Nar Shaddaa

For the first, and probably only time, it was Cole who was first to arrive at the Huttball arena. That suited him just fine, it had been a hectic day. He found a bench in the locker room and sat, knees wide and shoulders slouched.

Opening his kit, he browsed the selection of vials until found the one he wanted, plucking it from its pocket, one of the restricted drugs that didn't normally see much use. It was half empty. He loaded the vial to a stimpack, pushing the needle through the heavyweight fabric of his pants and into the flesh of his thigh, and pulled the trigger.

For the first time in a while, the pink Twi'lek returned to the team. She needed a few day, but now she had time to play again. She hadn't seen the doctor injecting himself as she went to change.

Cole's repacking his kit when the Twi'lek enters, after a moment, "Aphr, right?"

Niall showed up not long after. He was already dressed and ready to go in his exercise clothing.

He jogged up to join his two teammates. "Cole, Aphr." Each got a nod and a smile, just for them. "It's good to see you."

"Hello" Aphr said with a smile, waving "that's correct. I don't think we've properly met before, even though we've played together."

She moved over to offer her hand to the man to shake. She hadn't gotten changed yet, so was still wearing her usual daily clothes.

"Aphr Ahaya of the Starcross."

She waved to Niall, who got a sweet smile also. "Been a while. Sorry for vanishing from the team for a bit, the...game a few days ago didn't sit well with me."

Cole gets to his feet, much more easily than usual, and firmly shakes Aphr's hand. There are few things that really get under his skin, but people who tried to crush your fingers or gave you the weakest, dead fish shake really grated on him.

"Petty Officer Cole Ormont, Republic Naval Surgeon. If you've got any concerns, we have time before the game."

Aphr Ahaya wrote:She waved to Niall, who got a sweet smile also. "Been a while. Sorry for vanishing from the team for a bit, the...game a few days ago didn't sit well with me."

Niall hesitated a moment, then nodded, returning his smile with a charming one of his own. "That's quite understandable. It was an unusual thing. Or, at least, it would be unusual where I'm from. Here, I gather it might be one of the occasional costs of playing, so to speak."

He brightened. "Anyway, glad to have you back. I actually missed the last few games myself. Things came up." His lips twisted.

Cole Ormont wrote:Cole gets to his feet, much more easily than usual, and firmly shakes Aphr's hand. There are few things that really get under his skin, but people who tried to crush your fingers or gave you the weakest, dead fish shake really grated on him.

"Petty Officer Cole Ormont, Republic Naval Surgeon. If you've got any concerns, we have time before the game."

She matched his handshake with one a little weaker, but she certainly wasn't weak.

"Good to meet you" she gave him a sweet smile "there's plenty to be concerned about, but nothing that needs looking into before our game. Unless there's going to be attacks on the Huttball game, which I doubt."

Niall Organa wrote:Niall hesitated a moment, then nodded, returning his smile with a charming one of his own. "That's quite understandable. It was an unusual thing. Or, at least, it would be unusual where I'm from. Here, I gather it might be one of the occasional costs of playing, so to speak."

He brightened. "Anyway, glad to have you back. I actually missed the last few games myself. Things came up." His lips twisted.

"I suspect it is a cost of playing, I just didn't like it" Aphr frowned "but the team is more important than one game. I hope you're ok?" she motioned to Cole "as Cole says, we have time before the game."

Aphr Ahaya wrote:"I suspect it is a cost of playing, I just didn't like it" Aphr frowned "but the team is more important than one game. I hope you're ok?" she motioned to Cole "as Cole says, we have time before the game."

"I quite agree." Niall nodded his approval, his grey eyes glinting at the young woman.

He sighed, his lips twisting wryly. "Unfortunately, I'd love to tell you, but it's work stuff." He shot Cole a quick glance before turning back to Aphr. "On the other hand, we can talk about you without angry intelligence agents banging on my door tomorrow morning." He angled his body, including Cole, making sure it was a three-way conversation.

A twitch of an eyebrow suggested that Cole did not agree with the Captain's statement, but he said nothing, pale eyes guarded and a hand running through his hair.

"Ah" Aphr nodded "I see. I won't press then, but hope it all works out for the best?" She shrugged, not sure what to say "I can't really talk of my issues, although problems like the amount of blood these 'peace talks' are bringing doesn't sit comfortably with me."

"Yes." Niall sighed. "I hope that it is just the last gasp of those desperate for war to continue. Unfortunately, I fear that this contingent is a large one. Hopefully they won't be successful."

His expression grew a bit less dark. "Well, it won't be for much longer, one way or another. And then we'll be out of your way. What will come next for you, then?"

After turning in a bounty, Remmington hurries over to the Hutt Ball arena, changes, and comes out of the locker room. He jogs out to be exact and waves to everyone. "Hey guys. I hope everyone has been well."

It wasn't good to hold on to all that rage that had been simmering underneath his skin all morning and afternoon. It also wasn't healthy to have as light a wallet as he did right now. Might as well solve two problems with one stone. Finding his way to the Huttball arena, Durasay entered the locker room. Looking about those gathered, he didn't really recognize anyone. Smiling grimly, he found a locker, and folded his trench coat carefully into it.

