Star Wars Limited Run Elite League Limmie 307: New Horizons

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Marte Nalo Field at Storm Stadium, Eusebus, Euceron
One year ago

The silver and blue confetti fell like rain around the HoloNet Sports Network reporter. A roar filled the background of the audio track for viewers at home, its volume likely adjusted by the broadcast crew to make sure they could hear the commentary.

“And it’s all over now. 17-13, the Mando’ade Mercs have upset the Euceron Officers,” the Ishi Tib reporter said. “Proving you just never know what’s going to happen on any given Primeday, it was defense that decided this game, not the Euceron midfield that had dominated the league.”

Behind the reporter a couple of victorious Mercs in their road uniforms dashed through the background, likely on their way to celebrate with more of their teammates.

“What a turnaround this season was for both teams. At the start of the season, some wondered if the Mando’ade Mercs were finished after two seasons missing the playoffs, a far cry from their dominance early in the decade. But head coach Alana Kirt proved the galaxy wrong with a return to form for the Mandalorian team, earning her sixth Galactic Cup championship, third as a coach, and further cementing her Hall of Fame status.

“Though they didn’t win in front of their fans today, the Euceron Officers, who hadn’t even made the Galactic Cup Playoffs since 293, were the story of the season with the best regular season record and a +116 point differential, the best for a team since 299,” the reporter continued.

“And gentlebeings, here it comes, the Galactic Cup of Limmie!”

The feed cut to two beings walking the large silver trophy, inscribed with the names of past winners and their rosters, out to a waiting table at midfield. Soon it would be handed by Elite League Commissioner Fenrir Lokensgaard to the captain of the Mercs and the traditional parade across the field would begin, each player handing it to the next one in turn.

It was perhaps the greatest trophy in the galaxy. Beings measured years of their lives in the blood and sweat required to touch the Cup. Some never did. The Mando’ade Mercs of 306 had seen all of their work pay off in this glorious moment.

But it would only be a moment. The Galactic Cup would be with them for a few months. Then it would return to the League, where it would wait for the next champion of Elite League Limmie.

And, if this season was any indication, it could be anyone.

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Elite League Limmie is not an RPG about sports...unless you want it to be.

It is the story of the beings whose lives touch the greatest sports teams in the galaxy. It takes place centuries after the events of the films. You have a blank canvas to develop a character and tell their story. Sports are merely the backdrop for your imagination.

You can be anyone:

• Player
• Coach
• Team staff
• One of the trillions of fans of the sport
• Being who puts the cheese on the nachos (yes, this really happened one season)

Your creativity is the only boundary on your character.

You get to write as many NPCs connected to your limmie team as you want. This gives you the freedom to tell a story as epic or intimate as you want.

ELL is a sandbox game. This means you have a lot of freedom to tell your own story. There will be few GM prompts. Game scores are released weekly. These inform your character’s journey and determine the contours of your story. When you post, you give your team an edge for the next game through the possibility of a higher score.

Collaboration between players is encouraged. Your team will play every other team at least once. This creates built-in opportunities to work with other players.

There are rules of the sport, but they’re not super important. You can draw inspiration from almost any team sport. There’s no one right way to play limmie.

Schedule
This is a short-term game. It will only take a couple of months.

All player and team sheets must be approved and posted by November 7. That's when the regular season will be announced. The first game of the season will be November 13. The Galactic Cup Final, which crowns the season champion, will likely take place on January 8.

At the end of the season, we’ll start a new thread for a new season. You can continue with the game or leave it then.

How to join
PM @Trieste with a completed character sheet:

Name:
Species:
Gender:
Birth year:
Physical appearance: (You can use an image or a description)
Homeworld
Relation to team:
Brief biography: (All you need are a few paragraphs)

You’ll create a team with Trieste’s help and work on a roster. Once you’ve got your team, you can customize the players and staff if desired.

Returning players from the original ELL game: If you played the 306 season in the ELL mega-thread and wish to return with the same character, you are pre-approved. Post your character sheet in this thread to confirm you're in for this season. If you’d like to start with a new character, complete a new character sheet and submit it for approval.

