Ask Event Ultra Super Mega Huttball

[Huttball League]

___Azure Devil soared through the air, a majestic falcon flying over the plebians incapable of experiencing the immense freedom and mobility enjoyed by Force users. The spotlights above bathed them in a grossly incandescent glow, their shadow cast upon all those below them. Indeed, there was no more exquisite moment than this, when you were in the centre of the stage, and the game's balance hung on your action or inaction. Azure Devil led the charge, and their initiative rewarded them!

___It rewarded them with a faceful of plasteel. The Rock (@The Good Doctor) was a bantha hair away from seizing the ball, only to be thrown off-trajectory from Clove's (@LilyNion) timely interception! However, despite being unable to wrest control of the ball from the tiefling immediately, he still succeeded in stopping them from performing their leap through the air by grabbing onto their foot before they could complete their jump. What was more, Azure Devil (@René) lost control of the ball! It tumbled from their grasp and sluggishly rolled away, but it would be odd if it didn't. It was a ball, and balls rolled, but it was made by slugs, and slugs slugged. Everything was in balance.

___"Azure Devil loses control of the ball!" Trex announced.

___"I wonder what Plasteel tastes like," Dex chuckled, shoving another grimy handful of popcorn into his mouth. "Certainly not better than this popcorn."

___However, this particular round of Huttball doled out karmic retribution like bowls of soup at a community potluck, and this time, it filled a bowl to the brim for the next in line, Hell on Heels. After all, her name was Hell on Heels, so why did her footwear look more like platforms? Unlike the sluggishly rolling Huttball, this was not in balance, and the universe had to correct this most egregious lapse.

___Blaster's (@JoeWing) steady, careful aim paid off in spades. This time, he knew to account for the slight bend in the barrel of his malformed armament. The shot from his blaster, crooked though it was, struck true. Whether caused by another unknown defect in the weapon or the man's aim simply being that on-point, the bolt struck Hell on Heels's stomach with enough force to knock the wind out of her and knock her prone. It completely ate through her Huttball attire and struck her core, leaving her with a nasty, debilitating burn on top of being breathless and on her back.

___"Ouch!" Trex called out, the entire audience collectively recoiling in their seats from the meaty impact of the blaster bolt. Grimaces were found on every spectator's face, although that didn't stop the majority from cheering at the spectacle of brutality.

___"You hate to see a previous winner get knocked out like that," Dex lamented, though the sincerity of his statement was tenuous at best.

___"I DON'T," Dabba interjected. "I wasn't looking! Do it again!" he demanded even though he was, indeed, looking.

___"Things are looking dour for Team Beekmonkey," Trex stated. "They're now down two members, leaving Azure Devil alone! Can they turn it around for their team, or is Team Gutterguppy going to snatch the first point of the game?!"

Hell on Heels is KO'd!

 

[Clove Vanhoop]

Clove held her breath as her bolt struck the Rock's core, causing enough damage to alter his path and give the Tiefling some wriggling room. But she couldn't dwell on it because she noticed something in the distance. It was faint, for her ears were good, but not that good. But... something about pointed ears? Clove's ears perked up, and she looked in the direction it came from, only to see the dwarf (@JoeWing) standing there with her favorite gun model, an E-11, aimed at her. Then he shot.

Within a blink of an eye, she was on the ground, the air out of her lungs and a mind-boggling pain stinging through her skin. She recognized the sensation; her skin had burned. Great, another burn scar. What was she going to do this time around? Tattoo a hutt with flowers to conceal it? However, as she lay there, writhing on the ground, she realized she couldn't get up. Her vision began to darken around the edges, the pain intensified, and air became scarce. No, no no no, not in front of Zara and Altair! She needed to get up. She planted her hand on the ground, attempting to push herself upward. She managed to lift herself a centimeter off the ground before her vision blurred and she collapsed back down. And as she slipped into unconsciousness until the medics found her and fixed her for the next round, one thought crossed her mind:

Cycler rifles are terrible...

