Ask Event Ultra Super Huttball

[Huttball League]

It's the return of the long awaited Huttball Randoms games, one of the most watched programs on the holoscreens, even in places where it's illegal. On Nar Shaddaa, in an arena on the upper levels the lucky (or unlucky) participants will play Hutt Ball. Why are all these people participating in such a brutal bloodsport? For money of course, or the trophies, or glory! Unlike the last season, this arena is in an interior, with spectators who come from all over the galaxy will be observing above from on high.

Camera drones will swarm above, there will be plenty of live footage being streamed as the event is about unfold at every possible angle.

As the players gather, the camera feeds goes to our commentators, who have been calling the games since Season 1. It's Dex, Dabba, and Trex.

"Welcome everyone, it's Season 3 of our glorious game of Huttball!""It's great to have you all back!""We are just so excited to get the next season underway.""Before we begin, for the benefit of first-time viewers of our grand game we will explain how this game works.""The Huttball lies in the center of the playing field, and the object is to take the ball to the opposing team's goal area.""And there will be weapons! Live weapons! Lots of them! There will be blood! There will be carnage! There will be pain, hurt feelings, brutality, and agony! This is Huttball! Hoh hoh hoho!" The crowd would cheer, it's obvious they are almost salivating to see the bloodshed to come. "If you have kids around, I suggest that you make sure they watch this."

And now, the contestants. "Introducing the players! First the Yellow Team, prepare yourself to get bodied by Jurgen 'The Bodyhammer' Krusk! (@Olwin)!" The Mandalorian are known through the galaxy to be great soldiers and bounty hunters. Dabba would then push a switch on the keypad at the commentary booth, so nothing would be heard inside the arena "Next, a Jedi Councilor that was captured by one of our esteemed kin and will fight for their freedom" Dabba would push it again, so the commentary could be heard in the arena again "Hera "The Joyful" Albion! (@Black Noise) "Lastly but certainly not least; prepare yourself for the return of the previous MVP and winner from Season 2, the Raging Buuuulllll! (@Sreeya)" Dabba went all ham announcing his name. A brief pause. Hera, a Jedi Councilor being a slave fighting for freedom wasn't really true, but it sounded cool to the audience.

"Now for the Red Team. We have the beautiful yet dangerous EL-DE!" (@GABA) On to the next one. "Next, in our playing field we have one of the mysterious and rare Sith Purebloods, Ruby Rae!" (@Xorism) Sith and Jedi are no strangers to Huttball, there have been many force users in the circuit. Although a Sith Pureblood, the species hardly comes through. Plus of course the Hutt commentators, Dabba especially love playing things up for the spectators and viewers. "Lastly, he's fun to be around, he stuns, he will most likely be going for a gun, it's the Funner Stunner Gunner! Haha" (@Scoobert)

The players would not be at their respective goals, yellow team at the yellow line, red team at the red line. An ray-shield keeps them in place until the game starts, although they can see through the blue tint, they could see the playing field in full.

It's almost time now. "It's happening!""Everyone!""Get ready..." at this moment, for anyone who has watched the past Huttball games, they will know what the next three words will be.

Spoiler: Teams & Players

Yellow Team

• Raging Bull (@Altair Din) (@Sreeya)
• Jurgen "Bodyhammer" Krusk (@Jurgen Krusk) (@Olwin)
• Hera "The Joyful" Albion! (@Hera "The Joyful" Albion) (@Black Noise)

Red Team

• EL-DE (@Mariel Deery) (@GABA)
• Ruby Rae (@Cyutadakyr) (@Xorism)
• The Funner Stunner Gunner (@Gunner Alesto) (@Scoobert)

Spoiler: Map

Red Line = Red Starting Area + Goal
Yellow Line =Yellow Starting Area + Goal
Gold Sphere = The Huttball

Spoiler: Key OOC infomation

Observation Thread Link

Please have intro posts done by 7pm EST (6pm CST). The fun will begin after that.

Rules. Read here again.

Good Luck have fun!

