Ask Event Ultra Super Huttball

[Huttball League]

The Hutts delighted in the carnage thus far. Explosions, 1 contestant going down for the count, others being hurt, and a certain raging tiefling that resembles a bull has possession of the ball is poised to make it all the way like he did last season

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The Hutts observed EL-DE (@GABA), wondering how the young female competitor was coping with having a rifle in her hands with military grade explosives... exploding in her face. Not very well she imagined. She was bloodied but she still got to her feet. "Wow, she's a tough one to get up after that." but unfortunately for her, for a Jedi Councilor 'the Joyful' (@Black Noise) doesn't seem to be showing any mercy or restraint, as she would swing her blade at the other lady. The Joyful was relentless. And the crowd was taking a liking to that, and it didn't escape the Hutts notice. "What a combination..." the hutt was intrigued with Hera wielding both a sword and shield.

As EL-DE tried to defend, she would would not find her defense would fail, as the Blastsword made a glancing blow against her arm, just enough for the weapon to trigger and for it to blast her where the blade landed, in the ribcage area. It would inflict even more pain and damage to the already wounded Jedi, it stagger her quite a bit back as well. "Wow, what a weapon!" "I've never seen a Blastsword in action!"

After taking the full brunt of an explosion and partial blow against her, any more successful attacks against her, and she will become the newest addition to the medical droids friend collection.

Spoiler: OOC Note

EL-DE due to defense fail, -1 modifer to the next roll, whatever it is

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The Raging Bull (@Sreeya) is threatening to reach goal he already closed in a lot of the distance), the Yellow Team has the advantage. The Raging Bull would manage to avoid any traps, but unfortunately a certain Krazy Kel Dor by the name of Krazy Kel (@Tulos) launch himself at the Bull, and managing to land a blow to the Bull's back with the full force of a Pneumatic Fist just as the Raging Bull was on the cusp of scoring, Bull would be knocked forward and the ball would be out of his hands, rolling forward towards the goal. "Oh no!" Fortunately, the armor raiment would help mitgate the damage as well.

Spoiler: OOC

Unfortunately, while Bull did rolled success, Kel went for an actual attack this time (and not a sandwich) and rolled higher (15 Disadvantage Roll vs 13). Kel manages to stop goal just in time.

There would be mixed but load reactions from the crowd, Krazy Kel and Raging Bull are famous at this point and provoke these kinds of reactions.

Alas, Krazy Kel's moment of glory would be cut short, as while he was focusing on the Bull, the Bodyhammer (@Olwin) had the opportunity to land his strike hard to Krazy Kel's rear, knocking him down and shedding alien blood with a buzzsaw swipe. It's like that moment where one feels on top of the world and then they find a cold blade up their spine. Fortunately, Krazy Kel isn't out yet, he still has some fight left, but with the ball so close to goal and potentially in a two vs one situation and his partner being very hard pressed to give any assistance, he's not in a good situation.

There is a favorable tidings though for the Yellow Team, having advanced so far already, the Bull would notice as soon as he stirs up that the Huttball rolled over on it's momentum to the goal line, "The ball is on the goalline! If someone from the Yellow Team so much as touches it, it's goal!" "Can the Raging Bull do it!?!" The commentators would ask the audience, the excitement in palatable. All Raging Bull needs to do is move about a couple meters forward and touch the ball. Or will the Raging Bull turn his attention to make sure the meddlesome Kel Dor is put down.

 

[Bir Vuul]

He did it! He actually did it! As Bir stood over the form of Raging Bull on the floor of the arena, he would flourish to the crowds, arms pumping in victory. It was a moment like this that had evaded the mad Kel Dor for so long and here had had finally put an opponent on the ground during the game. Not just any opponent, mind you, but the returning MVP himself!

Of course, it was a short lived victory as Bodyhammer came back for his retaliation. Krazy Kel felt the pain radiating from his derriere, like the worst imaginal hemorrhoids but amplified in considerable amounts. Now he laid beside Raging Bull, both suffering from waves of pain.

