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First Annual Galactic Games - Avalonia
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Undin Jaii Kryze
Little Crazy Badass
Undin had slowed down before reaching [member="Samka Derith"] and making contact betwheen blades. He went for a double stab on her chest.
Both their Force powers had been reduced thanks to the mecharami pack that [member="Titan Katan"] was used , and even if she outbested Undin in lightsaber dueling , his armour would block the training saber without damage done to the boy . And incase that scenario happened , he could bust out his Ranger's Sprayers and turn her into carbonite.
It was just so easy , he could already taste victory.
[member="Daxton Bane"]
Both their Force powers had been reduced thanks to the mecharami pack that [member="Titan Katan"] was used , and even if she outbested Undin in lightsaber dueling , his armour would block the training saber without damage done to the boy . And incase that scenario happened , he could bust out his Ranger's Sprayers and turn her into carbonite.
It was just so easy , he could already taste victory.
[member="Daxton Bane"]
Ludolf Vaas
"Trust me"
"A water, if you please?" General Vaas craned his neck over his shoulder at a servant in his skybox, while [member="Marzena Choi"] sat placidly by his side. It had been hard to get her off the stimcaf while she was pregnant, but Marzena was doing her best. For his part, Ludolf cradled her hand and gave her a reassuring smile.
Meanwhile, the carnage below was a sight to behold. Fights had erupted everywhere, and it looked as if the First Order was about to make the first goal. Vaas marveled at the effort that [member="Rolf Amsel"] made to secure the Huttball and bring it to the Mandalorian's goal zone in a diving display of athleticism. Meanwhile, [member="Decima Fortan"] looked as though she had brutally clawed at the back of [member="Jessica Med-Beq"].
"Quite a violent game, isn't it, Huttball?" Ludolf said to Marzena in amusement as the two looked on.
It was a good thing that General Vaas did not know about the Galactic Alliance infiltrator, [member="Zonia Kalranoos"] yet. Especially the fact that she had just been given her own suite by [member="Corvo Santagar"]. If Vaas found out, she would not be welcome.
Meanwhile, the carnage below was a sight to behold. Fights had erupted everywhere, and it looked as if the First Order was about to make the first goal. Vaas marveled at the effort that [member="Rolf Amsel"] made to secure the Huttball and bring it to the Mandalorian's goal zone in a diving display of athleticism. Meanwhile, [member="Decima Fortan"] looked as though she had brutally clawed at the back of [member="Jessica Med-Beq"].
"Quite a violent game, isn't it, Huttball?" Ludolf said to Marzena in amusement as the two looked on.
It was a good thing that General Vaas did not know about the Galactic Alliance infiltrator, [member="Zonia Kalranoos"] yet. Especially the fact that she had just been given her own suite by [member="Corvo Santagar"]. If Vaas found out, she would not be welcome.
Zonia Kalranoos
Caveat emptor
The Director of Intelligence did not give Zonia only her own skybox, he gave her his personal seat high up in the stadium, which guaranteed a fantastic view of the crowd and the playfield. That much became evident as the door slid open and Santagar's name was displayed on the reservations screen. Zonia quirked a curious brow; she certainly got much more than she bargained for. The Prakithan took a seat and leaned in to admire the vista, before her gaze slipped to the card Corvo had gave her. She idly played with it, slipping it back and forth between her nimble fingers.
Without a doubt, that particular card opened many doors with the First Order. He was on top of the Imperial food chain and this is how she knew he didn't just naively leave his contact information. A bait, if you will, for a very own game of theirs. Perhaps even a trap. She stared into the playfield, completely oblivious to the score.
He couldn't charge her for spying, as she used her real name and credentials to enter the stadium. She was not only unarmed, but had no working knowledge how to operate a weapon of any sort. If he was to arrest her, it would be a first-class diplomatic scandal. Surely, she was not representing the Alliance in any capacity, but they've already gone to certain lengths to extract her. For instance, Chandrila. Rogue Squadron and a platoon of spec-ops were dispatched to her rescue. This would not be the case here.
Zonia felt she was not welcome. Their nominal inclusivity was a trick. The air around her reeked of tension; First Order was preparing for war. Like a seagull caught amidst a typhoon, she had to flock to the nearest shore.
She reached for her comm and brought up the virtual keyboard, then typed up the number stated on the card in the header of the message.
You are too kind, Director. If you treat your adversaries like this, I wonder how you treat your friends. Allow me to return the favor. Dinner tonight, if you please.
Zonia Kalranoos
Her finger hovered over the send button a few moments before pressing it. Tables would be turning either way tonight.