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tag @Remileah ​

 

[Undume]

Undume would now attempt to grab the ball and smash the horned organic in the face with it. “Rock smash!” The Rock said

Roll

Spoiler

oof

it’s a 1[\spoiler]

 

[Brondar Steelaxe]

If he said he enjoyed it, then you would be wrong. He wasn't one to shoot blindly, but the pointy-eared woman made her intentions clear when she fired at him. Regardless, as he saw the lady drop to the floor, he quickly turned his rifle to the Tiefling to neutralize the enemy team and secure the round for his.

Carefully aiming his rifle, he breathed out and squeezed the trigger.

Spoiler: Roll

19

@LilyNion @Remileah @The Good Doctor @Darasuum @René @Apollyon

 

[Ayomi Jakarta]

For a moment, Ayomi thought they'd made their jump; the next second, though, the huttball slipped from their grip and they fell face first into the floor. They pushed themselves up off the floor, a slight trickle of black blood dripping from their nose, looking around just in time to see Clove collapsing back on the Beekmonkey's side of the field. Shit. This round was up to them now. The Tiefling wouldn't have it any other way.

Ayomi charged towards the ball with a lowered shoulder, attempting to scoop it up off the ground and dash towards the opposing goal line at full speed. All they had to do was score.

Spoiler: Dice Roll

3

@Remileah

 

[Huttball League]

___The Rock (@The Good Doctor) took possession of the ball. Azure Devil (@René) was on the ground, and try as they might, they couldn't scramble off the ground in time. They were at the mercy of The Rock, but in his zeal, he forgot to remind himself that overconfidence was a slow and insidious killer. Prodigious size alone did not dissuade the heft of the ball, and as The Rock lifted it overhead, it tumbled from his hands. Imbued with the weight of his ambition, it delivered a dizzying blow to his head.

___With a loud thud and audible crack, the ball struck The Rock's noggin and bounded away. The Rock crumbled figuratively to the ground, left immobile and stone-cold.

___"It would appear The Rock is down for the count!" Dex yelled.

___"It's a one-versus-one now!" Trex chimed in. "Azure Devil and Blaster are the only two contenders left!"

___Azure Devil's opportunity was now! Their blood quickened as they rose and dashed for the ball. Their fingers touched it and successfully lifted it from the ground. They had the opportunity to press the advantage with Blaster so far away, physically unable to contend the possession of the ball.

___Wait a moment. Azure Devil was forgetting something, surely. It was a nagging thought in the back of their mind, clawing to move to the forefront Oh, right! Blaster (@JoeWing) was living up to his namesake: he had a weapon, and what was more, he had figured out how to properly use it after discovering its technical flaws. Triumphant pride precipitated a dizzying fall as Azure Devil was reminded of this fact by another shot straight to their unarmoured shoulder. It met their body with the same force and ferocity that Hell on Heels fell to.

___The blaster bolt hit Azure Devil with all the force of a great typhoon, sending them falling onto their back and down for the count. The ball soared from their fingers and flew through the air, dropping conveniently at Blaster's feet.

___"I... don't believe this," Dex murmured. "I believe in the entire history of huttball—"

___"—this just might be the first TPK!" Trex interrupted to finish Dex's sentence. The crowd entered a frenzy, throwing their arms up and leaping out of their seats with a cacophony of cheering and revelry. One man in particular yelled and screamed with such zeal that he began foaming at the mouth, bubbling out of his jaw with such intensity that, in a matter of seconds, he passed out on the ground. The crowd was ecstatic.

___"YOU THERE!" Dabba yelled, pointing to a young man who could only be assumed to be their unfortunate secretary or personal errand boy. "GO GET THE RECORDS FOR PREVIOUS HUTTBALL SEASONS NOW! WE NEED TO CHECK THIS!" the Hutt demanded, sending the young man hurrying away.

___"There is nobody left to contest the ball! Blaster is the only one left standing!"

___"However," Trex stated, "he must still get the ball to the opposing team's goal! You better get to it, Blaster!" he said. Blaster was free to score, but whether that was in a blaze of glory or a horrific fumble remained to be seen. Following his goal, the scoreboard updated and medical personnel and droids began filing out with stretchers and other medical equipment to attend to all injuries and fresh raiments for everyone to adorn themselves. Then, they released and urged the players to return to their respective goals for the start of the second round.