 

[Jurgen Krusk]

Jurgen stood behind the scenes, taking a moment to breath. He was released just days before he applied to Hutball, and now here he was. His armor was already applied to his form, the undersuit a bit tight. He certainly did bulk up in prison, hopefully his coat would still fit. He stared down at the helmet in his hands, the rough design carrying over from the rest of his armor. It was meant to invoke the spirit of gladiatory matches of old, where they would dress up in elaborate armors and costumes to go and slaughter eachother. He nodded to the helmet, in agreement for it to see much blood shed, and he slowly slid it on. Jurgen then adjusted his wrist weapons, a wrist blaster on his right gauntlet and a concealed buzzsaw on his left. He then heard his name called and his imposing frame slowly turned and began to walk out the enterance tunnel.

His enterence would be noteable. He would full on sprint out and, right before he left into the arena be clicked on his rocket boots and burst out. In air he did a quick aileron roll followed closely by a flip. Nearing the end of his flip the boots cut off by Jurgen's command and he landed on the ground, his right foot and left knee hitting the ground before his right arm punched the ground in a three point landing pose. He heard the roar of the crowd audibly grow as he stood upright and spread his arms, turning to the crowd and basking in their attention.

After a moment of giving the crowd a show, he moved right to the rayshield and gently hit the side of his fist against it as a sign of respect foe the other team. He glared through his helmet at them, taking each one in before turning back to his team and returning to them. He reached a fist out for his teammates to give a fist bump back to, nodding to each of them as a sign of acknowledgement and respect before he spoke his first words to them.

"Do we have a game plan?" His voice was softly mechanical was it was emanated from his rebreather, but the simple to understand language was clear as day to the group.

 

[Hera "The Joyful" Albion]

Hera strode out at the mention of her name, arms raised and face grinning like a madwoman. The crowd roared as she entered, and Hera lept into the air with the Force. Facing the camera, she shouted, "Hi Paddies! Cheer me on!" And laughed as she came down gently. Her armor, the same damn green set she always wore, with the armor weave underlay, was the only thing she wore. Her cloak and lightsabers were hidden away, not in the arena in any way.

She was excited! Not just for the competition before her and the fame that winning might provide, but also to meet and compete with her teammates. A mercenary she could hire after this mission, and the Raging fucking Bull! The previous winner of the last Huttball game, and current Warmaster of the Empire, was on her side! Something about having such a powerful sworn enemy fighting alongside her excited Hera in a manner that almost frightened her.

Making a mental note to talk to her teammates after the competition, she took her position on the field and responded to the Bodyhammer mercenary in a whisper, "You seem tough! Stay on defense, I think you'll work best there." And at that, she would laugh heartily. Then, she crouched down and gathered the Force into herself. Hera was preparing to move at speeds only she could match.

 

[Mariel Deery]

If anyone would have asked Mariel straight up if she liked Huttball, she would have denied it, often telling others it was the brutality and savagery of it all, but deep down, Mariel loved it. Growing up, she often stopped to watch it on the holos, her father also enjoyed it, and she would sit in silence pretending she didn't like it, but in fact, internally cheered for her teams to win. So she thought it would be a great joke to enter her name as a candidate, hoping to laugh it off later because what were the odds of her being picked and invited to come out here to participate?

Well, Mariel wasn't laughing and after a mild panic attack, she thought this would be really cool, what was the worse that could happen?

Psyching herself up, Mariel decided this was a chance of a lifetime, even if she completely embarrassed herself on intergalactic broadcasting, but at least she would look good doing it. She absolutely hoped her absence wouldn't be questioned, having used an alias as her identifier because that would be awkward. The padawan was slightly intimidated by her teammates, more so the way they towered over her; but she felt confident in her ability to do this, it was as much about skill, as it was about show and luck. When her name was called she stepped into the starting area, blowing kisses to all her new fans before brushing her hair over her shoulders, opting to dye the tips red for her team.

Though when she heard Master Hera's name called, the girl chuckled to herself nervously, internally wishing the Jedi Master wouldn't recognize her while out there. Though, if her team won, she'd be able to brag about it around to the other padawans. Cracking her knuckles, she glanced to her two towering partners, trying to think of something cheeky to say but nothing came to her, and instead quietly spoke, "Alright, what are we doin' again?"

 

[Nevizkas]

Cyutadakyr didn't easily trust nor was she exceedingly excited about working with strangers she hadn't been able to vet already. The task that lay before them was a true challenge, one that would prove exceedingly exciting to meet, and with some luck, their team would overcome the other.