[member="Corvo Santagar"]
Without a doubt, that particular card opened many doors with the First Order. He was on top of the Imperial food chain and this is how she knew he didn't just naively leave his contact information. A bait, if you will, for a very own game of theirs. Perhaps even a trap. She stared into the playfield, completely oblivious to the score.
He couldn't charge her for spying, as she used her real name and credentials to enter the stadium. She was not only unarmed, but had no working knowledge how to operate a weapon of any sort. If he was to arrest her, it would be a first-class diplomatic scandal. Surely, she was not representing the Alliance in any capacity, but they've already gone to certain lengths to extract her. For instance, Chandrila. Rogue Squadron and a platoon of spec-ops were dispatched to her rescue. This would not be the case here.
Zonia felt she was not welcome. Their nominal inclusivity was a trick. The air around her reeked of tension; First Order was preparing for war. Like a seagull caught amidst a typhoon, she had to flock to the nearest shore.
She reached for her comm and brought up the virtual keyboard, then typed up the number stated on the card in the header of the message.
You are too kind, Director. If you treat your adversaries like this, I wonder how you treat your friends. Allow me to return the favor. Dinner tonight, if you please.
Zonia Kalranoos
Her finger hovered over the send button a few moments before pressing it. Tables would be turning either way tonight.
[member="Corvo Santagar"]
Daxton Bane
Character
[member="Titan Kryze"] voice chirped in his ear, trying to remind them about the game as he needed a reminder. In case no one was paying attention he had just left the Silver Sanctum goal keeper a gibbering mess and was about to take out their support as well. Reducing the Sanctum to just one player was good strategy, one he planned to use on the Sith team as well.
Moving in to support [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"] the pair made a deadly combination, working in unison as if they have been working together for a long time. It was rare to find someone like that, a synergy of Chaos.
Moving in to support [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"] the pair made a deadly combination, working in unison as if they have been working together for a long time. It was rare to find someone like that, a synergy of Chaos.
Progflaw99
Well-Known Member
Everything was spinning. As he'd jumped he'd managed to turn his body slightly but he'd kept spinning as his body plunged mid-air towards the goal. Several large bolts flew through the air, close enough to since the uniform he was wearing. Adrenaline was already pumping furiously through his body his arms wrapped tightly around the ball. There was no stopping him now, mid-air, the worst that could happen would be a lucky blaster bolt finding its mark. Rolf had lived for this moment and to score the first goal, while not originally the plan, had turned into quite the opportunity. Even now he could tell there was a flurry of blaster fire arcing towards him, and he braced himself for it, there was nothing more to do.
His body and the huttball crossed the line into the Mandalorian goal, a feral grin crossing his features as he began to fall towards the ground. As he prepared for the ground to come rushing up he felt a slight shift, one he'd not felt for a while. It confused him. The feeling was a warning, but it was too late to do anything about it. A blaster bolt had come sailing towards him, Rolf's connection to the Force trying to warn him but his lack of skill and potential ultimately was too weak. As his body hit the ground, it too was hit. One of the Silver Sanctum's own, [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] , had been firing her bowcaster and finally had found her mark.
"Goal!"
Pain... and then nothing. Rolf's body unceremoniously crumpled into a heap inside the Mandalorian goal, the ball clutched within his quickly fading grasp. He'd made it. His celebration was short-lived however as consciousness faded into a murky cloud. He may have scored but it was at a cost. The bolt from the Wookie Bowcaster was powerful yet, even on stun. His body groaned in complaint as he tried desperately to recover but only managed to release his grip on the huttball. The game would continue of course, but Rolf... he wasn't going to be able to shake this one off. He'd been stunned before but not by such large weaponry, he estimated it could take several minutes to recover fully. It was a shame he'd not been in a position to activate his shield, he would have to remember that the next time. Pushing himself up on one knee, he tried to rise only to be met with a wave of nausea which forced him back to the ground. Hopefully his sacrifice had been worth it, both to the crowd and his teammates. Normally he would have expected to revel in the score but because of his condition, he left that to the crowd and to his team... he would celebrate later, after the game was over. Partially because he didn't like to celebrate prematurely, but also because currently he was trying to muster up the fortitude to keep pressing on after that solid hit he'd taken.