”How good to see you again!” Bir laughed through the pain at Altair from behind his Gunner mask, a maniacal chuckle following. There was no time for niceties however as he noticed the ball roll across their goal line. He would need to act fast and with glorious purpose if he was to overcome to odds. Three crippled players in position to take the ball. Only one would succeed.

Bir would attempt to scurry to his feet to retrieve the ball and, if the Force willed it, try to begin his return to the opposite side of the pitch.

Spoiler

6/20

 

[Altair Din]

Altair grunted and fell with a thud as the fist slammed against his back. It hurt, and his body was reeling from the solid blow. He was thanking the stars for selecting the functions he did to be able to withstand the blow. The tiefling was momentarily dazed, the huttball rolling out of his grasp. The crowds were shrieking and screaming from all sides, the ball teetering on the edge of a goal. There was a last second scramble from all sides.

He wanted nothing more than to beat the Kel Dor to a pulp, remembering well how he constantly tried to bring Altair down during the last championship. He groaned as he peeled himself off the floor, stumbling towards the Huttball in an attempt to get it over the line. If any of his other teammates made it, it would be a group finish across the line.

Roll:6/20

@The Good Doctor

 

[Jurgen Krusk]

Jurgen basked in the roar of the crowd for a moment his head tilting back and a loud war cry heard only to himself was above the cheers. He felt the world was on his side, the galaxy shining down on him and basking him in its light. But the moment broke as a thought passed by his mind. The Bull (@Sreeya) was down, he needed help. So it was time for Jurgen to strike.

His bulky frame rushed forward. He had a plan, a dastardly plan. It was clear the cripples would be going after the ball, but they didn't have what Jurgen had: a different angle. His boots clicked on over halfway towards the huge ball, his good arm outreached. It was peculiar what he was doing, as it seemed he was diving at the ball at an angle. But if his plan worked, it would be obvious as to why he did what he did.

The arm quickly wrapped around the ball when he could touch it, his jet boots applying pressure at an angle. He used his entire torso and wrapped as much as he could around the ball to push it forward. If all would go well this would turn the ball with a wheel, and allow it to roll into the goal. It was certainly a peculiar pose, but it would work... hopefully.

Spoiler: Roll

1d20 = 9

@The Good Doctor

 

[Hera "The Joyful" Albion]

Hera did not waste a minute, even as the crowd roared and the ball nearly made it to the goal. But Hera did not care about the ball, at least not yet. She had taken down one opponent, she needed to take out the second. If, for any reason, a score did not happen in the coming seconds, then she’d take down a third opponent herself if she had to.

Thrusting the blastsword, Hera attempted to once again smack the tip of the weapon into EL-DE. Upon the tip making contact, if it made contact, Hera would pull the trigger once more. While she knew a blastsword had 20 charges to a powerpack, she was apprehensive about whether or not this weapon would have a full charge. Therefore, regardless of whether or not the charge would go off, Hera continued following through the thrust into a full stab.

EL-DE would go down watching the grinning face of Hera.

Spoiler: “OOC”

Roll 12/20

 

[Mariel Deery]

The weapon made contact, she could feel the sharp pain in her side but it would be the blast that came from the sword that literally knocked her off her feet again. Once more the small blonde was thrown backwards, her head spun, she couldn't hear anything as she gasped for a breath, it felt like a jackhammer was ripping through her body as she pushed herself up to one knee, internally motivating herself not to lay down like roadkill, especially not in front of the entire galaxy.

EL-DE hoped this would at least give her team a fighting chance, she didn't like the idea of just being steamrolled. If she was keeping Hera to herself, she couldn't gang up on Kel.

There was a sense of urgency to move as she saw Hera closing in, the Jedi Master thrusted the blast sword again and there was a sudden shift in the Force as the blonde girl jutted her bloodied and blistered palms forward, hoping there was enough in her to expel a telekinetic Force blast at Hera. If not, then yeah, what was another round of pain?

roll: 12/20, w/ -1 modifer = 11

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

 

[Huttball League]

Things were heating up fast! The game is super hot! The people were watching with vigor and anticipation. eager to watch what happens next. People are biting their fingers, literally or figuratively as the ball is literally on the goal line.