The Rock is KO'd!
Azure Devil is KO'd!
Round 1 is over!

Team Gutterguppy​	Team Beekmonkey​
1​	0​

Spoiler: OOC

All players have 24 hours to post reactions before the second round begins!

Any and all weapons obtained this round have been forfeit and removed from the arena. The start of the next round will include new and different weapons.

@JoeWing, roll for your goal and write appropriately, then include returning to the starting point for your team!

 

[Undume]

What happened? One moment the Rock was about to crush the blue horned organic with the Huttball and then he went blank.

Then after watching a replay as he was recovering after being knocked out, he was laughed at. He realized where he had gone to

"Rock bottom." he said. Oof

At least his team is in the lead thanks to Blaster. #TeamApex #TeamGutterguppy

 

[Brondar Steelaxe]

Spoiler: Roll

[roll]2

"Hmm, nice," he simply exclaimed as he took down the last opponent, finally gaining control of the ball. He didn't rush it, basking in the moment as the sole player left, waving to the crowd and smiling. However, as he neared the opponent's base, he tripped and fell face-first against a wall.

After rolling 360 degrees from the impact and landing on the floor, the ball unceremoniously rolled slowly into the base, scoring the first point. However, it came at a cost. The crash against the wall knocked him out, blood streaming from his nose and various scratches across his face. He could only hear the muffled cheers of the crowd as the medics arrived, and soon lost consciousness.

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Return to the game:

Finally, he was back in the game. His face had been fixed relatively well, with nothing too serious. The bleeding from his nose had stopped, leaving only a few vessels bruised in the process. Nonetheless, he waved and happily cheered to the crowd.

@LilyNion @Remileah @The Good Doctor @Darasuum @René @Apollyon

 

[Clove Vanhoop]

Clove's body was dragged back behind the scenes, rather unceremoniously given how much her body was flopping around on the field, and the medics patched her up as best they could. Once she awoke, she couldn't help but frown at how the medics were treating her wound. It was... different... than how she worked on both humanoids and animals. Thankfully, the bolt did not injure any major organs, only causing pain and burning flesh. A quick wiggle of her toes and a tap on her back confirmed that her cybernetic spine was also functioning properly.

Feeling much better after the quick treatment, Clove was idly stitching her shirt while the fields were emptied and everyone else was patched up as well. Yes. She brought a sewing kit with her, she was fully aware that something could have destroyed her clothes. And she was correct. While the needle was running through the black fabric, she looked up at the holoscreen to see the first round recap. She scowled at the images of herself being shot, tossed into the ground and worming onto the ground, but she didn't turn away. Because... did... did everyone pass out? Even the dwarf as he scored the goal by tripping? Tripping, out of all things? Clove blinked. Not once in her life had she witnessed a Huttball match in which a single player passed out. Clove's lips curved into a small, amused smile as she tied a small knot in the thread and returned her needle to the sewing kit. Even if her team were to lose the game, at least they made history. The recap was complete, and it was officially go time.

The half-Annfyn stepped back onto the field. When the music started, she moved closer to the camera, her hips swinging and her hand tracing her side. When she felt she was close enough to the camera, she stopped walking but continued to shift her weight from left to right and back, making her hips dance and her hands bounce over her body in rhythm with the music. She finished her dance, waved, and gave a little twirl. Clove was clearly not as cheerful as she had been at the start of round one, but her eyes smiled despite her calm and almost peaceful expression.

She was ready for the next round. And out for revenge.

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tag @Remileah ​

 

[Ayomi Jakarta]

Ayomi charged down the field, only to feel an unexpectedly sharp pain to their shoulder with enough force to knock them back and hard onto their back, while the ball rolled from their hands. All they could let out was a groan of pain, a mumbled "Fuckkkkk..." as their vision dimmed and they dipped into unconsciousness.

