapidly dance towards the dancing Tiefling. He watched as Altair began his series of breakdance moves, eyes lingering on the Tiefling’s defined abs for far longer than necessary when the Acolyte’s shirt dropped down.

The horn blared to start off the round, immediately snapping Darius out of his trance and back to reality. Scrambling forward, the Lokkian made a beeline for the rocket launcher and hefted up the projectile weapon. His eyes flicked back to Altair momentarily before he took aim upon Sol, firing the weapon without another moment of hesitation.

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Dice roll: 4/20

 

[The Storyteller]

The round would begin, the third round of blood, broken bones, and hurt feelings. The Hutts are reveling in the ratings that are pouring in. Some of these people are on the track of being big success stories just like Mr. Macho from last season.

Hell of (W)heels didn't waste any time and even though she was in a wheel chair, she moved very fast to get her hands on that grenade launcher. Faster than Ratchet was able to get on the PLX launcher. Maybe Ratchet is getting lingering fatigue despite the period of rest and bacta healing? Before Ratchet could fire a shot, the grenade shot would land right on Ratchet's foot, blowing him up. Ratchet's finger trigger finger inadvertently pressed the trigger, with it facing downward at an angle, bit Ratchet still within blast radius. So Ratchet would be consumed by not one explosion, but two explosions.

Ratchet is KO'ed!

"Double the explosion! Double the fun. Hahahahaha!"The medical droid would catch Ratchet's mangled and bloodied body in midair. Thankfully he is still alive, good competitors are hard to come by nowadays. "You and I are going to be the best of friends" the droid declared. It's a shame that Feannag didn't return to season 2, the medical droid misses him, the droid would carry his body to the bacta tank.

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The Snark Shark would go for an attack while running. The Shark used the force to pull a bit of pipe, but he probably should have looked at those hazard signs and warning labels where the pipes are. Other pipes would along the way would start bursting and then started spewing high pressure gas into Shark's face. It would be scalding and it would be hot he would feel a burning sensation on his face without being burned.

Speaking of burning, Yoshino would come along on the skimboard with a flamethrower. You don't see that every day. Yoshino would spew forth flames on Shark. His raiment would be set on fire and his chest flames would be singed. The rest of the flames would miss as the speed of the skimboard and the elaborate spin didn't make for good accuracy. "Someone's on fire!! Literally! Is the medical droid on stand-by with a fire extinguisher?""Yes it is Trex" the camera would shift to the medical droid with a fire extinquisher. The medical droid won't interfere yet, but it will if Shark passess out.

While Snark Shark would solve his fire problem with stop drop and rolling, this would make him vulnerable to attacks. Either way the snarky one won't come out unscathed, he won't be able to take any more damage after a fail and being hit with flames, even if partially.

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The Raging Bull has his eyes set on the anti-tank rifle. A good weapon, a very powerful one. Sure it's almost impossible to move with just one person. But it's positioning allows it to be a good goal defender.

Krazy Kel would make his run to the Hutt Ball. The crowd and the millions watching will see how their determined rush to the ball works out. The shot would be fired and it would land just in front of them, causing a explosion from the starfighter-grade weapon that would hurt Krazy Kel as he would go through it. "Did it hit?""No wait" as Krazy Kel came out the other end with visible damage, soot, and scorch marks on the rainment. Even if it was a partial hit, it would still hurt a lot. But not enough that it stopped Krazy Kel from obtaining the ball. It's in his possession. "The Yellow team has the ball finally, but the real question is, can they go all way?" That's a good question, as the Bull is standing in Kel's way.

Spoiler: OOC Notice

We are coming close on the 1 month mark! The event will end in 7 days!

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[Bir Vuul]

Scorched skin shared amongst those on the pitch from explosions popping in every corner like firecrackers on a sidewalk. Huttball, it never failed to entertain players and observers alike. Even as he emerged from the other side of the inferno, that cursed ball finally in his grasp after all this time, Bir smiled broadly as he did all he could to ignore the pain.

”We did it! We did it, surely we did!” the Kel Dor cried out in a fit of hysterical laughter. With the ball held in both hands and pushed to the sky for the fans and the gods to bear witness, the mad Champion looked upward and cheered. ”This is for you, Mr. Sauvage! For you, you will see! Bir Vuul does this for you!” he continued to laugh before returning his eyes to the pitch and seeing those who stood between him and his goal.