EL-DE (@GABA) would unleash a force blast at the Jedi Councilor as she had planned, hoping to repel the Joyful (@Black Noise one. Would it be enough?

It would not be enough, although the Jedi Councilor was hit, it was a decent hit given the padawan's, but it just wouldn't be enough slow Hera down or interrupt her actions, as she would drive the blade into EL-DE stomach, skewering her in a graphic manner, and the blastsword would trigger, sending the Padawan flying backwards, landing first in the ground, leaving her in a pool of blood, and a trail of blood leading back to her attacker the Joyful. "She really is a Joy to have this game. Hahaha"

EL-DE is KO'ed!

Spoiler: OOC

Although the roll to defend would be success, it still came short of Black Noise's roll. 11 vs 12.

"Brutal" the Hutts relished at the commentary table. "By Jabba's treasure! She's got some guts. Literally. Hahahaha" "Hera may win her freedom from slavery yet!" The last sentence they were careful to make sure Hera didn't hear it overhead, but the viewing audience did.

The medical droid would come through the emergency door, and pick up the fallen padawan's body. The blow she would take would kill any normal human being, but the droid would attempt to stabilize her.

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The battle for the ball is just beginning. The crowds are invested, the competitors are making an all or nothing dash to the ball, the game round could very well be decided here.

What would happen?

Both the krazy one the Krazy Kel (@Tulos) and the Raging Bull (@Sreeya) would intercept each other, colliding with each other stopping them both in their tracks. "Oh no, they are both so close!" Fortunately for Jurgen (@Olwin), that would leave an opening for him to swoop in above them and then managed to get his hands on the ball, simply touching it put in his possession and the ball was at goal so it counts.

Jurgen "The Bodyhammer" Krusk scores for the Yellow Team. 0-1!

Spoiler: OOC

Olwin with the higher roll 9 vs 6 vs 6, manages to sneak in and score.

Jurgen scored alright, but seeing as the goal line is next to the wall, he would be trapped by his own momentum with the jetboots and would slam his head into the wall hard, it would be enough to stop him completely in his tracks, he would land belly first and would be seeing coocoo birds while stunned and dazed. "Hahahaha, he scored but then he crashed and burned! Haha""We have the first goal of the game. Newcomer Jurgen "The Bodyhammer" got the goal even if he managed to hammer himself into a wall. Yellow Team (@Sreeya @Olwin @Black Noise) take the lead. Yellow Team 1. Red Team 0." "Of course this was only the first round, the other team still has a chance to catch up, they can still win."

An airhorn will sound overhead, signaling that the game round is over. The Yellow Team can celebrate their win. The Red Team can wallow that they've been setback. Or whatever they feel like doing. But soon, the players will be healed up, and game Round 2 will begin.

@Xorism

Spoiler: OOC

Game is now in intermission. Players are able to make reaction posts if they desired.

 

[Bir Vuul]

As the metaphorical dust settled and Bir was able to regain a degree of composure, the mad Kel Dor searched his arms for the Huttball only to realise he had come up empty handed. The horn blared, the crowds went wild and the truth of the matter became clear.

Yellow: 1 Red: 0

”Poodoo!” Bir exclaimed as he looked up to the scoreboard, stamping his bare foot into the durasteel pitch before calming himself and offering a hand to the MVP to help him to his feet. Bir was many things, a good sport being one. ”Well played, my friend! Well played! Faster than a greased up gizka! Indeed! Indeed, you are!” Bir exclaimed, hand still out stretched. Of course, he had not even an inkling of Raging Bull’s potential to live up to his namesake given their interaction thus far. Whether or not he accepted the hand though, Bir intended to leave it offered as the medical droid began clearing the other injured players from the pitch.