His body and the huttball crossed the line into the Mandalorian goal, a feral grin crossing his features as he began to fall towards the ground. As he prepared for the ground to come rushing up he felt a slight shift, one he'd not felt for a while. It confused him. The feeling was a warning, but it was too late to do anything about it. A blaster bolt had come sailing towards him, Rolf's connection to the Force trying to warn him but his lack of skill and potential ultimately was too weak. As his body hit the ground, it too was hit. One of the Silver Sanctum's own, [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] , had been firing her bowcaster and finally had found her mark.
"Goal!"
Pain... and then nothing. Rolf's body unceremoniously crumpled into a heap inside the Mandalorian goal, the ball clutched within his quickly fading grasp. He'd made it. His celebration was short-lived however as consciousness faded into a murky cloud. He may have scored but it was at a cost. The bolt from the Wookie Bowcaster was powerful yet, even on stun. His body groaned in complaint as he tried desperately to recover but only managed to release his grip on the huttball. The game would continue of course, but Rolf... he wasn't going to be able to shake this one off. He'd been stunned before but not by such large weaponry, he estimated it could take several minutes to recover fully. It was a shame he'd not been in a position to activate his shield, he would have to remember that the next time. Pushing himself up on one knee, he tried to rise only to be met with a wave of nausea which forced him back to the ground. Hopefully his sacrifice had been worth it, both to the crowd and his teammates. Normally he would have expected to revel in the score but because of his condition, he left that to the crowd and to his team... he would celebrate later, after the game was over. Partially because he didn't like to celebrate prematurely, but also because currently he was trying to muster up the fortitude to keep pressing on after that solid hit he'd taken.
[member="Titan Katan"] | [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"] | [member="Daxton Bane"] | [member="Decima Fortan"] | [member="Samka Derith"]
Bombshell Genius
Jessica's move was too little, too late, she couldn't prevent the FO from scoring, but the First Order is going to be on the penalty kill for a few minutes. She recovered the ball from Rolf's hands, while facing pressure from one [member="Daxton Bane"]. She was forced to aim the bowcaster on one hand, but that meant that she had to hold the bowcaster against her breast. And even that slowed her down a little bit when she didn't fire it. Meanwhile, she instead makes for the First Order's goal. There was enough time on the power play for both the Mandos and the Silvers to attempt scoring in the First Order zone. Hopefully she wouldn't get the bowcaster bolt batted back when she comes to a complete stop to fire a few shots at Daxton, and then be back on her way. That, knowing that the bowcaster bolts would prove to be a distraction at best. Would Daxton spot the stunned First Order NFU player before he noticed her firing a few bowcaster shots?
[member="Decima Fortan"] [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"] [member="Titan Katan"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Tyyni Oluja"] [member="Valae Kitra"]
[member="Decima Fortan"] [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"] [member="Titan Katan"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Tyyni Oluja"] [member="Valae Kitra"]
Dunames Lopez
Megalomaniac CEO of Star Tours
The crowd was ecstatic to see [member="Rolf Amsel"] score into an empty net, but that goal was followed by gasps among the crowd, when he ate one of [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]'s hits. Out on the perch where Dunames got, the press gallery, she saw the whole scene being played out, where Jessica hit Rolf with a bowcaster, rendering Rolf catatonic. Dunames could easily imagine how horrified would some people be, especially some races like Omwati or other races who disliked such violent bread-and-circuses, or even people, like Virginie, who seemed to harken back often to the era where the First Order's bread-and-circuses were more tame and included things like figure skating (Virginie sat on the Council of 22 back in that day). But clearly the game wasn't quite the same as the crowd expected on holo, and not just because three teams duked it out rather than the usual two.
"Poor [member="Tyyni Oluja"]! He was getting pummeled and then [member="Daxton Bane"] reached for Jessica; in a vain attempt by Jessica to take the ball out of Rolf, she shot a bowcaster on stun"
"And then [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"] charged for [member="Samka Derith"]; luckily for the First Order, [member="Rolf Amsel"] scored before Jessica could take him out"
"It seems that the Mando strategy is to reduce their opponents down to one man apiece: they think [member="Valae Kitra"] is slow, they left her alone. But [member="Titan Katan"] is again sleeping on the field! And [member="Decima Fortan"] must be in there somewhere"
"Poor [member="Tyyni Oluja"]! He was getting pummeled and then [member="Daxton Bane"] reached for Jessica; in a vain attempt by Jessica to take the ball out of Rolf, she shot a bowcaster on stun"
"And then [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"] charged for [member="Samka Derith"]; luckily for the First Order, [member="Rolf Amsel"] scored before Jessica could take him out"
"It seems that the Mando strategy is to reduce their opponents down to one man apiece: they think [member="Valae Kitra"] is slow, they left her alone. But [member="Titan Katan"] is again sleeping on the field! And [member="Decima Fortan"] must be in there somewhere"
Samka Derith
Decitus Ren
She'd been duelling the boy when it happened. [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"] had been putting her on the defence but it was nothing too strenuous. A dodge here and a jab there would turn it around, she'd managed to graze the armour on his kneecap in a swift counterattack when the crowd went wild. Sam untangled herself from the duel, leaping backwards to put distance between her and her attacker, so she could assess the changing situation.
