Ask Event Super Hutt Ball

[Huttball League]

The timer is counting down, the audience can see it. There is not much more time. If the Yellow Team wants to at least tie the game - or even win - Every second needs to count, it's not impossible for the Yellow team to pull through and get the win, but every second that passes it's getting more and more unlikely. "Time is almost up, can the Yellow Team make a miracle happen?"

Krazy Kel would continue his dash towards the goal, but on all fronts he is beset by the Red Team. The Raging Bull would fire the anti-vehicle rifle once more, it would hit closer on it's mark, not a full hit but close to one, as it would graze Bir's left ribs, burning his raiment in that area and it would burn a lot. It's a partial hit though, if it was a full hit he would probably be stopped in his track if not KOed, or a pile of ashes.

The Raging Bull would have his own problems though, as Yojiro swooped in on the skim board to deliever a torrent of fire at the horned alien. The flames would land on their target. The flamethrower would surely set the Bull on fire and knocking him out of the round... if Altair wasn't a Tiefing, and therefore immune to fire. Did Yojiro know that? Probably not. The Hutts were laughing and snickering at how that played out. While the flames hit, the Raging Bull doesn't take any damage. Maybe it would tickle him. Maybe. "Ah yes, those Devaronian offshots are not hurt by fire.""That is one hot Tiefing" Dabba giggled on the commentary, as the Tiefing was adjusting his bare arms and other bare skin.

Spoiler: OOC

Sorry @Braden, even though your attack was rolled a success, it just can't work because of the species write-up

The Snark Shark has been having a rough day this whole game but it seems he is determined to not like the Kel get even a point for his team. In his dash, he would not quite be able to steal the ball from Krazy Kel, but he would score a glancing hit with that Lightsaber of his. The Lightsaber in stunmode would land on the right ribs, implementing a stun shock in him. Since it was a partial hit, Kel would begin to feel his muscles in the area being overloaded too. One more attack, partial or not would knock him out of the round. While the Kel would be close to the goal he has two problems: The Raging Bull and Wheels in front of him, and the Snark Shark who is keeping up with him. "Amazing, Krazy Kel might be able to make it""Nah, he won't be able to take much more. Haha"

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Hell on (W)heels is attempting to get in on attacking Krazy Kel, attempting to shoot with the thumber, seemingly oblivious that it's a single shot weapon. But wait! Little does everyone know, it was a thumber that has an illegal modification that lets it hold a second grenade. But it was a jury rigged, poorly modification, and those kinds of things go badly for explosives.

The grenade launcher would explode in her hand and it was a nasty one. the shockwave of it sent Wheels out of her wheel chair being flinged back at the wall harshly behind her, and it would also destroy her wheel chair, it would need to be replaced after the round is over. Wheels would be badly hurt, her raiment would be ruined, but she can still hold on in there, she wouldn't be able to take any more punishment after that though. "Oh my! She went kablooey! Hahahoho!""Probably shouldn't get all these explosives from a company recall next time, they are supposed to make others explode, not themselves! Haha"

Spoiler: OOC

@LilyNion -1 neg modifier to roll next round

Also, a little more than 4 days remain for the event.

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[Bir Vuul]

Pain radiated from each side, from a bypassing anti-tank round that would have spelt absolute doom for the Kel Dor as well as a glancing strike of a lightsaber. By all rights, Bir should have folded then and there. Gave in. Forfeited. Laid the ball down and limped off the pitch to lick his wounds. Alas, he would not do such a thing in the field of battle nor would he here, where the stakes weren’t quite as high as life or death.

Even so, his knees wavered and it took every ounce of strength he could muster to stay on his two feet. His breathing was heavy, his beady black eyes squinting behind his goggles. His peripherals were beginning to fade to black, a sure sign that he was on the last leg of this round. Yet the clock continued to count down ever closer to the final moments of the match and he wasn’t about to simply walk away with the defeat. Clove, battered and bruised and thrown from her wheelchair, still was placed between he and the goal line and could prove to be a hindrance. Even so, it was the other two that would be the more dangerous obstacles. Raging Bull and Snark Shark; they were his real enemy in this moment.