@Sreeya @The Good Doctor​

 

[Hera "The Joyful" Albion]

Hera felt the blast of the Force as it hit her and a dozen questions instantly raced through her mind. Fast as they came, however, the questions were annihilated out of her mind. As the spray of hot blood hit the councilor’s face, Hera instantly knew what had just happened. She could feel, as the body of the young woman flew across the arena, the essence of life leaving EL-DE. In an instant, Hera knew that this young woman had most likely been a Jedi. There had been no malice in her attack, only a desperate attempt at defense against what could’ve only been seen as a much stronger opponent. It was almost successful. Hera had almost been repelled. She could feel the twinge of the Force that whispered to her how different things could’ve been. If the defense had been a little stronger, if Hera hadn’t followed through on the stabbing thrust.

But Hera did follow through, and Hera had killed her.

It was a horrifying realization, to be sure. Or, rather, it should have been horrifying. ‘I cannot believe what I have done,’ Thought Hera, ‘I’ve killed her, I’ve stolen her life. I didn’t mean to, I didn’t, I didn’t mean to-‘ Reaching up, Hera grasped her head. She felt her face, and Hera found herself recoiling within herself.

Hera was laughing.

She raised her hands up to the cheering crowd as the ball scored, The raging bull and the hammer coming through to pull a win out for their team in the first round. The Krazy Kel was saying something to The Raging Bull, Hera didn’t hear it. Walking back out of the arena to rest as medical droids ran to the lifeless body of EL-DE, Hera just kept laughing. The joy was real, it was not some psychotic break. Hera was overcome with joy at her own successful attack. There was joy that she had single-handedly taken down two opponents in the first round. Joy abounded at the point her teammates scored, and joy flowed over at the chance to go again in round two. She knew she should’ve felt horror, shame, and rage at herself for her actions, but she didn’t.

Hera only felt joy.

And she couldn’t wait for round two.

 

[Altair Din]

Altair heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that his team scored. He was delighted that Bodyhammer came through when he couldn't. He glanced up as his arch nemesis extended a hand to help him up. The tiefling grasped the hand and yanked Bir down while he got up, slamming the Kel Dor’s face square into the hard surface where his horns intersected. It would likely daze the Sith, but Altair followed up with a friendly clap on his back.

He looked over at Hera standing over EL-DE…who wasn’t moving. In fact, he saw a huge pool of blood collecting and the crowds suddenly standing on their feet to take a closer look. Was she dead? Altair stared vacantly, his thoughts interrupted by the Jedi Master suddenly bursting out laughing. He blinked as he looked from her to the clinically insane Krazy Kel, nudging him with an elbow, “…Are you two related?”

With that, he threw his arms up and focused on the crowd, trying to draw attention back towards their goal instead of the mangled corpse on the field.

@Tulos @Black Noise

 

[Nevizkas]

Cyutadakyr licked the air in excitement of returning back to the field after the most recent incident. Having had an extremely prudent lesson on the rules of the game, the pureblood hoped that she'd last a little longer in the next round with a little luck.

The news of violence was not lost upon her, although the maker of its delight intrigued. There was a saying that a broken clock was right twice a day, but cyu wandered if in this case, the clock was just broken.

Having endured what the Hutts called medical care, Cyu was ready to compete again and waited quietly for the signal.

 

[Bir Vuul]

It all happened so fast that Krazy Kel didn’t even have a chance to react, his forehead slamming into Raging Bull’s hardened skull. Stumbling back with his free hand pressed to the side of his head, the Kel Dor squinted behind his goggles as he attempted to bring the deafening ringing to an end. It was all he could hear, even the crowds becoming mute in response to the unexpected assault of his noggin.

”Well done! Yes! Well done! Wonderful hit!” he said with a thumbs up, practically yelling the words due to his inability to process his volume. Even his incessant chuckling came out louder than was expected.Turning to return to his own bench, wobbly foot steps began to carry him on when Bir noticed what had come of his teammate. EL-DE’s body wasn’t being placed into a bacta tank but rather had a white sheet drawn over her, a massive red stain seeping through the midsection.

Turning to see “Joyful”, the cause of the first Huttball death in ages, Bir could see the human woman as her shoulders elevated and fell rapidly. Was she crying? No, no she most certainly was not. She was having the time of her life! Even if it came at the cost of another, that was the whole point of Huttball! To bring people together and have fun! Right?