They'd scored!
Sam smiled and released a long, relieved breath but it was short lived as her teammate collapsed right after. Like a rotten scavenger, his attacker, [member="Jessica Med-Beq"], plucked the ball from the man's fingers and ran. Now she had two options: she could chase the ball or attend to the fallen. She sighed realising the better long-term strategy would be to preserve strength as a unit. The Silver Sanctum player had fired at one of the Mandalorians so a clash between the two seemed very likely. There was also [member="Decima Fortan"] defending their goal so all in all enough to keep everyone occupied for the ball for the time being.
Dashing over to [member="Rolf Amsel"], she saw the man was barely conscious. He'd been hit hard. "On your feet, Amsel." She whispered in his ear as she knelt besides him. "Here, this... this should help a bit." Healing with the Force had never been her forte but she'd had moderate success in lessons back at the academy. She ran her palm less than an inch over where the damage seemed greatest. It wouldn't be a permanent solution at all, she was no professional healer, but it would hopefully numb the pain a bit. Enough to get him back in the game.
She turned, lightsaber drawn over her fallen teammate. The message was clear, she was still fresh and anyone who got cowardly ideas of attacking the weak would have to go through her first.
They'd scored!
Sam smiled and released a long, relieved breath but it was short lived as her teammate collapsed right after. Like a rotten scavenger, his attacker, [member="Jessica Med-Beq"], plucked the ball from the man's fingers and ran. Now she had two options: she could chase the ball or attend to the fallen. She sighed realising the better long-term strategy would be to preserve strength as a unit. The Silver Sanctum player had fired at one of the Mandalorians so a clash between the two seemed very likely. There was also [member="Decima Fortan"] defending their goal so all in all enough to keep everyone occupied for the ball for the time being.
Dashing over to [member="Rolf Amsel"], she saw the man was barely conscious. He'd been hit hard. "On your feet, Amsel." She whispered in his ear as she knelt besides him. "Here, this... this should help a bit." Healing with the Force had never been her forte but she'd had moderate success in lessons back at the academy. She ran her palm less than an inch over where the damage seemed greatest. It wouldn't be a permanent solution at all, she was no professional healer, but it would hopefully numb the pain a bit. Enough to get him back in the game.
She turned, lightsaber drawn over her fallen teammate. The message was clear, she was still fresh and anyone who got cowardly ideas of attacking the weak would have to go through her first.
OOC: I see Undin Kryze now has a Silver Sanctum tag. That, er, won't get confusing ha
Undin Jaii Kryze
Little Crazy Badass
Undin saw as the girl ungaged from combat and ran to help the weakling, weakling who had scored on their goal. Undin ran with his lightsabers towards the woman and started engaging again in combat , going for a double head stab. He didn't care about the game anymore , this now was about ending the duel. She thought she could attack a Mando and run? Not this Mando , sis.
[member="Samka Derith"] [member="Decima Fortan"] [member="Titan Katan"] [member="Rolf Amsel"] [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] [member="Tyyni Oluja"] [member="Valae Kitra"]
[member="Samka Derith"] [member="Decima Fortan"] [member="Titan Katan"] [member="Rolf Amsel"] [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] [member="Tyyni Oluja"] [member="Valae Kitra"]
Jedi Healer
Before Valae knew it, she was on the ground next to [member="Tyyni Oluja"]. She turned to her teammate, a look of concern written on her face. Her eyes took in the wounds that marked the Hutt’s midsection and one across his forehead. She could see the blood dripping down his face, her heart sank. Was this worth it? Valae’s mind completely left the Huttball game for a moment, concentrating solely on her injured friend. “It’ll be alright, don’t worry.” Almost as though she had gleaned insight into his thoughts.
She gathered the sleeve of her robe and dabbed the blood away from Tyyni’s eyes. Her palm extended slowly, and her hand seemed to glow with a gentle and benevolent light. She would not have time to heal him completely, but she hoped that she could ease the immediate pain and bring him some comfort. The force began to move from her hand, and the Hutt would feel some of the pain lifting.