She had watched a little of the sport and had a general idea of what was about to befall them but that wouldn't bestill the nerves on its own. Glancing around the packed arena was a sight unto itself before she pulled herself back into the game. There was no doubt that the other team would play dirty and she had every intention of doing the same herself.

When EL-DE posted her question, Cyu didn't even look her way as she answered with a healthy dose of hostility. "Ball, their goal over there. Don't fuck it up or I'll fuck you up."

Of course, if she screwed up, she'd eat crow something fierce.

 

[Altair Din]

The crowds roared as a familiar tiefling stepped out onto the stage. There was thunderous applause, along with the audience shouting and cheering his name. He walked out with his arms raised in the air, tail swishing from side to side. He didn’t hide his face behind any mask. They knew who he was. He was the one that made Sith parade their asses out of his backyard. He was the one that put the Empire back on top. He was the one that was a King.

But more importantly, he was Raging fucking Bull, previous Huttball winner and MVP.

Altair strode out onto the platform like he owned the place and the audience reacted the same. Women screamed, some already flashing him like they did last time he was on stage. He was not a lowly acolyte this time, but he could appreciate how every game was different. He may have the love of the crowd, but he wasn’t afraid to lose or get his hands dirty.

“WASSAAAAAAP NAR SHADAAAA!” He called out, his voice echoing from the floating drones and mics that were going around the players. Like last time, Altair followed up his greeting with a quick dance move that ended with him moonwalking over to stand between his teammates.

Regardless of what preconceived notions a Jedi Councilor may have had of him- the man that led the attack on Yavin, the man that killed a fellow Jedi Councilor and so many other Jedi before- the tiefling stood tall and broad next to her. His frame was perfectly chiseled, his toned body similar in appearance to Emryc Thorne.

He said nothing to them about plans, simply giving the Jedi a wink and a grin before he popped his helmet on. His two gears were 1) filtration through the helmet and 2) armorweave.

@Black Noise @Olwin @The Good Doctor

 

[Gunner Alesto]

Yesterday Gunner signed up for the team, half expectantly to not make it. Just doing it for the fun of it, but today here he was. In front of tons of screaming fans of the Huttball game and with a couple odd pairings for his team. A pureblood and a jedi? Gunner just hoped he wouldn't need to be the team dad if they got out of hand.

As he stepped when they began introducing his name, he felt the chills run down his spine. The Funner Stunner Gunner was in the building. This was who he would be until the end of the game. Now he had to get into game mode. Looking out to the crowd with his cheesy smile, he waved and called out "LEZZZZDUIIIIIIT!"

Gunner's armor function would be that of 1) a filter, 2) repulsor, and 3) armorweave. He was given a limit of how much he could use, and damn near tried to steal a fourth piece but refrained as the security in the area was too significant. He took a look around the area, and it seemed this battle would be space wizard dominant. Only two competitors couldn't move things with their mind. Looking back, it was a common theme for this event it seemed.

"Alright team, we need someone aiming to hit the goal." Gunner began speaking to a level only his team would be able to hear. This was the game plan he thought of that might work if put to perfection. "We send someone to their side sneakily, while the other two get the ball and throw it to them. After that it goal scorin time. Only thing is, if that's also their tactic we'd need a good defense." Gunner tapped the chin part of the half helmet, "Any thoughts?"

@The Good Doctor @Xorism @GABA

 

[Huttball League]

There was lots of cheers and the anticipation was building after the participants were introduced. "Get Set..." It is at this time, the ray shields would start fading. Next, risers would lift weapons and/or other gear onto the pitch, if the players already made a plan then they will have to surely adjust.

And now they are gone. "GO" the Hutt commentators all said in unison. With just this one word, carnage and havoc will follow, the shield preventing the players from leaving their starting areas is now gone, now there is nothing stopping the players from having at it with each other. Meanwhile, the Hutt commentators will eat their buttered popcorn with glee.

Spoiler: Map + Key

• Red Line = Red Starting Area + Goal
• Yellow Line =Yellow Starting Area + Goal
• Gold Sphere = The Huttball

1. Pneumatic Fist***
2. Thumper
3. Energy Lance
4. PIPE *
5. Foesweaper Scatterblaster
6. Adumari Blastsword
7. Bundle of 3x concussion grenade
8. R-8 Dueling Blaster
9. Gungan Energy Shield
10. "Quickdraw" Pistol
11. Electroripper Staff
12. SG-82 Sonic Rifle
13. Flame Projector
14. SP-C10 Blaster Carbine

* For this one event, these weapons have their PVP restriction lifted. Reminder that this event is death and main disabled
*** For this one event, force-user characters can use these functions.