Grunting in pain, Bir crouched down and drew heavily upon the Force, as much as he could possibly muster in his current state. He would launch forth in a horizontal corkscrew trajectory for the red goal line, ball held outward just enough that it could possibly collide with unsuspecting heads of those who stood in his way. It was a desperate hail mary to at least achieve a single goal, but he had to try and hope that his last remaining partner could provide him at least some degree of cover from the others.

Spoiler

5/20 RIP

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[Clove Vanhoop]

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The last thing she remembered before collapsing to the ground was a loud explosion that rang in her ears and ruined her clothing. Her body, or at least the parts she could feel, was almost literally burning. Her pale skin, which was prone to bruising, was no longer as white and pink. And the scent of burned hair? In the midst of the battle, it was enough to bring up memories she'd rather forget.

She wasn't dead, and she wasn't knocked out; she was still in the fight. And those memories? She'd handle them another day.

Her sensitive twitching ears weren't working, for the most part. There was nothing but a high-pitched buzzing and some weird background hums. And to make matters worse, she was also bound to the ground due to her paralyzed lower body. But she was close to the goal, and thus close to the weapons. And her Force, as well as her eyes, were in great condition. She had tools to work with. Bir would have been the most obvious target, but she trusted her team to deal with him. Plus, her previous attack on Bir backfired. Quite literally. Instead, the girl's gaze was drawn to Yojiro and the nearby Pneumatic Fist.

The half-Annfyn focused on the Force, allowing it to swirl through her body as much as it could after being so badly bruised, before releasing it towards the Pneumatic Fist. Her Force grabbed the fist and swung it at Yojiro with a relatively fast speed, trying to hit him in the head and stop him from moving.

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Roll: 16/20 - 1 = 15 Target: Yojiro.

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[Altair Din]

As expected, the flames did a whole lot of nothing. He flashed Yojimbo a grin, followed by a wink as he darted towards the action. That was when he saw the small explosion as Clove’s wheelchair was all but destroyed. Concern flashed on his face as he looked at her, “Are you okay?!” Altair relaxed more when he could see she was still hanging in there and he got his head back in the game. From the looks of it, Sol would have Krazy Kel handled and Clove picked up a new weapon to clobber Yojaru with from her stationary position.

The tiefling sprang into action as a follow up to the combo attack. He lunged forth as he channeled the Force powerfully to himself. Altair stomped down on the edge of Yoshi’s skimboard, the opposing lurching momentum already working to send him forward. The tiefling added to it by lowering his head and slamming his horns towards the man to ram into him like a bull charged with the Force. It would be hard enough to send him bodily sailing through the Red Team goal itself and out of the arena if successful while leaving the skimboard behind.

Dice: 17/20. Target: Yojiro.

@Tulos @The Good Doctor @Mr. Teatime @Braden

 

[Soleil Altan]

Boots skidding on the ground, Soleil shot by Krazy Kel with a glancing blow. With the shine of competition in his eyes he turned and redirected, chasing at full-tint after the huttball Champion. As the Force gathered around the Kel'dor Champion, Soleil skidded then to a stop, deactivating lightsaber tossed aside. Blades and bombs weren't what the Wrean acolyte was best at.

His eyes glanced to Clove, now having joined him in the "exploded from shit Hutt equipment" club, a flash of frustration and concern flicking across his face. But she seemed awake and alive, although the same couldn't be said for her signature wheelchair. With all the getting shot, blown up, and tripped by sandwiches, Soleil firmly decided there was no way they could take even a single loss.

Clove had her weapon against Yojiro and Altair was charging him, so he trusted that Yosuke guy to be well dealt with. Soleil had his own tricks, too.

Arms that still smoked from flame rose, feet firmly planted, eyes widening with furious focus and fangs bared in a wide grin. With the Force whipping around him like summer storms at sea, a tide of will swept forward toward Bir as the Kel'dor crouched, wrapping around the huttball in telekinetic bands. As Bir shot forward with the ball in front of him, Soleil pulled it sharply back toward himself, fully intending to slam it across Krazy Kel's face and steal it away in one motion.

Basically, attacking Krazy Kel with the ball, his momentum slamming him right into it.

His pull would continue afterward in order to launch the ball back toward center pitch as hard as Sol could muster. The Krazy Kel Maneuver, delivered upon the man himself at the last moment to turn his hail Mary charge into an attack and try forcing Yellow Team to start all over again.