“Sorry – it’s not much,” Valae said with a nod, “But I hope it will keep you going. Are you okay?”
Her attention shifted, it seemed that [member="Rolf Amsel"] had made it to the Mandalorian goal. There were now lights flashing, sirens blaring, and a crowd of First Order fans cheering for their team. Oh well. But at the moment, it looked like he was out for the count, having taken a hit from [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]’s bowcaster. Valae felt a smirk forming on her face at the sight of him on the ground; he only got what was coming to him. She pushed up from the ground as her teammate seemed to be engaged with [member="Daxton Bane"], Valae readied her saber – she would be there if needed.
She gathered the sleeve of her robe and dabbed the blood away from Tyyni’s eyes. Her palm extended slowly, and her hand seemed to glow with a gentle and benevolent light. She would not have time to heal him completely, but she hoped that she could ease the immediate pain and bring him some comfort. The force began to move from her hand, and the Hutt would feel some of the pain lifting.
“Sorry – it’s not much,” Valae said with a nod, “But I hope it will keep you going. Are you okay?”
Her attention shifted, it seemed that [member="Rolf Amsel"] had made it to the Mandalorian goal. There were now lights flashing, sirens blaring, and a crowd of First Order fans cheering for their team. Oh well. But at the moment, it looked like he was out for the count, having taken a hit from [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]’s bowcaster. Valae felt a smirk forming on her face at the sight of him on the ground; he only got what was coming to him. She pushed up from the ground as her teammate seemed to be engaged with [member="Daxton Bane"], Valae readied her saber – she would be there if needed.
Now that a goal had been scored, the board above them displayed First Order – 1, Mandalorian Clans – 0, Silver Sanctum – 0.
The ball re-set to the middle of the field, waiting ready for any that would come to take it.
Marzena returned Ludolf’s smile, and gazed fondly into his blue eyes – completely forgetting about the game of Huttball being played down on the field below. Her attention shifted as a bottle of water was presented to her, and she nodded her thanks to the waiter. She took a dainty sip, it was cool and refreshing, but did very little to actually make her feel revitalized. How she missed caf...
She let her dark gaze wander leisurely back to the game, where various team members were seemingly engaged in small battles. Weapons, feats of strength, force powers – it seemed to be quite the mash-up of skills, and the players below appeared to be using whatever means necessary to score. But it seemed to Marzena that many of them were simply picking fights with members of opposing teams, likely just to shake them up a bit.
“Mmm.” She nodded, “I’m not sure that Huttball is my taste.” Marzena smiled, just to let [member="Ludolf Vaas"] know that she was still having a good time. “What’s happening?” She cast a quick glance around, the crowd all around them cheering wildly for the First Order team. Surely, she had missed something. Marzena sat forward slightly, now seeing that the ball had been carried to the Mandalorian goal.
“Quite impressive!” She grinned, curious to see what would come next.
She let her dark gaze wander leisurely back to the game, where various team members were seemingly engaged in small battles. Weapons, feats of strength, force powers – it seemed to be quite the mash-up of skills, and the players below appeared to be using whatever means necessary to score. But it seemed to Marzena that many of them were simply picking fights with members of opposing teams, likely just to shake them up a bit.
“Mmm.” She nodded, “I’m not sure that Huttball is my taste.” Marzena smiled, just to let [member="Ludolf Vaas"] know that she was still having a good time. “What’s happening?” She cast a quick glance around, the crowd all around them cheering wildly for the First Order team. Surely, she had missed something. Marzena sat forward slightly, now seeing that the ball had been carried to the Mandalorian goal.
“Quite impressive!” She grinned, curious to see what would come next.
Dravis Rosilla
By Candlelight
Tyyni looked down at the ground, sagging. His lip quivered slightly, and his eyes were glossy, blinking away blood and tears. He felt a cloth move over the area, letting him see [member="Valae Kitra"] standing over him, concerned. Then she extended her hand, and Tyyni saw a soft, friendly light wash over his wounds. The pain that had been so dominating but a moment ago began to fade, leaving the Hutt with only mild burns, and a faded line along his forehead.
Looking into his fellow Jedi's eyes, Padawan Oluja used all of his willpower not to break down, to cry in her arms. That would be embarrassing, especially in front of so many hostile onlookers. Tyyni had learned enough about Huttball to know that the weak ones were targeted, dismantled. He couldn't show weakness. When she asked him if he were alright, he nodded, verdant green eyes like fragile glass.He was quite obviously not alright, but no amount of healing would be able to ease his upset mind. His cool had been broken, leaving behind a shattered child. "Go, help [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]. I will survive." That was most likely a true statement, but in this game, no one could know for sure.