@Sreeya @GABA @Olwin @Xorism @Black Noise @Scoobert

 

[Hera "The Joyful" Albion]

Hera couldn't believe herself. Altair Din, the man who personally murdered so many Jedi, led the attack on Yavin, and now had the audacity to wink at her, was standing beside her now. And what was her reaction? Was she filled with rage, did she throw the game away to exact her righteous vengeance? No, instead she grinned and laughed. Hera bloody laughed loud and heartily.

"Get Set..."

Enemies or not, on the field of Huttball, they were teammates, and Hera would play to win.

"GO"

At that, the power gathered in Hera exploded into a powerful dash. She went for the R-8 Dueling Blaster, snatching it up and running up the platform ramp immediately in front of her. Upon reaching the top, she would step to the side and start shooting at The Sith Pureblood. Unfortunately for Mariel, Hera did not recognize the Padawan at first. But that didn’t influence her inherent bias shown in shooting at the Sith first.

All the while, she fought with that maddened and crazed grin spread across her face. She felt an excitement she couldn't quite understand driving her body and actions forward. Hera was definitively playing to win.

Spoiler

Roll 18/20 to shoot

@Xorism @Sreeya @Olwin

 

[Altair Din]

It was go time and Altair didn’t hesitate. The tiefling sprang to action, rushing forth to snag the energy shield. He was a CQC beast and he fully intended on pummeling anyone that got in his way. The crowds were roaring as Hera sprang to action to shoot someone from the opposite team.

Altair focused on the ball, rushing towards the middle of the arena to nab it. His shield was protectively up in front of him to guard against any incoming attacks.

Roll: 18/20 to go for the huttball

@Olwin @Black Noise @The Good Doctor

 

[Jurgen Krusk]

There he was. Instead of the other team-mate that was on the list he got the Raging Bull himself. The former MVP of Huttball 2, the leader of the Empire itself, the butcher of potentially hundreds of thousands. And he just managed to step his demonic frame over to Jurgen's team. This was no longer a fair fight, now he knew it would be a steam roll. The crowds would love it, the viewers would cheer at their holovid screens, and the ratings would skyrocket. Which meant more fame for Jurgen by extension. All he had to do was preform. Performing well here would lead to a great name for himself. So preform he did.

Once the tone was sounded Jurgen became like a bat out of hell. His frame quickly curled into itself and leaned over to his left, pulling itself into a controlled roll before it stopped near the object of interest: the Quickdraw. His left hand clutched it as the right raised its gauntlet emplaced blaster. He knew he would have to be quick, so he crouched low and jumped forward.

His jet boots clicked on as he rocketed forward towards the ball, his blasters aimed towards the opposing Jedi known as EL-DE. The bolts flicked red out of their muzzles, the slight differences in the thwumps that reverbed from the shots being heard through the crowd. His boots clicked on the ground beside Altair as he moved forward. He was somewhat flanking the demon prince, behind him and off. to his right

"I have your six. Go after the ball and I'll break anyone else who wants it." It was unusual for Jurgen to actually accept team mates, but to help them out... this was a first. It didn't sit well, but to further his name he needed this. He just got busted, and being on the winning team of Huttball with none other than the Raging Bull would show he was tough again. So he was waiting till the moment struck where he can show off.

Spoiler: Roll

1d20 to shoot = 5

@Sreeya @Black Noise @GABA @The Good Doctor

 

[Mariel Deery]

It took EL-DE a moment to process who was on the opposing team however, it wasn't that Master Hera's name that drew her awe, it was the fact that the returning MVP, Raging Bull, was playing.

I will die if I don't get his autograph...

The teen sighed, never minding Ruby's unfriendly explanation as she took it for absolute winging it.

As soon as Go was announced, the small jedi took off, darting immediately for the Thumper, grasping it and realizing how heavy it felt compared to how it looked. Regardless what she thought of the weapon, the other team was already heading for the ball. There was one, a rather jet boot Bodyaxe was directed to her, firing his dueling pistol and wrist blaster in his attempt to keep her distracted and away from Raging Bull. This forced EL-DE to back off from the huttball, her steps retracing themselves quickly as the shots reverberated through the field as she hurried to position the stock from her weapon.