"Hi, hope you all don't mind me coming in. I heard about the potential from a crewmate of mine, and well, decided to see if there was a spot on a team for a player." He looked at those gathered, his yellow-amber eyes taking each one in. "Durasay Mixo, of the Tortoise."

Jo'ren entered the locker rooms and changed into his Huttball outfit. "Hey team. Thanks for fixing me up Cole. Ready to kick some more ass?"

He looked over towards the changing rooms of the other team. "Looks like a bunch of losers to me."

After greeting Remmington, Cole moved towards the newcomer, offering a hand. "Petty Officer Cole Ormont, glad to have you aboard."

Jo'ren looked over and grinned. "He's good in a fight. I say we bring him on."

Cole chuckled and winked at the Sith, "I hope that's not the only requirement."

Niall Organa wrote:"Yes." Niall sighed. "I hope that it is just the last gasp of those desperate for war to continue. Unfortunately, I fear that this contingent is a large one. Hopefully they won't be successful."

His expression grew a bit less dark. "Well, it won't be for much longer, one way or another. And then we'll be out of your way. What will come next for you, then?"

"Me? Maybe an off-world expedition of my own" Aphr chuckled, smiling again "I'm still deciding my future."

Then others arrived, Aphr smiled and waved to each one, adding a "hey Jo'ren" as the star of the team arrived. He was her favourite as well.

The new person earnt a soft smile from the now tiny Twi'lek in a roomful of large males. "If Jo'ren vouches for you, then I'm fine with it. Aphr Ahaya of the Starcross, and apparently the entire female part of the team" she laughed.

"Sounds like you've been keeping busy Aphr." He gave her a winning smile. "Where off-world?"

The big Sith looked over at Cole and Durasay. "Heh, not the only requirement. Just the one I default to." He shrugged and started stretching.

"Considering your expertise in that matter, I take it as one of the highest compliments, Lord Rath." He grinned at the massive action-hero of a Sith, before while taking in the names.

Cole Ormont. Shaisha spoke of him, I'll need to talk to him post game about the plan. "A pleasure to meet you, Petty Officer Ormont." He shook the hand firmly, his smile still warm. "We have a mutual friend who said I should meet you sometime. Maybe a chance to talk after the game?" Then he turned to address the pink Twi'lek. "Aphr Ahaya. Also a pleasure." His smile softened, showing even more genuine warmth. "The Starcross... I think I've heard of her. Maybe. But any spacer I know I can trust."

The others he didn't know, but he was sure by the end of this, it could be a good bonding experience.

Something flickered in Cole's pale eyes, "I have no plans, we can arrange something." Then, to the group in general, he asked, "who's ready to play?"

Perhaps that announcement was how it came to be Cole that had the huttball, and was leading the team to the court. He wished he'd started things off with more of a bang, at least, the right kind of bang. He passed the ball off to the newcomer just in time, before two of the opposing team members tackled him to the ground.


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[D7 ME] Huttball Rnd1 (Cool): 2eP+1eA+3eD 1 success, 1 threat

+1 Strain

[D7 ME] Huttball Rnd1 (Resilience): 1eP+1eA+2eD 1 failure, 1 advantage

+2 Strain (3 from failure, Advantage to heal 1, total: 3)

Successes: 1
Failures: 0
Score: 0-0

Leadership for Huttball! (Presence 4, Leadership 1, 2x Command, Enhanced Leader, vs. hard difficulty): 1eP+3eA+2eB+1eF+3eD 6 successes, 1 threat, 1 Triumph, 1 Dark Side


Durasay took the field with the others. And immediately sizing up the other team, he figured out their game plan. Taking the ball from Cole as it was passed, he managed to coordinate the team, allowing an opening for a goal, and then another!

Huttball Resilience! (2 brawn vs. average difficulty): 2eA+2eD 1 success, 2 threat


(OOC: Scores 2 goals, suffers 3 strain all told. Strain 3/12)

Successes: 7 (1 triumph)
Failures: 0
Score: 2-0

Niall adapted to the dynamic leadership of Durasay, and helped him split the team into two squads. He kept his in the rear, reacting to threats, and encouraging the rest of the team while Durasay's squad pressed forward.

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Huttball D7 Round 1 - Leadership: 2eP+2eA+3eD 2 successes, 1 advantage


+1 boost for next roller

Huttball D7 Round 1 - Resilience: 2eA+2eD 1 failure, 1 advantage


-2 strain

Successes: 9
Failures: 0
Score: 3-0 (1 triumph)

"Remmington Thalalas with the Skidbladnir. A pleasure to make your acquaintance." He makes his introduction short as the game soon is underway.

The ball is dropped by one of the opposing team members after they take a hard hit. Well I guess now is as good as time as any to show off a little.

His body moves like a blur as he zooms by the entire opposing team and scores yet another goal for the team.


D7 Round 1. HuttBall - Athletics. Boost from Niall = 2 success, 1 advantage, 2 Light Side

Light Side for success.
+1 Boost to Aphr

D7 Round 1. HuttBall - Resilience = 0 success, 3 advantage

+3 Strain
-3 Strain


Successes: 13
Failures: 0
Score: 4-0 (1 triumph)