Dice Roll: 11/20 Target: Bir

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[Yojiro Kante]

Yojiro watched as the horned teenager burst through the flames with nothing but a scratch. What was with this guy, was he immortal? Then he heard the Hutt's shout over the comm about him being some offshoot who was immune to fire. What's with giving one side a weapon which is immune to part of the other team, a bit bias. Maybe the Red Team paid off the organisers?

Ok, he had to ignore Bull with this thing. So instead he pointed it over at the wheelchair bound girl, maybe this was a little in bad taste, but. "Here you go Hot Wheels!"

Roll: 1/20

 

[Huttball League]

Time is winding down, it's been a great game, lots of good moments, lots of blood shed, lots of broken bones and bodies. But all good things must come to an end, and the Red Team's victory is imminent, as the Yellow Team's chances of victory if they somehow score a goal at this point are zilch.

Yojiro is still on the prowl on the skimboard with his flamethrower, after finding out it has no effect on the horned alien, they decided on a ripe target, a handicap woman (IE: Hell on (W)heels) that just took an explosion and may not be able to defend herself. Dabba would approve. But is not done yet? As she flinged over a Pneumatic fist? It would clobber the Five Syndicates member, dazing him. "Ouch! that has got to hurt!"

This was the perfect opportunity for a follow up move by the Raging Bull. But he would meet his end when the Raging Bull would pull his maneuvers, goring him with Yojiro with his horns, a brutal attack itself, with it shedding blood. And then lastly sending Yojiro off the skimboard, the Raging Bull would be on the skimboard, and Yojiro would be sent flying past the goal and out the open roof.

Yojiro has left the pitch!

"Did you all see that, he went flying!"As Hutt Ball doesn't have any rules, there is no 'out of bounds', Yojiro is still technically in the game, although it's a moot point since Yojiro doesn't have the means to put himself batch on the pitch.

But wait! As Yojiro would be falling into the abyss of the Smuggler Moon's ecumenopolis, a speeder would hit him, running into him, flinging his body to be ragdolling in a whole different direction. "OH BY BOONTA'S TREASURE! With that as my witness, he's been broken in half! HAHAHAAHA. HAHAHAH" Due to the harsh reality of physics, Yojiro would land a bloody mess.

Yojiro is KOed!

This is something, for the first time in a long while a person has been knocked out and the medical droid is unable to retrieve them. The droid is then dumbfounded. The droid would begin it's march to retrieve the fallen combatant miles and miles worth of distance away from the playing field. Hopefully Yojiro won't die before he gets there. "Lets show an instant replay of that" on the screens, the replay of that would be played three times at different angles and in slow motion. Brutal.

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We will now see the fruits of Krazy Kel's dash towards the goal. Even if victory was impossible at this point, there was still the chance to score a goal. So close...

Yet so far, as the Snark Shark would rob him of the opportunity. With the power and manuever behind his use of the Force yanking the heavy metal ball at breakneck power, the ball would slam into Krazy Kel's face harshly instead of the other way around. Is that the power of the dark side when those types get angry or something? With that, the Kel's body would then land on the ground, so close to the goal, back first. It became apparent he is KO'ed as he is motionless, he couldn't take any more damage.

Krazy Kel is KOed!

"Haha, told you.""Well at least he made a good effort.""He did, he still cost me money" Dabba wasn't so pleased with this. Krazy Kel's fallen body would remain on the pitch because the medical droid is gone at the moment. Anyways, with only a few minutes left on the clock, and the Hutt Ball lying in the center of the pitch again. "There is still time for one more goal by the Red Team. Will one of them score a goal, will the Raging Bull score a Hat Trick? Or will they just showboat. Haha"

Spoiler: OOC

@Sreeya @Mr. Teatime @LilyNion

If desired, feel free to have fun with the last posts of the game. Regardless, the game will end, winners will be declared, and potential rewards will be distributed in the next DM post. No rolls are needed at this point.

Great game everyone! Hope you all had fun.