When the firing ceased, the teen raised the weapon, aiming for the center of the field where the huttball was placed, and pulled the trigger to launch the grenade. It was then a single thought went through her head:

Huh...I wonder what type of kickback this has...

@Xorism @Scoobert @Sreeya @Olwin @Black Noise
@The Good Doctor

Roll: 2/20 to fire the weapon :(

 

[Nevizkas]

Cyutadakyr likewise raced for a weapon, deciding to favor the electroripper staff from the middle as it would be pretty helpful to smash in the face of a Jedi, or so the thought went. It didn't escape her notice that each of the opponents had split up with Hera focusing on her directly.

It was curious then that Hera decided to open fire when she did, as the pistol was a one-shot dueling pistol with limited range, far beyond what she seemed to be attempting to do. If the shot was in any way close to hitting, Cyu would attempt to dodge it with a forward combat roll.

In the time it took her to figure out the weapon was now a glorified club, the pureblood would utilize the force to speed up her movement in order to close the distance while powering up the staff. A simple forward thrust aimed at the Jedi's torso would aim to damage her armor while keeping a safer distance and allow more time to react defensively, if Hera tried any funny business.

@The Good Doctor @Black Noise

Roll: 5/20 to attack

 

[Bir Vuul]

As the platform shield fell and the other members of the red team began to spill out onto the field, bloodlust driven and craving glory, one particular member would soon feel a smooth steel hook wrap itself around his waist. With a powerful pull, Stunner Gunner (@Scoobert ) would be drawn back into the shadows, an oddly familiar snicker to Huttball fans echoing from within the black. Sounds of rummaging and struggling, a loud *bonk* and suddenly…

”Krazy Kel has come to play!” the mad Kel Dor exclaimed with arms spread wide, pumping his hands up to the euphoric shouts of the crowd. Sure, he didn’t have the greatest track record in the sport but it was in his blood now and no one could deny he wasn’t entertaining on the field. As soon as he had been glanced over for the third annual Championship, he knew he couldn’t let this sit idly. Fortunately, Gunner was safe. Just unconscious, tied and gagged in a locker in the change rooms. But not until after Bir made a crude crayon drawing of his face with a piece of string pierced through each end and eyeholes punched through, creating a makeshift facemask of the former participant. Surely a foolproof disguise!

There was a toy on the field that Bir had always held a fascination for and today he’d utilize it for the first time. A child like giggle came from behind the cardboard Gunner mask as he darted towards the pneumatic fist, slipping his dominant hand in the mechanism before sliding to a stop. Raging Bull (@Sreeya )was on his way to the Huttball and had the companion named Bodyhammer (@Olwin ) at his side. With a maniacal grin and doubly sinister laugh, Bir rushed back to the stairs and up, his speed accentuated by the Force before he leapt into the air, pneumatic fist drawn back. ”Hammer the Hammer! HAMMER THE HAMMER! Hehehehe!!” Bir hollered as he soared through the air, hoping to drop his fist in Bodyhammer’s skull and end up on Raging Bull’s flank.

Spoiler

7/20 :D

@The Good Doctor​

 

[Huttball League]

And the game has started, the Hutt commentators were eating their popcorn with their grubby, slimey little hands quickly, indulging themselves in the food the same as they along with millions and millions around the galaxy will indulge themselves in the violence. It will be glorious.

They saw Funner Stun Gunner get mugged and thrown away in the shadows, and then Krazy Kel emerged? The Hutt Commentators looked at each other and then the said. Krazy Kel really wanted to play they guess. "I'll allow it.""Yes""Indeed"

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As the Hutts scanned across the playing field, the players wasted no time moving about, some faster than others, the Hutt commentators.

In the air, when the Bodyhammer (@Olwin) used the legendary weapon from pages past, the Quickdraw, he would find he is unprepared for the high recoil thanks to the weapons dual shot feature. This isn't just any other blaster pistol. The recoil would snap his arm almost like a trig while mid-air. Not only that, he would lose control of himself while mid air. Instead of landing gracefully as he was going to, he would land chest and head first into the ground. He would be eating dirt if not for the fact there is no dirt on the pitch. "Oh wow, what a rough landing.""Is this their first time using Jet Boots?" To add a little bit of salt to injury, all the shots they fired at EL-DE missed. "Looks like the Bodyhammer, Bodyhammered to the ground. Hoh hoh ha" the Hutt laughed at his own joke.