The Tiefling awoke back off of the field with a patched up shoulder and a blazing fury in their eyes. Looking up at a screen replaying the apparent lowlights of the first round revealed that even the dwarf that had shot them had tripped and fallen on his face, scoring a goal only because he was the only player left to do so. How the hell could they lose to such idiots? Ayomi resolved not to allow anything like this to happen again.

Before the Beekmonkeys took the field again, Ayomi called both Connor and Clove over to strategize. "These other rando's beat themselves as much as they beat us." they began, an angry undertone in their voice. "Hell, they managed to almost fail at scoring with no opposition. We're smarter, and we're better. Let's play to our strengths, force them into bad situations, and FUCK. THEM. UP."

When it was time to take the field again Ayomi ran out and performed a series of back flips similar to their first entrance, ending it with an animated punching motion. They stared down the dwarf across the field, the irises of their eyes beginning to flash yellow in anticipation of revenge.

@Remileah

 

[Connor Vance]

Connor woke up in the Team Beekmonkey med bay. The last thing he remembered was pulling the trigger and then feeling like he’d been hit with…well a missile. Largely because he had been, the soot on his face and singed hair told him that. He wearily sat up on and glanced at a holo displaying the current score.

THEY WERE DOWN?! HOW?

Before Connor could say anything, Ayomi called both he and Clove over. They gave a pep talk, Connor was beginning to feel a little bad that they’d collapsed a tunnel on them and left them for dead with the Chatty Grim Reaper. But hopefully bygones were bygones. Connor would clap both his teammates on the back and with a wry grin state.

“Yeah, let’s fuck these guys up!”

When the teams took to the field again, Connor would smile and wave. Then his eye would catch Nash in her cheerleader get up, his ears pinked before he got ahold of himself, and Arak with yellow face paint on. His ears perked and his smile became genuine as he pointed up towards the pair of them.

“Did you see me get blown up?” He shouted but doubted they could hear him.

Then Connor forced his attention back to the field and looked over at the dunces who had managed to score. He grinned over at Demagol, gave the android a playful wink and then mouthed.

“Round two?” At the cyborg, taunting it.

Soon they’d be back at it again, and Team Beekmonkey would clutch this game.

@Remileah

 

[Huttball League]

___The audience—and the Hutts—watched with abject horror and a dash of amazement as Blaster tripped. Their eyes followed his every movement as he tumbled, and the ball rolled slowly towards the goal line. The crowd went mild as they processed what they were witnessing, all eyes on the ball as it inched closer to the line. As it passed over, confetti rocketed through the air with an appropriately lowbrow party popper horn.

___"Unbelievable," Trex scoffed, his tone suggesting his uncertainty about being impressed or appalled. "We are indeed witnessing history in the making. Blaster has not only managed to score for Team Gutterguppy but also knocked himself out in the process! We have a double TPK!"

___A mixture of cheering and laughter erupted from the spectators.

___"Amazing! If this is what the first round had in store for us, I can't wait for round two!" Dex contributed to the commentary. "How about you, folks?!"

___The audience roared in anticipation, although their cheers and cries of delight came underscored with a tone of confusion. Despite their bewildered state, they were eager for more, thanks in no small part to the charismatic Hutt shoutcasters.

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___Once the staff cleared the weapons and the participants assumed their starting positions again, new armaments were brought into the arena in the exact locations as before. The staff had also returned the ball to the centre of the arena.

___"Second round begins in... three...!"

___The ray shields started fading.

___"A-Achtwo!"

___Trex unceremoniously sneezed mid-countdown. Were they going to abide by that?

___"One!"

___Apparently, they were.

___"GO!"

___The ray shield disappeared entirely. A bra flew through the air, someone's rabid fan screaming their adoration for the players. Security promptly removed the offender from the stands. Nobody had neither the time nor inclination to ask why.