Padawan Oluja payed little attention to the rest of the field, but noticed the First Order's goal, the flaring lights startling him. He had been assaulted, and the encounter left him scarred, to say the least.
Looking into his fellow Jedi's eyes, Padawan Oluja used all of his willpower not to break down, to cry in her arms. That would be embarrassing, especially in front of so many hostile onlookers. Tyyni had learned enough about Huttball to know that the weak ones were targeted, dismantled. He couldn't show weakness. When she asked him if he were alright, he nodded, verdant green eyes like fragile glass.He was quite obviously not alright, but no amount of healing would be able to ease his upset mind. His cool had been broken, leaving behind a shattered child. "Go, help [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]. I will survive." That was most likely a true statement, but in this game, no one could know for sure.
Padawan Oluja payed little attention to the rest of the field, but noticed the First Order's goal, the flaring lights startling him. He had been assaulted, and the encounter left him scarred, to say the least.
Daxton Bane
Character
And just as suddenly the battlefield situation changed, almost like pair of stalking Lanza tigers on a blood hunt, the much younger [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"] and Daxton both focused on the same pair of now vulnerable First Order competitors. With the natural grace of an apex predator on his home turf, Daxton struck without mercy or remorse.
As he closed the gap between them, he telepathically sent his lightsabers and alchemical blades to engage and harrass [member=Samka Derith]. The blades would coming from all angles and directions which would force her to concentrate just to defend herself, which was a suitable distraction to allow his team mate to get through her guard and strike with his attack.
Not breaking stride, Daxton would grab [member=Rolf Amsel] by the head and delivered a vicious running neckbreaker DDT to his semi coherent foe. The main impact of that attack was the jaw slamming against armored shoulder in a stunning brain jarring blow which could potentially knock him unconscious or aggravate the effect of getting blasted by stun bolts. Should his foe be still conscious, he would immediately strike with a Clothesline from Hell in a vicious display of arrogance and might. Turning two armored clenched fists to face each other, Daxton extended both pinkie fingers to signal that Rolf was just Old Schooled, a move made popular by Intergalactic Wrestling League, an underground fighting league that specialized in brutal interspecie wrestling fights.
Before he could taunt his opponent further the Sith was pummeled by three blows to the side by Jessica's bowcaster. The floating blades would waver in the air as he reestablished his concentration before returning to protect him from further attacks. While the brunt of the damage had been absorbed by the built in bacta pack component and did not require additional healing from his Orbalisk symbiote, he could feel the Dark Side draw closer as he tapped into his hatred for all the woma stood for. That human probably had a death wish, one the Sith would be happy to oblige once he caught his breath. Perhaps he would teach her a lesson by wrapping that caster around her head and punting into the crowd.
As he closed the gap between them, he telepathically sent his lightsabers and alchemical blades to engage and harrass [member=Samka Derith]. The blades would coming from all angles and directions which would force her to concentrate just to defend herself, which was a suitable distraction to allow his team mate to get through her guard and strike with his attack.
Not breaking stride, Daxton would grab [member=Rolf Amsel] by the head and delivered a vicious running neckbreaker DDT to his semi coherent foe. The main impact of that attack was the jaw slamming against armored shoulder in a stunning brain jarring blow which could potentially knock him unconscious or aggravate the effect of getting blasted by stun bolts. Should his foe be still conscious, he would immediately strike with a Clothesline from Hell in a vicious display of arrogance and might. Turning two armored clenched fists to face each other, Daxton extended both pinkie fingers to signal that Rolf was just Old Schooled, a move made popular by Intergalactic Wrestling League, an underground fighting league that specialized in brutal interspecie wrestling fights.
Before he could taunt his opponent further the Sith was pummeled by three blows to the side by Jessica's bowcaster. The floating blades would waver in the air as he reestablished his concentration before returning to protect him from further attacks. While the brunt of the damage had been absorbed by the built in bacta pack component and did not require additional healing from his Orbalisk symbiote, he could feel the Dark Side draw closer as he tapped into his hatred for all the woma stood for. That human probably had a death wish, one the Sith would be happy to oblige once he caught his breath. Perhaps he would teach her a lesson by wrapping that caster around her head and punting into the crowd.