As for EL-DE (@GABA), she would pick up the Thumper normal, and all would be well. But the moment she pressed the trigger to fire, it would explode in her hands, doing quite a bit of damage and throwing her backwards as she would feel agony and pain. It wasn't the worst explosion ever, so she will still be able to play this game round and stir to her feet, but targets she intended to make explode are safe. "Ka-boom! That was a big Ka-boom!""Always love an explosion in the morning. Hahaha""Dabba, did you get more explosives from a recall again?" "Maybe"

But as for the Bodyhammer, that's not the end of his problems, now he has one Krazy person going after him. Due to the unexpected rough landing the Jurgen had, Krazy Kel's attack wouldn't line up as perfectly as he planned, although it would find some purchase, the Kel'dors powered fist would land a glancing blow Jurgen's right side ribs knocking the wind out of him by the mechanized melee and still inflicting no small amount of pain. The Hutt commentators are laughing right now as things are already coming to big blows. Having suffered a lot of damage now from himself and the glancing blow from Krazy Kel, any more damage and Jurgen will be sleeping with the medical droid in a bacta tank.

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Now to Ruby Rae (@Xorism) and the "Joyful" (@Black Noise) . The Jedi Councilor used their force speed to close the distance very fast, almost fast for the Hutt's fat eyes to follow? They would look at themselves bewithered? Hera fired a shot with her dueling pistol, a powerful weapon but one with only one shot. Dueling pistols aren't common in this day and age so if Hera kepting pulling the trigger, nothing else would come out of it.

But on the business end of the pistol. the Sith Pureblood Ruby Rae would roll as attempted, but the heavy blaster shot would find purchase... right in the back of her head. "Oh my, what a brutal hit!" Luckily for her, the raiment helmet for the event protected her from a grievous blow. It would still hit her head like a truck, completely ruin her helmet, and she would feel bleed-through damage. It would completely mess up her combat roll, she would land imperfectly, landing on head first. Ruby Rae's attack with the Electrostaff was also negated to say the least.

But the Sith's bad luck doesn't end there, as close to her downed body, she would notice something beeping, and beeping. And she would notice it's a mine. :Beep: Pause :Beep: then it would explode.

Ruby Rae is KOed!

Spoiler: OOC Note

Sorry, but 1 fail and 1 successful roll against her puts her out

"Oh yeah, I forgot to mention this, but for this game, there are now Traps! Beware everyone! Hahahaha"

With that, the medical droid would then emerge from an emergency door, and retrieve the Pureblood's body to put into the bacta tanks, adding her to his friend collection. She's out for this game round, but she will be back in action once goal is scored

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Speaking of goal, with EL-DE's Thumper attack thwarted and no one else attacking him, and having as good graces and movement as ever, the Raging Bull (@Sreeya) would be able to get his hands on the ball with no issue. The previous season winner showed good tactics by picking up the shield on his way to the ball just in case. Of course, if he wants to run the ball home, he will have to use both hands.

The Raging Bull has got the Ball!

"The Returning MVP from last season in good form as ever. Hasn't missed a beat. Can he make it all the way this time?" he would ask the viewers. Although the Raging Bull has the ball in his possession, this is still anyone's round. Anything can happen.

Lets find out what happens next.

Spoiler: OOC Note

Weekend Extension in effect. Posting round ends Monday 7:00 PM EST (6:00PM CST)

 

[Altair Din]

Altair wasn’t focused on anything but getting the ball to the goal. The crowds went wild when he snagged it, and he was determined to toss it through the other side. He heard all sorts of explosions around him, and the Sith from the opposite team was down for the count. Bodyhammer was trucked by Krazy Kel and there was chaos all around.

Knowing he needed both hands to take the ball, he tossed his energy shield over to Hera. With that, he picked up the pace, leaping past the main platforms and into the air in an attempt to yeet himself and the ball over the goal. He was conscious of stepping on any traps, now that he knew they were a thing.