___IT WAS TIME TO HUTTBALL!

Spoiler: Map & Legend

Red Line — Gutterguppy Starting Area/Goal
Yellow Line — Beekmonkey Starting Area/Goal
Gold Sphere — Huttball

1. Bow & Arrows
2. R-799 Micro Missile Gun
3. Vibroknife
4. Jump Boots ***
5. Thermal Detonator x1
6. Bowcaster
7. Gungan Energy Shield
8. Lightsaber
9. Thermic Sword
10. DMT-254 Slug Rifle
11. Thermic Knife
12. Anti-Vehicle Rifle
13. Javelin Light Repeater *
14. Adumari Blastsword

* For this event only, these weapons have their PvP restriction lifted.
*** For this event only, Force-sensitive characters may use these functions.

@Apollyon @Darasuum @LilyNion @René @JoeWing @The Good Doctor

 

[Maan Vizsla]

Spoiler: Music

Song

The damaged cyborg had awoke with his body being repaired and maintained before the second match started. In his mind he held memories of when he had first gone on a table for modification. They were far from pleasant but not exactly regrettable either.

Demagol's wrist launcher would be given a fresh warhead to replace the fired rocket. Similarly the rest of him would appear as good as new thanks to the spare parts and efforts of a "pit crew", however he was in a foul mood when he awoke. The mostly mechanical competitor snapped his metallic jaws at a nearby medical assistant. Thankfully for the attendant the trandoshan's maw missed and clamped shut on only air.

As his senses and sensibilities returned, a low rumbling growl. He would be treated to a brief replay of what he had missed which he watched at 2x speed to save on time. "Karking....Gears..."

Maan's animosity for the prosthetic sporting pip-squeak punk faded as he became entertained with the win Blaster secured. "HA... HA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" It was a harsh and cruel sound of amusement given sound by the cold vocabulators of the already cold-blooded killer. Demagol had not laughed like that in years.

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Demagol stood just as silently as he had during his last presentation. The cyborg's seemingly eyeless and ever-grinning expression would notice Connor's goading. The Apex Contractor was not one to dissappint, nor was he one to disregard a method that had proved effective.

Gears had asked "round two" though he had not meant a second rocket. Still, Demagol would oblige all the same. When the match started the mandalorian mercenary would fire a wrist rocket at the man who had taken him out previously. Afterwards the contractor would make for the R-799 Micro Missile Gun considering its relative close proximity.

Spoiler: Dice

7/20 to wrist rocket Connor A.K.A. Gears

@Remileah @The Good Doctor @JoeWing @LilyNion @René @Apollyon

 

[Undume]

Game 2 has started. The Rock saw the weapons for his side of the pitch and found them to be lacking. Jump Boots? But Undume doesn't even have any feet!

The Polvonite saw the thermal detonator. All the other weapons were lacking. He would quickly get the thermal detonator, and with his other arm he would have the shield gauntlet activated to give him a small amount of protection as he would move that same arm forward in front of him.

If all goes well, he would hopefully be at the ball before everyone else and his team mates will doing some damage.

Oh yes, rock jokes and puns. Why did the rock take Basic language lessons? To help it talk boulder

Spoiler

bolder :S

Also rolled 11 for the ball

 

[Clove Vanhoop]

Clove couldn't help but smile softly at the two Sith before they entered the field. The Tiefling's pep talk was sweet, and they were correct: they could win this. And the way Connor was hyping around while clapping them on their back—ouch her cybernetic spine—helped to rekindle the fire.

Oddly enough, the first time she played Huttball, she was also surrounded by Sith. Those Sith were also sweet. A common theme. She mulled over those thoughts as the weapons were brought onto the field. Everyone was prepared, and the hutts were doing their little jokes, although one sounded more like he was dying. The half-Annfyn shook her head and refocused on the game, noticing the bowcaster. The bowcaster would definitely land a punch. But, based on her experience with the Wookiees on Kashyyyk, she knew the range was shorter.

Clove bit her lower lip, unsure, but decided to commit. When the game began, Clove dashed towards the bowcaster and grabbed it from the floor. But instead of stopping, she kept moving forward while activating the Gauntlet Buckler on her wrist. She remained on the high platform, with the wall in her right hand. Once she felt she was within range, she knelt with a firm grip on the bowcaster.