Bombshell Genius
Even though, by firing her three shots at one [member="Daxton Bane"] in an attempt to force him off [member="Samka Derith"], Jessica achieved little more than a few seconds of delaying tactics while [member="Valae Kitra"] had to deal with Daxton and Jessica ran towards the ball. Her near-Wookiee morphology gave her pretty long legs, and hence sprinting power for rushes towards the ball without having to use the Force. That, without doubting that the bowcaster would be dealing glancing blows when batted back, rendering her unable to use a bowcaster. No way she can use a bowcaster one-handed, and neither would real Wookiees. Would Valae actually be able to cover Jessica when she took the ball, only time would tell. But that was her strategy anyway. And pressure has been taken off her teammate [member="Tyyni Oluja"] (or Tiny the Hutt as he was known in SSC sporting circles) since Samka Derith was taken up by [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"]. All of that meant that the ball was ripe for the taking; she grabbed it in the center of the field.
"I've got the ball, cover me, Valae; we'll see who is the slow team here"
"I've got the ball, cover me, Valae; we'll see who is the slow team here"
skin, bone, and arrogance
Decima pumped her fist into the air, cheering along with the rest of the home team crowd for the impressive actions of her teammate [member="Rolf Amsel"] while she had been busy ... doing stuff... on the field. Or whatever.
But now it was time to move. The ball disappeared, materializing back at the center of the field, and when Decima turned, she saw that [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] rushing for the ball spawn. She seized the ball without much competition. Well, it was time to change that, wasn't it? Decima took off in a sprint towards Jessica. The Ren had taken the peculiar blonde down once, and she didn't know why she couldn't do it again. She drew on the Force, used it to fuel her, to allow her to push even when her lungs burned in protest.
Drawing her blaster, she slowed down as she came into midrange, and squeezed a few shots off at Jessica -- stun bolts only, but enough to ruin her day.
But now it was time to move. The ball disappeared, materializing back at the center of the field, and when Decima turned, she saw that [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] rushing for the ball spawn. She seized the ball without much competition. Well, it was time to change that, wasn't it? Decima took off in a sprint towards Jessica. The Ren had taken the peculiar blonde down once, and she didn't know why she couldn't do it again. She drew on the Force, used it to fuel her, to allow her to push even when her lungs burned in protest.
Drawing her blaster, she slowed down as she came into midrange, and squeezed a few shots off at Jessica -- stun bolts only, but enough to ruin her day.
skin, bone, and arrogance
"Certainly, I do," Natasi agreed, her attention momentarily distracted by the goal scored by the First Order team. She reminded herself to put [member="Rolf Amsel"] up for a commendation. She applauded politely, considering her next steps with [member="Darth Carnifex"]. He was not a man to be trifled with, but his Empire was not yet on the same level as the First Order. It could be useful to have an ally in the region, but she worried that there might be some... chaffing, with two young and hungry Empires seeking to feed their machines. "In fact," she said, turning now to face him fully, her attention returned from the game. "Perhaps there are things that we can do to help one another along the way now."
The Moff uncrossed her ankles, adjusted her position in her chair and re-crossed them the opposite way, now leaning over to speak conspiratorially. "The First Order is in a position to offer assistance in any number of ways as a show of good will -- all under the table, of course. We'd like to keep the lines of communication open. We certainly have no intention of interfering with affairs on Panatha. However, as you have likely guessed, we have plans to expand our influence, with sectors containing promising systems for First Order membership northwards and eastwards towards the core. Should your Empire come into a position where it sought to expand its territory, I'd like to avoid a situation where we were competing for territory."
She smiled delicately. "I hope we can agree on this, as well, Your Lordship."
The Moff uncrossed her ankles, adjusted her position in her chair and re-crossed them the opposite way, now leaning over to speak conspiratorially. "The First Order is in a position to offer assistance in any number of ways as a show of good will -- all under the table, of course. We'd like to keep the lines of communication open. We certainly have no intention of interfering with affairs on Panatha. However, as you have likely guessed, we have plans to expand our influence, with sectors containing promising systems for First Order membership northwards and eastwards towards the core. Should your Empire come into a position where it sought to expand its territory, I'd like to avoid a situation where we were competing for territory."
She smiled delicately. "I hope we can agree on this, as well, Your Lordship."
Eternal Father
"You needn't worry, Lady Fortan." he said reassuringly, "When I was a Voice in the One Sith, I was charged with overseeing the vast swath of the Unknown Regions for the Dark Lord, the Empire had always planned to expand further towards the rim of the galaxy. Alas we were blinded by our war with the Republic, and those dreams never became reality. But even as the war began to span the years I never wavered in my task to explore and document the Unknown Regions, my soldiers and scientists exploring the untraversed void with unwavering diligence, and even now after my departure from their ranks those logs and charts are still solely in my care."