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[Altair Din]

Altair watched with a mixture of fascination and horror as Yojimbo or whatever was tossed around like a ragdoll before getting plowed by a random speeder. Must’ve been a Jedi driving it for it to hit someone with such careless abandon. The tiefling watched Bir go down and he knew what that meant. The entire arena exploded and he could see people standing and throwing confetti, food and whatever they could find. The side that was cheering for Yellow Team was loudly booing. None of it mattered as a wide grin began to spread across Altair’s face.

He could hear the crowds chanting his name. He had scored the last two goals, he was the leading favorite to score. The tiefling looked over at the ball in the middle of the arena. He was on the skimboard and could easily coast over there, hop off and do a dramatic score. Altair could even combine it with a dance. He could hear the crowds shouting for him, the women screaming, the big screen focusing on the Red Team.

However, he turned back towards his team, stepping off the skimboard. Altair walked towards Clove on the ground in her bruised and burned state. But she was still full of life, even though her chair was utterly destroyed. The tiefling smiled at her, “Fuck accessibility issues, am I right?” With that he leaned down to casually pick her up exactly as he had done before, neatly folding the skirt at her sides and propping her up on his back. Altair faced forward and leapt across the arena to a chorus of cheers.

Once he arrived near the ball, he used the Force to float it up for Clove to snatch. Altair leaped again as the crowds began to catch on. The cheers switched from Raging Bull to Hell On Wheels, the entire arena shouting for her to score as Altair rushed towards the opposite goal line. The sudden turn of events sent the entire arena into thunderous applause and cheering louder than it had been before.

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[Clove Vanhoop]

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Any color on her face vanished when the half-Annfyn saw Yujiroba ragdolling across the map, reminding her of holo-video compilations of games with ragdolls acting funny. The random speeder that slammed into him, sending him even further back, only added insult to injury. And Bir? Bir had been slammed by the ball at full force and was lying on the ground. It was a truly terrifying sight.

But then the first colorful confetti landed on top of her lap.

She didn't need her hearing to understand what was going on; they'd won. The red team had won and this was the celebration. They'd done it, the team of teenagers, the underdogs, had triumphed against all odds. But why was she still on the ground if they'd won? Her large brown eyes were drawn to the timer on the scoreboard, which was still ticking away; they had a few minutes left.

That's when Altair appeared, his happy yet kind smile burning into her retina. While she wasn't the best at lip-reading, the strange fish-bowl noises and the shapes of his lips gave her a good idea of what he was saying. Clove's lips curled into the brightest smile, and after a single nod she prepared herself to be lifted onto his back. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, leaning forward for support, just as she had done before.

It took her a moment to realize he was going to make her score the winning goal. In fact, it wasn't until the ball was tossed up with the Force that it clicked. Her trembling hands gripped the ball, squeezing it tightly between her arms and above Altair's head. Despite the fact that her emotions were running high, she managed to look over her shoulder at Shark Boy and gesture with her head to join them at the goal. Even though it was 'her' goal, they all won as a team and all deserved to be at the goal for the final touchdown. Her attention was then drawn back to the goal, which was getting closer and closer.

Clove's Force channeled through her arm muscles once the goal was close enough. She tossed the ball into the goal with possibly all of the energy she had left in her body, the Force allowing the ball to fly at an unnaturally fast speed; a flashy goal for the flashy team of dancers, performers, and Force users.

She only had to take one look at the goal and the ball inside before tears began to flow freely. An overwhelming sense of relief and happiness washed over her body, annihilating any other thoughts, guilt, or horror. Her arms found Altair's shoulders once again, which she embraced tightly, her head burrowing into his neck. "Thank you, thank you so much," she said softly, trying to appear somewhat tough, but her cracking voice and happy giggle-sobs gave her away. If Shark Boy happened to come into her line of sight, she'd mouth a heartfelt 'thank you' to him as well.

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[Soleil Altan]

Focused eyes tracked the ball as Sol launched it across the arena, a heavy exhale leaving him as his head snapped around to the others. Between Clove and Altair, Yajirobe was punched, gored, and yeeted with such ferocity he left the arena entirely. Staring slack-jawed, Sol winced as the man bounced bodily off a random speeder, whole body cringing.