As Bir continued his stumble towards the courtside, he would offer Joyful a double thumbs up before tripping across the bench. Opting to lay there, Krazy Kel allowed the medical droid to work it’s magic on patching up his derriere.

 

[Jurgen Krusk]

Jurgen was back on the ground as his head rang, the galaxy around him going dark around him for but a moment. He blinked the light back into his eyes and shook his head as he slowly stumbled upwards to stand. His ears rang, his body was sore and painful, but currently he didn't care. He won round one. The Bodyhammer didn't get victory through violence, but teamwork. Through using his head and pushing through the enemy while his teammates managed to deal with them.

His arm was tucked close to his torso, but his other arm raised as he arched his back and presented himself to the crowd. They roared louder at the scorer. He turned to gaze at the entire crowd as they kept howling and chanting his name. It sounded good. It sounded great. It was music to his ears. He decided to show how all the noise sounded to him. Through his victory dance.

He decided to show off. His stance changed and his knees bent a bit, while his one working arm began working an unseen guitar. He somewhat bounced around as it seemed he was getting into the air guitar solo, his head bobbing somewhat along with it as the chains flowed around like hair. A camera drone came in close to get a better shot, which stood there for a few seconds before Jurgen forced it to the ground and put his boot on it. The crowd cheered louder as Jurgen stared down into the camera as he played the guitar directly for it for a few more moments. He then let the drone go as he raised his arm all the way back to the medbay.

 

[Huttball League]

It happened, this was the first time in the Huttball Championship series that someone had actually died, usually the Hutts have suppression fields that make sure combatants aren't killed, because ideally they want to last from beginning to end. But things happen. This isn't a sport that's illegal in the Core Worlds for nothing. Plus, the holonet will be picking this up, there will be a big spike in ratings, knowing that someone has died playing this great game and knowing that others can die as well. Sickos they are, but that means for peggats for the Hutts in the end.

Although now was the matter of getting a replacement for EL-DEs. Although it was possible, the Hutts weren't exactly prepared. But Dabba was quick on his feet. "Uhhhhh, send in our chief medical droid. Tell it that if his team wins, then he will have all the friends he wants, including everyone in the game! Haha"

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The game is about to start, all of the competitors minus 1 would be in their respective starting areas behind the ray shields. "Everyone! We are about to begin round 2.""Just one more thing before we do.""Introducing the third member of the Red Team, someone who you've seen here before. Please welcome the Doctor! The Doctor is in the house!." "Hope no one is afraid of needles! Hahaha"

Then the medical droid would emerge onto the stage. He would greet everyone. "Hello everyone!" with a cheerful voice. And then next would be a change of tone, now talking with ominous slow, lower tone voice. "You will all be my friends".

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Now that the teams are full again, the constants are in their place, it's time to get this thing started again. Without further to do.

"Round 2!!!!"

"Begin!"

And once more the carnage will begin again

@Xorism @Tulos @Black Noise @Sreeya @Olwin

Spoiler: OOC Note

Weekend Extension in effect. Monday 7pm EST is the deadline.

As agreed upon, an NPC will take EL-DE's place with permanent -1 mallus to rolls. He will be posted with seperately.

Also thank you @GABA for participating!

Spoiler: Map + Key

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

1. DLT-20A Longblaster
2. Adumari Blastsword
3. Neuronic Whip
4. Cycler Rifle
5. BD-2 Electrostaff
6. Shock Boxing Gloves
7. Anti-Vehicle Rifle*
8. E-11 Blaster Rifle
9. VersaTech Cosmowrench
10. Flash Pistol
11. Flame Projector
12. Energy Lance
13. MW-65 Electrohammer
14. Chainsword
    
    * For this one event, these weapons have their PVP restriction lifted. Reminder that this event is death and main disabled

 

[Hera "The Joyful" Albion]

And so it began again. No thoughts entered Hera's head as the hutts started the second round, no thoughts save those focused on winning. Rushing forward, she snatched up the E-11 blaster rifle and made the same movements she attempted in the previous round. Although she did not rely on the Force this time, she attempted to gather it in order to gain a burst of speed in her next planned movements.

