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f you haven’t been able to post in the first round, don’t worry! You can post your first round at any point while the competition is still running. For those of you who’ve already posted your introductions, you can start your next post with the talent round.
“Our first contender of the evening, representing the Spacer Guild, it’s everyone’s favorite studly smuggler,
Sly Chance
!” Yula extended her hand with a flourish to the Duros who, before the show, had slipped her some creds and a…photo of himself? Her instincts told her that Sly was flirting. Perhaps he was, given the gyrations he worked the crowd with, his act culminating to a stunning twinkle of luminous sparks that showered the first row.
“Sly Kyros, everyone! The first aid tent is near the pinball machine!” She winced as a few guests swatted at the sparks, quickly waving on the next content.
“Welcome to the stage- uh…ahem.” The spotlight landed on a young man who’d clearly been caught off guard. Yula pursed her lips, and the crowd watched with interest as the antennae protruding from his head receded into a nest of dark curls.
“Straight from Silver Jedi territory, it’s
Starlin Rand
! Give him and his very human appearance a round of applause!” The young man seemed to be embarrassed—either at being caught doing whatever he’d been doing, or by virtue of being in the competition itself. In any event, the merciful spotlight operator quickly switched targets.
Smooth jazz drifted through the speakers, just as the spotlight landed on a sharp-dressed Agarian.
“Here for Hawthorn Detective Agency, it’s the man himself- Private Eye
Hawthorn
!” The man oozed an effortless confidence, the sort that was wrought only through years of experience.
“Ladies and gentleman, that is one sharp dressed fungus. Just check out that chrono.” There was probably a pun in there somewhere, and she was contractually obligated to plug Chase Fashion.
The music track shifted again, this time to a funky beat. The lights landed on a Zeltron man, strobes illuminating the pink flush of his skin and dancing off of the violet hue of his hair.
“Give it up for our next contestant, a man with a mustache more notorious than he is, Kirk Korrado.” Zeltrons knew how to work a crowd, and Kirk appeared to be no exception. A rush of pheromones would wash over the perimeter of the audience, and the screaming fan who’d received a kiss from the pilot was now receiving medical attention after fainting.
After Kirk took his leave, Yula could have sworn that the lights were still hitting him in such a way that his shadow continued to cast its presence on the stage.
“Our next…uh…” The datapad in her hand buzzed and she glanced down, brows furrowing.
“Our next entrant is a…being that goes by the designation of '
Kal
' ”. Yula peered at the shadow-man, who was now twirling around the stage to the sounds of a drug trip.
“I uh…this is a good time to remind everyone that the winner will be announced at the end of the contest.”
While Yula blinked away the strange feeling in her head, the music returned, bringing with it an aggressive, club-like quality. The beats brought her back to the present, as well as the Ithorian twerking in the most assertive manner she’d ever witnessed.
“Doing it for Darkwire, it’s Mr. Wait-He’s-Ithorian,
Jerec Asyr
!” The screaming continued, as did the twerking.
“I hear he’s still single, ladies.”
The next man to take the stage was one that Yula recognized. Heck, she’d known about it since seeing his name on the entry form and boy were her feelings mixed. Her own Uncle Damian strode down the runway,
shirtless, in time to his chosen song.
“Let’s hear it for
Damian Starchaser
, our favorite Jedi-based clone! Remember, nepotism doesn’t exist here.” Silently, she thanked him for not doing something utterly embarrassing. One could argue that introducing your own Uncle in a beefcake competition was as embarrassing as it got. However, both Yula and Damian lacked an appropriate measure of shame.
The music shifted from Damian’s cue to heavy rock, signaling the arrival of a young man with a head of long, blonde hair and a girl on his arm. Dressed casually, he sauntered his way on stage to the cheers of several shrill young women in the front.
“Welcome shapeshifting heartthrob
Warwick Armani Rhonin
to the stage!” Onlookers watched as he pulled his recent beau out of the crowd for a moment for a kiss, to the jealous gasp of some surrounding ladies.