Then he looked around again and noticed; Yellow Team was down, while Red Team hadn't lost a man. There went Altair, rushing to Clove to pick her up on his shoulders to the sound of a cheering crowd. Confetti rained down on them all, they'd won, and what Sol noticed most was how the other two were smiling. He looked down at himself, burnt, bruised, and battered.

Soleil looked up, saw Clove's little gesture, Altair leaping for the goalposts, and grinned. He ran to the skimboard, hopping aboard like he did his own and angling toward the arena's edge. The silent acolyte flew, twisting himself into a sharp corkscrew and snatching the PIPE from the ground while he was upside down, then slowed as he reached Red Team's goalpost.

Bolting forward, he maxed out his speed to follow his team above and behind, wind whipping through his curly hair and a grin of unbridled joy lighting up his face. Soleil fired the PIPE and, as they say, third time's the charm. It flew ahead of him and detonated on the ground mid-arena, the yellow-side goal camera showing a dramatic explosion behind the charging Clove and Altair across the arena screens.

Dragging his board upward, Soleil rode the explosion like an ocean wave, launching upward across the arena. Fire trailed behind him as he flew, carried by his passing as he twisted into a series of spinning mid-air flips, fire stolen from the explosion like a blazing torch in his hands. He had no voice to cheer on his team, but he could do something else. Soleil raised his torch and commanded it like an orchestra conductor with utmost concentration.

As Altair leaped toward the goal and Clove gathered strength in her arms, Force-fed flames erupted safely behind them both in the shape of bright-burning angel's wings, lighting them up on every screen. The cheers for them hit a deafening crescendo as they scored, doing what Soleil couldn't do himself. Something to honor his new friends.

The scorched skimboard slid to a stop by the rest of Red Team, Sol's face looking like he was halfway between crying and laughing, eyes hinting at tears that he'd probably insist were from the wind. Soleil went to briefly hug them both, weary but wholehearted. They probably didn't know exactly how or why this win and what it brought meant so much to him, but he hoped he got his joyful thanks and encouragement across all the same.

Best team ever.

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[Huttball League]

Red Team scores! Red Team 3 - Yellow Team 0!

What a display, even the people who didn't like the Red Team thought that was a sweet gesture, maybe. To varying degrees maybe.

"What a game!""What a game indeed!""The feels...""Dabba are you crying""No, shut up!"

As soon as the air horn signaled that the round was over and goal was scored, there would be a bigger horn that would sound a few minutes later after the Red Team did everything they wanted to do.

With that, a holoprojection of all three Hutt commentators would be super imposed over the arena. "Everyone, that's it, it was a great game, but it's over. The Red Team wins with a score of 3 against the Yellow Team's zero! CONGRADULATIONS!" The crowds would give a great reaction as it was called out.

Then close towards the yellow team goal where the others had a assemble, a platform with some droids, some enforcers and some trophies would arrive.

"Red Team. Snark Shark (@Mr. Teatime), Wheels (@LilyNion), and Raging Bull (@Sreeya). We present you three with the Golden Ball Winners Trophy! And the prize money of twelve-thousand and five-hundred Hutt peggats!" It's a great amount of money, as Hutt peggats are worth more than mere credits, they can even be exchanged if they desired. There would then be a pause to allow them to celebrate with their respective trophies and maybe get some pictures.

"And last and not least, Raging Bull (@Sreeya)! We present to you the Platinum Hutt Ball Trophy for Most Valuable Player! It was you who lead your team to victory, and getting the huge lead over the other team. Also, sending Yojiro flying! Hahahaha. That was awesome!""I must say however, Wheels, I am impressed with you too. You knocked out many of the other players, dealt lots of damage, and never fell yourself. Very impressive, especially for someone who needs a wheel chair. Haha!""We can't wait to see the both of you in the next season. Hahahoho"

With that, the holograms of the Hutts would look over towards the audience and the cameras. "Well everyone that is it. Thanks for tuning in and watching, we will see you all next season!"

With that, the Red Team are able to keep celebrating if that's what they wish. Ratchet would be released from the bacta tanks, his wounds healed although still aching. An enforcer would dump a bunch of bacta on the fallen Bir, which would let him stir up. Yoshino's broken body was retrieved by an enforcer on a speeder, and it would be dumped on the pitch, with the medical droid hugging him and applyign bacta patches all over his body.

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