Her target was a logical choice. Why, it was that donkey, silly robot (@Darasuum). Her revenge was finally there. Especially when she noticed he was attempting to launch yet another rocket. Ugh. With a scowl, she traced his movement, took a deep breath to steady her hands and fired at him, aiming for his right shoulder. Hopefully, he wouldn't be able to use that rocket anymore.

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tag @Remileah ​

Spoiler: roll

19 (what's up with clove's rolls whenever she's spiteful)

 

[Ayomi Jakarta]

Ayomi didn't have friends. Hell, they barely had a shortlist of people they didn't hate. What was Caer then...? Whatever that situation was, it didn't count either. Somehow, though, the Tiefling was feeling something different as they prepared for the second game with Clove and Connor by their side. They'd let both of them down in the previous round, and now they wanted to win as much for those two as for themself.

Emotional musings aside, the second game began with a loud sneeze (ugh, Hutts were disgusting) and the same shout of "GO!" as the first had. A wicked grin displaying pointed teeth spread across Ayomi's face as they dashed forwards; a lot had changed in the short time since the first round, but the familiar cylindrical hilt they grabbed from its resting place made them feel right at home.

The Tiefling ignited the lightsaber, it's yellow blade hissing to life as they charged up to the center of the field. Not their usual color, but it matched the team at least. Their approach appeared quite similar the previous round, but once again things had changed. Instead of going to grab the ball, they lept up and over it as they attempted to slash down across the giant rock-thing's (@The Good Doctor) body. The dwarf would have to wait his turn.

Spoiler: Dice Roll

Lightsaber color: 5 (yellow)
Attack roll: 19

@Remileah

 

[Brondar Steelaxe]

Spoiler: Roll

[roll]19

It wouldn't take long for Brondar to realize that there were no blasters in sight. With no other option, he reached for the bow and arrow. Taking aim, he fired a single arrow at Clove.

@LilyNion @Remileah @The Good Doctor @Darasuum @René @Apollyon

 

[Huttball League]

@Apollyon, @Darasuum

___Demagol aimed at Gears and fired a second wrist rocket! Despite what happened to him in the first round, the cyborg was determined to capture the lightning in a bottle instead of being turned into a Tesla coil. His conviction that lightning could strike the same place twice was unshakable, but whether or not he weighed the implications of what that meant was a mystery. It would be better if it didn't hit the same place, considering the first area it struck was directly into his chest.

___As fortune would have it, it didn't! The team outfitted Demagol with another wrist rocket, courtesy of the game's most generous sponsors, but nobody bothered to test whether or not it was adequately functional. The missile shot forward and erratically shuddered through the air, its path skewing and careening everywhere.

___"Gears isn't moving! Is he frozen with fear? Trauma? Incomprehensible cramping?!" Dex cried.

___The miniature warhead crashed into the ground next to Gears and... sent out a shockwave? It wasn't even explosive? What a sham! The blast sent Gears sprawling forward onto the twisting, winding catwalks spanning the length of the arena. Unfortunately for him, his destination was right on top of a trap. When Gears's body touched the platform, a comically large springboard jettisoned him into the air. All eyes were on him as he blasted off again. He'd come down... eventually.

___"Well, I suppose some of the opposing team get to go skeet shooting now!"

Gears is out for the next round of posting and may not react to any attacks against him!

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@LilyNion, @Darasuum, @JoeWing

___Hell on Heels was on a mission, and that mission was petty revenge. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. At the very least, Demagol could rest assured that he wouldn't return to a keyed starship. Probably.

___As she crouched and took aim, the line of sight on Demagol was clear and uninterrupted. As focused as he was on his revenge, he forgot the ever-important detail that this wasn't the top lane in Federation of Folklore. There were other players who wanted to hurt him to try and win the game. Hell on Heels pulled the trigger on her bowcaster with all the ferocity of the wookies that typically wielded them, and the bolt pierced the air and punched through Demagol's raiment and into his shoulder.