@Black Noise @Olwin @The Good Doctor @Tulos @GABA @Xorism

Roll: 13/20

 

[Hera "The Joyful" Albion]

Hera did not relish in her success as the crowd went wild at her shot and the subsequent explosion. Dropping the gun, Hera reached out with the Force to pull the blastsword to her hand and catch the shield tossed in her direction by Altiar. Weapon and shield in hand, she rushed after EL-DE. Keeping the shield up to block any lasers that might come her way, Hera made as much a bee-line toward EL-DE as she could while keeping in mind the new traps placed around the arena.

She swung the sword forward as she came within range of the younger woman, aiming to smash the tip of the blade into EL-DE's midsection and, upon making contact, pull the trigger on the sword. She didn't need to put much pressure or effort into the attack, just as long as the tip made contact. Hera relied on her teammates to carry the ball and take care of the other opponent in the arena. It was all she could do to just put her faith in them as she focused on her new target.

@GABA @The Good Doctor
Roll 9/20

 

[Bir Vuul]

As the fist of Krazy Kel slammed into the pitch (and his targets’s ribs), the mad Kel Dor wanted to stay and finish the job. He wanted to stand there and continuing pummeling the opponent as he laid on the ground, his face no doubt in a puddle of his own blood and drool. But this was Huttball! There was no time for such things! Only time for more mayhem and calamity! Pain was a dish best served to everyone at the party, after all!

Bir would attempt to quickly get back into position and launch himself at the former MVP ( @Sreeya ). They had a bit of a private score to settle and since the Hutt’s had yet to distribute their lunch to the participants, he’d have to make due with the new toy on his hand. If he succeeded, the fist would find the middle of Raging Bull’s back in the hopes of stopping him in his tracks, shattering his spine in such a way that would delight both the Hutt overlords as well as the viewers acros the galaxy.

Spoiler

17/20 for attacking Raging Bull!

@The Good Doctor​

 

[Mariel Deery]

It wasn't just the kickback to the weapon that got EL-DE, the entire weapon seemed to just malfunction and exploded in place. A technical difficulty that blew EL-DE off her feet. The pain was so great she couldn't bring out a breath and she shut her eyes tightly, her heart raced as she knew she needed to get up. She was uncertain what was happening, the ringing drowned out any noises, cheering, or possible explosions happening on the battle field. The girl pulled on the Force, giving herself enough strength to push herself to her feet, but her world spun, head throbbed and her body still protested.

Blood dripped down her arms and she could feel it vein down her face and neck as she looked around, trying to piece together what was happening now. Though as she did, she saw Master Hera was coming right for her a sword-like weapon at hand; the blonde took a sloppy step backwards, pulling her left arm in and left leg up, and tucking in her head in an attempt to cushion any blows to her center.

roll= 4/20

@Sreeya @Black Noise @Olwin @Xorism @Tulos @The Good Doctor

 

[Jurgen Krusk]

He went from flying to the ground in the blink of an eye, the piece of slag gun disabling his arm. He then got a good punch to the ribs, his rebreather already smelling of his own blood. If he was a lesser species that may very well have gone through. But Jurgen luckily was one to have an exoskeleton and an endosmeleton. His shattered arm still moved, rather painfully, as the Bodyhammer rose.

His other hand quickly grasped the now fallen gun. As he rushed forward, his boots an inch or so off the ground as he jetted on. He made a curve, at first going goalward before going on an intercept path with both the Raging Bull (@Sreeya ) and the Krazy Kel (@Tulos ). He kept his momentum going. We went full tilt towards the Kel Dor who shattered his arm. He would rush him down, his fully working arm brandishing his concealed buzzsaw blade and swinging it wildly to make him back off. Now was the time to strike.


"When your a hammer, every problem looks like a nail. So I'll nail your slagging balls to your chin!" And that's when he pulled his ace. A simple angled knee was all he needed as his jet boots roared off. The knee would attempt to find the groin of the Kel Dor, if nothing else atleast disrupting his position. His jump knee kept going though as he aimed into the opponents jaw. Afterwards he kept going for about a meter upwards, before turning back to the one who broke some of his ribs. He landed with his knees already angled, and his arm out to the side brandishing the concealed blade. If he would not face him, then a kidney could be a good prize. But if the Krazy Kel would turn to face him... that would be not a good idea. A distraction is always needed in these games, and Jurgen was ready to deliver some pain and take some if it meant his team mate could get the ball moving.

Spoiler: Roll

Roll = 14