“Heartthrob and heartbreaker, it seems!”
The spotlight shifted away, roaming the stage in search of its next target.
“Our next contestant is—” Yula shifted to the side, glancing behind her wondering where Ru was, but the courier was nowhere to be found. In a burst of blue light and repulsor-boots, the young man zipped through the air in a flashy display of speed and lights.
“—
Ru Comet
, of Comet’s Delivery Service! Be sure to enter the code HEART at checkout for 25% off of body glitter!”
Which actually wasn’t a bad deal, now that she thought about it. The crowd’s attention shifted to the next entrant, the muscle-bound Jedi who made his way on stage with a heavy chain around his neck.
“Another face from Silver space, it’s
Caltin Vanagor
!” The crowd watched in awe as he did a few reps with the heavy chain draped across his shoulders.
“Not the kind of necklace I would have chosen, but that’s Caltin for you, folks! He picks things up and puts them down!”
The music was interrupted by a thunderous trumpeting, and the crowd turned to witness the entrance of a large Cragmoloid. There was a hush over the crowd and a few murmurs as the room fell silent for a few moments, unsure as to whether or not this was an act of aggression, a part of the show, or both. Then, they burst into applause.
“A man who needs no introduction,
Grundark
! Watch the tusks, everyone.” They did look quite pointy.
The next entrant hit the stage dressed in a swanky suit to his soundtrack, emanating confidence. As he sauntered down the runway, Yula announced his entrance.
“Next up is Hansel Aulin with his trademark swagger!” She vaguely recalled seeing his mug on a wanted poster somewhere, and briefly wondered about the attendance of the Bounty Hunter’s Guild tonight.
“Careful that he doesn’t steal your heart, ladies.”
The next name on the list was one Yula had been more familiar with.
“All the way from the Outer Rim, please welcome Judge
Jared Starchaser
!” The crowd watched with interest as Starchaser—one of two—showed off his telekinetic abilities, as well as a few gunslinging motions. A few member of the audience glanced between him and Damian, the most astute perhaps noticing some similarities.
“That’s right, two Starchasers for the price of one.”
While he’d been watching the other contenders with…interest, the spotlight caught the robed form of Okkeus, and away he went. High light tricks and boyish charm garnered plenty of wide-eyed looks from the audience, particularly the interest of a giggling group of young women.
“Let’s hear it for
Okkeus Dainlei
, who is definitely not a Zeltron!” One of the giggling girls squealed at the finger guns and stumbled back, garnering the laughter of her friends. “
Emergency services is going to be busy today, it seems.”
With the introductions over, contestants would begin to prepare for the talent portion of the competition, which would hopefully see the venue remain intact.
"We'll see every one of these studs back here shortly for the talent portion!"
Taking a short break, Yula seated herself at the edge of the stage and started flipping through the contestant order for the next round on her datapad. A pair of familiar faces caught her gaze, just outside of the haze from the screen. A brow went up, then the another. When she’d invited
Mathieu Brion
to the competition, she’d expected to see his name on the entry list. And
Cadere
too—she figured that the latter would enjoy the chance to show off, even playfully. Speaking of playful, she eyed
Rekha Kaarde
and gave her a wink, surprised to see that the woman hadn’t taken part of the slowly growing brawl on her periphery.
Too big now to ignore, Yula’s head swiveled this way and that, trying to find
Ruby Jaxx
—only to observe her in the
middle of said brawl. And…was that
Daiya
there with her? And one of the contestants? Perhaps this started with
Ishani Dinn
and her samples of…whatever she was hawking. At least
Sylvia Virtos
was behaving herself (for the time being, at least). Yula was standing now, teetering on the edge of the stage and her urge to jump into the middle of whatever Ruby and Daiya had gotten themselves into, when some chiseled-faced stud entered the fray. Pursing her lips in hesitation, she scrolled through the list of contendors, trying to match the face with
Dagon Kaze
's name.
(Sorry if there are double tags ilu)