___"I think she's getting tired of him using that thing!" Dex laughed.

___Meanwhile, Bow-ster came up on her flank after grabbing the weapon of choice for the tiny, yippy natives of Endor. The weapons teams didn't appropriately size the armament for a human like him, and he looked silly using it, but that didn't hamper his endeavour to attack Hell on Heels again. It might not have been an arrow that pierced the heavens, but it was an arrow that cut through the middle portion of her armour, leaving her with a nasty gash on her side.

___"It seems these teams are quick to hold grudges," Trex observed. "You know, we have one-on-one cage matches!"

___"Tickets on sale, buy one, get one one-sixteenth off!"

___"HUTTBALL IS BETTER!!"

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@The Good Doctor, @René

___The rocket launcher hadn't worked out for The Rock in the last round, but a thermal detonator certainly would, right? Every other explosive so far had been a complete dud, including the wrist rocket Demagol had just fired. One of them had to work correctly eventually, and who better to put that gamble of probability to the test than Un "The Rock-solid" Dume?

___With his questionably trusty thermal detonator tucked away, he broke immediately for the ball! As the previous holder of the ball, Azure Devil did not take kindly to their turf being encroached upon.

___"It seems we have a conflict going down in the centre for control of the ball!"

___As The Rock reached for the ball, he was interrupted by Azure Devil ferociously defending their claim for it. Lightsaber clashed with the wrist-mounted shield, cutting through it like a hot knife through butter to render it useless. It even left a sizeable cut in The Rock's arm, causing molten-hot slag to drop to the grating underfoot. The ball remained unclaimed, and now the two were in a position to square off in a proper duel for it.

___"A very fierce conflict, at that!" Dex commented. "It seems Azure Devil is not happy about their possession of the ball being taken from them last round!"

 

[Undume]

How did the other team get their hands on a lightsaber? This is bad, Undume has never seen one this upclose and ready to attack him.

That aside, while the Azure organic was too busy trying to slash the Rock up, which hurt a lot by the way - Undume cooked a thermal detonator in his hand and then dropped it on the ground right below them. On top of that, Undume would attempt to give Azure Devil a big rocky hug to ensure that they both get caught in the explosion that is about to ensue. The Rock recongizes that while he's hurt he has no chance against a force user and a lightsaber.

"Did you know that pressure makes rocks explode?" he asked to Azure. If the Polvonite could smirk, he would.

Hopefully this grenade isn't a dud.

Roll 16

 

[Maan Vizsla]

Demagol processed the entertaining shockwave that hurtled Gears into a platformed trap which in turn sent him skyward. The cyborg would have been more annoyed by the non-lethal concussive nature of the warhead but the mostly mechanical Trandoshan was going to be preoccupied with Hell on Heels. Demagol hissed loudly thanks to the wookiee weapon. The hiss was followed by a short aggressive reptilian growl as he staggered from the hit. Joint lubricant and oils for his cybernetic body leaked in the place of blood thanks to the hard hitting nature of the slug thrower. He was lucky it had not blown his arm off at the left shoulder. The armor plating from before protecting his limb was as scraps on the ground

The grinning visage of the butcher moved into action with the collected micro missile pistol in his icy cold digits. With gears airborne Demagol considered him our of the picture for now. The rest of Beakmonkey team however still posed a threat and Hell on Heels had volunteered to be the first to join her cohort in the sky. Additionally, with the Azure Devil engaging the Rock he did not want to hit his own team mate with the R-779 considering its nature when a beautiful target, a former champion no less, presented itself. The Azure Devil could wait and eventually get put between a Rock and hard place.

The apex contractor would fired all six of the micro-missile gun’s rounds in the hopes that they at least struck the pointy eared opponent across the arena with the velocity of a punch (@LilyNion ). The mini-missles could be duds but if they
weren’t they would each be on par with her bowcaster. It would help that Blaster might also continue to target Hell on Heels but Demagol was happy to personally return her malice several times over. With an empty weapon Demagol would need to replace it. Thus, he moved towards a nearby vibroknife [3]. Even if it did not vibrate, a sharp edge never ran out of ammo.

Spoiler: Dice/OOC

Demagol shoots 6 shots and empties his gun on Hell on Heels then picks up a vibroknife

Big ol' natural 1