He produced a small holoprojector from his person, and sat it down on the small table that separated their seats. At the press of a button it projected a blank map of the galaxy with the Pacanth Reach highlighted in a dark gray and the Imperial Order in a dark blue. The Imperial Order was much larger than the small swath of space the Black Iron Tyrant called home, but after another series of modifications that small little blotch began to expand exponentially out into the Unknown Regions. "With my one-of-a-kind charts and data logs, I envision to undertake what the One Sith were unable to accomplish because of the war. I will bring order to the Unknown Regions, which will hopefully not contradict whatever plans your Order has for these promising systems in the north and east you covet."
Negotiations like this required a bit of trust on both sides, and the Dark Lord was willing to divulge a portion of his expansionist ideas to further progress cooperation between two Imperialist states.
He produced a small holoprojector from his person, and sat it down on the small table that separated their seats. At the press of a button it projected a blank map of the galaxy with the Pacanth Reach highlighted in a dark gray and the Imperial Order in a dark blue. The Imperial Order was much larger than the small swath of space the Black Iron Tyrant called home, but after another series of modifications that small little blotch began to expand exponentially out into the Unknown Regions. "With my one-of-a-kind charts and data logs, I envision to undertake what the One Sith were unable to accomplish because of the war. I will bring order to the Unknown Regions, which will hopefully not contradict whatever plans your Order has for these promising systems in the north and east you covet."
Negotiations like this required a bit of trust on both sides, and the Dark Lord was willing to divulge a portion of his expansionist ideas to further progress cooperation between two Imperialist states.
[member="Natasi Fortan"]
skin, bone, and arrogance
"Your dedication to this task brings you credit, if you don't mind my saying," Natasi said with a tight smile. "And if there is anything that I can offer in the way of assistance, I hope you'll let my office know. Before I go I can get you my card -- my PPS carries them, she's right outside. In fact, I think it could be useful to be in touch generally. If we hear anything useful we can pass it along to you. That sort of thing." She studied the map that he provided, impressed with his preparedness. "Of course, there is the matter of the upstart Galactic Alliance in the general neighborhood. I feel we've been circling one another for years, sizing one another up as a butcher would a bantha."
Again, the Moff studied the map, envisioning the golden blotch of the Alliance perilously close -- not just to the First Order's blue, but to the Pacanth grey as well. "We are loathe to get involved in any kind of military conflict, of any scale, with another galactic power, but there may come a time when we have no choice." She glanced up at the man opposite, then let her gaze travel to the field briefly, not wanting to seem too intense, or too relieved by his answer. "But alas, you have put my mind at ease regarding our mutual expansionary efforts. I would much rather have a friendly neighbor than another butcher in my pasture."
Again, the Moff studied the map, envisioning the golden blotch of the Alliance perilously close -- not just to the First Order's blue, but to the Pacanth grey as well. "We are loathe to get involved in any kind of military conflict, of any scale, with another galactic power, but there may come a time when we have no choice." She glanced up at the man opposite, then let her gaze travel to the field briefly, not wanting to seem too intense, or too relieved by his answer. "But alas, you have put my mind at ease regarding our mutual expansionary efforts. I would much rather have a friendly neighbor than another butcher in my pasture."
Jedi Healer
Valae flashed [member="Tyyni Oluja"] an encouraging smile, and nodded firmly when he said to go help [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]. Her feet were still hesitant; for she knew deep down that her Hutt teammate was shaken. However, it was time to get back to the game. Valae’s head turned sharply as she heard Jessica call out, shouting for her to provide cover. But again, she was a moment too late. It seemed that the slim Brunette on the First Order team had taken a shine to the tall blonde. As [member="Decima Fortan"] took off after Jessica, Valae followed closely on her heels.
While she was still vaguely aware of the other players on the field, her attention was focused on Decima’s back. Her hand shot out, aiming a quick force push in the young woman’s direction. It wasn’t enough to send her petite form soaring through the air, but perhaps it would be just enough to make her trip and fall.
Her eyes were now on Jessica, checking to see if she had made it past the blaster bolts that had been fired in her direction.
While she was still vaguely aware of the other players on the field, her attention was focused on Decima’s back. Her hand shot out, aiming a quick force push in the young woman’s direction. It wasn’t enough to send her petite form soaring through the air, but perhaps it would be just enough to make her trip and fall.
Her eyes were now on Jessica, checking to see if she had made it past the blaster bolts that had been fired in her direction.