Shock 'till ya drop! [OPEN TO GA]

[Loske Treicolt]

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Sullust Gym​

Training was constant for those fighting the good fight.

But the routine of simulations and probabilities could get tedious after a while.

The gym, however, offered many an alternative. And it was no fault of her own that Loske was at the level of ridiculously good when it came to the current sport at hand. Unbeknownst to her, the man who had partially sired her was varsity level, almost a professional player had he not gone amuck and become a dandy pilot instead. She seemed to inherit all the best things from the anonymous donor to her creation.

A pant hung on her lips as she bent over, gloves pressed against her bare knees. Her ponytail slipped over her sweaty shoulder and she stared at the ground to catch her breath after the second round of the exhausting sport. Her team was about to establish dominance and she could see their name being pushed up the board. With a grin, she looked up, forehead dewy from exertion. She teethed the fingertips of her gloves and yanked them off, tucking them beneath her armpits and giving her phalanges a wiggle to stretch them out while her scoop rested against her shin.

The game had lasted about twenty minutes, and the opposition had been pretty tough. She and her partner had outlasted the others though, and the bruised Twi'lek pair were being escorted from the court. They'd agreed to tone down the shock levels to an uncomfortable buzz - which would visually display the sign that the teammates were out. The stakes were less high this way, and if a call was issued, there would be less unconscious alliance members.

In the spirit of actual shock ball games, the gym pumped out excited Glimmik beats. The hyperactive thrum of miscellaneous instruments echoing off the structure walls of the Sullust gym.

Spoiler

Let's play some dangerous sports, friends! For more information on Shock ball - check it out: http://www.starwars.com/news/take-me-out-to-the-ballgame-sports-in-the-star-wars-galaxy-part-2

We can do a round robin. Obviously the teams below aren't reflective of the actual numbers, but here's me being hopeful. Pairs should help it go faster!

TEAM 1 (Name pending):

• Loske Matson
• Open

TEAM 2 (Name pending)

• [member="Isar Kislo"]
• Open

(ETC.)

When you join, please establish which team you're on! I'll keep the roster updated.

OPEN TO JEDI AND NFU! WOOO!

 

[Isar Kislo]

Team 2

Isar rolled his neck from side to side as the team that had been on the field before his own were escorted, no, carried off the field of battle. Isar had played shockball several times in his past, but it was all a distant memory at this point (Implanted Memory: Isar has never actually played shockball). The team that remained on the field had...looked pretty good. In particular the lithe blonde, [member="Loske Matson"], seemed to have a ridiculous affinity for the sport. There was something about the girl that...was...familiar? He couldn't quite place his finger on it. There was something about her general presence that called to his own...like a faint memory of a distant time.

Coming to his feet, Isar high-fived his teammate. "They ain't ready." A broad grin slipped across the tall teenager's features as he strode on to the field with the all the confidence of a seasoned veteran. To be sure, it was the inherited confidence of his unknown maternal genetic donor, [member="Kiskla Grayson"]. In just about every situation, Isar was supremely confident that he could prevail no matter how dire the situation grew.

Just as Isar was about to step on the field, a droid stepped out from the corner of his vision to offer a towel. Isar reacted on instinct, abruptly turning to face the bucket of bolts with a slight outstretched free-hand. "Whoa. Back it up tin-man, I'll air dry." A gentle swell of Force energy radiated out from the young Jedi's palm...had he been younger he probably would have instinctively thrown the droid into the opposing wall with such force that it shattered. His time with the Zeison Sha had granted him a large degree of control over his telekinesis, however.

Mumbling about how much he hated droids, Isar returned his deep blue gaze to the opponents on the field. The smile that had adorned his features disappeared swiftly as the hard lines of determination and preparation settled over his visage.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Isar Kislo"] [member="Loske Matson"]

Team 1

Was he showing his age for utterly a silent prayer for them to turn that fething awful noise down? No, it was the music that was wrong. Jacen had been looking for some sport beyond saber duelling to keep himself occupied for some time. He'd suggested a padawan tournament of grav-ball. Oh how [member="Avalore Eden"] had given him a withering stare for that suggestion. Just because the incident rate for broken limbs was a healthy average of 1.1 per match. But he'd been very good at grav-ball. During his military academy days, following his expulsion from the Jedi Order, the balance and poise he'd garnered from his training at the Coruscant praxeum had served him well. He'd played before a crowd of a good few thousand in the army versus navy game one year.

Perhaps he was getting a tad old for such games, but he had a good right arm and his partner seemed to have a natural flair for the sport. With his scoop held out before him, a gentle flick sent the ball spinning just a foot into the air. Each contact with the scoop was accompanied by a low thrum as the ball crackled with energy. He kept repeating the process. Gentle flick, low thrum, as his eyes fell upon the challengers entering the arena.

"Well at least that big bastard is a large target," he said to Loske with a low chuckle.

 

[Loske Treicolt]

Team 1

One side of her mouth curled upward in a smirk to reflect the chuckle of her teammate. So far, they'd bested two other teams. Rightly - they should be exhausted. But Loske hadn't expended much energy, due to her natural competency of the sport, and [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] she supposed wasn't too beaten from The Force. This was hardly the same as wrestling a Sith, after all. He was just fine.
Her brows quirked knowingly, and she wiggled her hands back into her gloves, picking up the rod that rested against her leg. Her cradle was empty, her shot being the last. A refresher would be tossed to her from the side, and she lifted the stick up to capture the crackling ball and lower it back down.

Light eyes trailed up and down their new team, then back over to her teammate - "What say we bet an eight minute inning?" That was generous by her estimates, but the newcomer did look somewhat familiar - so she'd pegged him as someone she'd played with before. Or had been on the sidelines to discover her and Jacen's techniques. "You wanna throw first this time?"

The inning wasn't set to start for another five, so the current team could refresh themselves.

The droid that had offered [member="Isar Kislo"] a towel, wheeled over now to Loske and Jacen with waterbottles.

"Thank you," the girl afforded, liberating one of the bottles from the droid's clamps.

 

[Isar Kislo]

Isar cracked his neck briefly from side to side working to keep his shoulders loose. The unfortunately reality about tournaments was that...following your own separate team warm-ups, you often had to take steps to keep your muscles loose. In the heat of the arena, hydration was an equally important matter to fend off the inevitable build up of lactic acid in the muscles. [member="Loske Matson"] was correct, however, their team was fresh.

What he did not know, was that their respective skills descended from identical genetic donors. One of them was just...a bit more exhausted, natural abilities or not. The other also had the benefit of the Force training side of their genetic experiment. Needless to say, it would make for an interesting athletic exchange.

Where the young Kiffar had previously been joking casually with his teammate, his deep cerulean gaze now set into a hard look of patient expectancy and determination. The reality of battle had washed over his visage.

[member="Jacen Voidstalker"]