For now, she ran up the ramp, stood atop it, and fired at the Krazy Kel-dor. She aimed center mass and kept pulling the trigger, trying to send a trio of blaster bolts in his direction. Her first shot last round had been luck, so it was that same luck that she relied on once more. All the while, that crazy stupid grin plastered across her face. Nothing would bring her more joy in this moment than any success at all.

Nothing against a method tried and true. Stand and shoot. It worked the first time so, why not the second?

@Tulos @The Good Doctor

Spoiler: roll

4/20 lol

 

[Altair Din]

Altair rushed over to pick up the anti-vehicle rifle. This was heavy and entirely absurd to carry around, but fortunately he was a follower of the Emryc Thorne routine for several years now. His muscles bulged as he hoisted the ridiculously heavy weapon, taking a few steps towards the center of the arena to line up the shot. He pointed the rifle towards Ruby Rae and fired the obscenely heavy blast, almost toppling back from the recoil. The point of his tail stabbed down towards the ground to keep him steady on his feet.

@Xorism @The Good Doctor

Roll: 11/20

 

[Nevizkas]

The intense fight could drag on for what seemed like forever or it could be over in a flash. Previous experience had left the pureblood wanting, and so she elected to pick up the nearby DLT-20A Longblaster to take aim at the raging bull in the distance.

At what seemed to be around the same time, whatever monstrosity he was now wielding revealed itself in an eruption of misery directed toward her. Cyu pressed the trigger to fire a blaster bolt toward him, then attempted to avoid the returning fire as best she could with a strafe right, toward her mad acquaintance.

@The Good Doctor @Sreeya

Roll: 11/20

 

[Jurgen Krusk]

Jurgen returned to the field, his head still ringing from the punishment of the last game. He took several blows to the head, and those were still simmering. His intro was nothing fantastic, he simply raised his fists, lightly and hopped as if he was a boxer. He had his plan all ready for the day: rush the ball and win.

His first instinct was to dash forth when the time was ready. He didn't use his jet boots, simply running at the ball. He went full tilt, his arms in a scoop to grab it. If it would work, he would hug it tight to his chest and simply go.

Spoiler: Roll

1d20 = 2

@The Good Doctor

 

[Doctor]

"Friends" he stood besides his teammates before the game began. Once the round started, all bets were off as he too started making his way towards the ball, along the way picking up the Neuronic Whip. The medical droid's aim wasn't to grab the ball, but the Doctor was merely aiming to do some damage. The droid was in a warzone, he could see bright laser cannons shots, blaster bolts fly around through it's photoreceptors.

The first enemy he would encounter is The Bodyhammer. The droid knows what species he is and has an inbuilt medical database, and the droid knew he had a good weapon already in hand for him. "New friend!" As the Jurgen would go for the ball, the droid would cast his whip towards the Tognath competitor, intending to strike him. Although they might be resistant to pain, they are not resistant to electricity, and the species is known for most of their species having cybernetics on him. Electricity doesn't tend to be well for cybernetics.

Spoiler

Roll 19 | Neg -1 = Final Result: 18

@Olwin

 

[Bir Vuul]

In the great game of Huttball, lethality was never something in doubt. Despite the suppression fields, every contestant was made well aware of the inherent dangers of the sport. It seemed that EL-DE was the first true fallen player in decades, her name only the newest addition to a long list of combatants laid to an uneasy rest and one that would be remembered for years to come.

None of this fazed the mad Kel Dor, however. Blood and carnage, these were nothing new. The only thing that truly offended him in the moment was the scoreboard, glaring down on him with that unforgiving goose egg under his team’s tally. This would not do. No, no it could not. He had not come here for glory or victory but even the most docile participant would find it difficult to ignore the call of triumph. So as the buzzer echoed around amongst the cheers and hollers of the crowd, Bir would leap into action.


Soaring through the air, arms and legs streamlined ahead and behind him to create as small a target as he could, Bir’s force aided propulsion would take him towards the ball. If the gods were good, he would find his mark. Unfortunately, the gods rarely favored the mad or the wretched.

Spoiler

1/20!!!! :D

@The Good Doctor​