Both Raging Bull and the wicked witch in the wheelchair proved to be his obstacles until finally he recognized the woman opposite him. The mask obscured her face and until now, he had been too far to get a good look. But he most certainly knew his foe.

”Clove! My dearest friend! Certainly we enjoy your goggles! Most delightful, certainly! Yes! Yes, indeed!” Bir beamed as he called out across the pitch, almost dropping the ball as he forced himself to keep from waving erratically. Well certainly now he needed to approach and say salutations appropriately! Holding the ball ahead of him in both hands and ducking his head in behind to obscure any sort of shot they could deliver to his face, Bir began to sprint in the direction of Raging Bull and Hell on (W)heels. First, he would score the first yellow team point of the evening. Secondly, he would make sure he didn’t knock Clove flat on her ass with such a hasty charge and say hello!

Spoiler

Rolled 9/20 on charge to the goal line

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[Yojiro Kante]

As the flames rained down on the little child, Yojiro let out a small cackle. Letting go of the trigger to see his handiwork he caught glimpse of the Kel Dor, Bur grab the ball. Finally a chance for yellow team to score. But Raging Bull was still close at hand and could easily stop Bir from making a scoring play.

Swinging the Skimboard around Yojiro headed for the horny teenager, spewing out his red hot fire all over him as he passed between the Tiefling and the Kel Dor.

Roll 10/20

 

[Clove Vanhoop]

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Did... did Bir just shout her name? For the entire galaxy to see and hear? The half-Annfyn's cheeks began to burn, her eyes flushed with shame and shyness. Nobody was ever supposed to know who Hell on (w)heels is. But Bir meant so well, and he was as kind as usual. Surely he didn't mean to cause her any trouble. Clove smiled timidly as she lifted her free hand into the air for a second to wave at him before lowering it back to the thumper.

Clove lifted the thumper back into the air, this time aiming for Bir, while staying firmly planted between the opponents and the goal. But shooting Darius was one thing. Shooting Bir, who, despite revealing her true identity to the entire galaxy, was now beaming with happiness? Now that was hard. It was a lot easier when he didn't know who she was. Still. The red team was almost there, on the verge of winning. She needed this, so badly.

So, despite everything, Clove pulled the trigger on the thumper, attempting to shoot Bir with a grenade before he could get close to the goal.

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Roll: 1/20... Target: Bir.

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[Soleil Altan]

In Soleil's defense regarding the pipes, he wasn't focusing on specifically which pipes. It wasn't a solid argument, but still. The hot steam caused him to recoil, but not as much as the burst of flame from Yojiro. Scorched- again- he grit his teeth and flung himself to the ground, rolling to put the flames out.

It wasn't too bad since it was only a passing burst, but it still kept him from running toward the ball and was just a little distracting. Soleil was getting pretty pissed off about exploding and being set on fire, but at least he could check off a bunch of injuries if it ever came to a bullshit dick-waving contest with other acolytes. Another boon, however, was that Krazy Kel seemed to have forgotten his presence.

As he'd been running toward the ball, Bir actually faced the entirety of the Red Team on his way to the goal. Sol just happened to be on the floor. He wasn't for too long, the Force gathered through pain and anger. Snark Shark launched forward toward Krazy Kel to intercept him and try stealing the ball, fangs fully bared and lightsaber snap-hissing to life in his hand.

Still smoking, Soleil bodily flew at the Kel'dor from the side after Altair's shot, trying to grab the ball while also impaling Bir with his lightsaber to force a drop. Snark Shark was both determined to win and generally ticked off.

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Dice roll: 6/20 Target: Bir

 

[Altair Din]

Altair could see Bir rapidly approaching towards the goal. He aimed his ridiculously heavy weapon and fired once more, putting him at very close range. However, out of the corner of his eye he noticed Yojiro approaching quickly with his flamethrower drawn. The tiefling glanced over with a quirked brow as the jets of flame shot his way. He purposely angled himself so the fire would mostly hit his arm and bare skin instead of his clothing.

Regardless of what happened with his attack attempt, Altair would then rise up from the ground and move closer towards the action where Bir was.

Dice: 8/20. Target: Bir.

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