Side stuff
We have an OOC thread in the RPR, Out of Bounds. It’s like Hooper’s: just jump in at the most recent post and don’t worry about what came before. Everyone’s welcome, even if you don’t play in the game.

We also have a library thread. You'll post your team roster here. It also hosts season stats. You can find past seasons there. Dive in if you feel inspired!

In conclusion…
Game on.

 

Returning player

Name: Tay neir
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Birth year: 286 ABY
Physical appearance: Black hair, blue eyes and a scar across right eye
Homeworld: Lucicar
Relation to team: Fan
Brief biography: Tay Neir was once a Jedi Palawan and left the order after the death of his master Anothny Nidor. He now works as a bounty hunter and spends his time when he’s not after a bounty tuning into the game. He does carry a set of lightsabers with him at all times along with a blaster. He also goes by the name of The saber to most.

 

Returning Player - (Note: The bio below is a somewhat condensed version of the full bio; for the full, nearly essay-length (over 1,000 words) version with links to relevant posts from the previous thread, see post #16 in the library thread.)

Character Sheet
Team: Euceron Officers
Name: Tendra Nalo-Linrai
Species: Human. She is technically half-Hapan through her mother, but she hasn't acknowledged that in 20 years since Consortium goons tried to kill her.
Gender: Female
Birth year: 259
Physical appearance: 5'11" and 190 pounds, about 20 pounds less than her playing days. She's lost a little muscle mass, but the outlines of her muscles are still visible at a glance. Her ever-present tan has stuck with her, and she has grown out her blonde hair halfway down her back, a length that she couldn't safely experiment with while playing limmie (because horse-collar tackle rules don't apply to hair grabs). Turns out that when it gets that long, her hair naturally curls, something she had never known but discovered she really likes.
Homeworld: Euceron
Relation to Team: Practice coach and retired Hall of Fame player

Biography: The middle child, and only daughter, of the late Marte Nalo, former head coach of the Euceron Storm, it was only natural that Tendra would play limmie as a child. She excelled from youth to high school levels of limmie. She then spent four years in the Hapes Consortium Juniors League (rather than go to college) before looking to go pro. With the Storm having just folded following a devastating series of events that claimed the lives of many, including Marte, she signed a contract with the Hapes Consortium Buccaneers. There, Tendra pushed against the all-female culture, initially with success until the Queen Mother herself pushed back and tried to kill Tendra. After seven years with the Bucs, she fled the Consortium, never to return.

As fate would have it, a new limmie team was being started up on her home planet of Euceron, named the Officers in memory of those law enforcement officers who had been killed in the previous devastating events (including Marte, who had gone into a third career as a law enforcement officer in his final years). Tendra would finally realize her childhood dream of playing Elite League limmie on Euceron once it was known the Officers would go straight into the Elite League. In her third season with the Officers, she finally achieved every limmie player's goal, bringing her homeworld their first ever Galactic Cup.

However, over the years, Tendra had collected more and more concussions. Her seventh came in her fifth year with the Officers. Shortly after recovering from that one, and knowing that each one caused further invisible damage, she decided to preserve her future as best as she could. Following the Officers' season finale the next day, Tendra spoke to the home crowd about her career, announcing her retirement at the age of 33 years old and publicly calling out the Elite League over the concussion issue. Action resulted: the subsequent invention of the "head-borne area-needed directional athletic inertial dampener" prevents concussions by stabilizing the brain and preventing it from striking the skull. The "HeadBAND AID" (a terrible acronym that exists solely because nobody could invent a better name) is now virtually universal in use and mandated by law on some planets.

Satisfied with that achievement, Tendra faded into the background, preferring for nearly 15 years to keep her life private and avoid the public eye to protect the privacy of the four people in the world whom she cares the most about: her 82-year-old mother, Jaria; her 43-year-old brother, Jado, who lives on Ossus at the Jedi Temple where he is a Jedi Master but still finds time for regular chats with his sister; her husband of eight years, Gavyn Linrai; and their six-year-old son Giovanni Linrai, better known as Gio. Eventually, though, she was convinced to rejoin the Officers as a practice coach, helping with game prep but not usually traveling to away games, while around the same time she was inducted into the Limmie Hall of Fame for her performance as a player, on and off the field, joining her father who was inducted for his coaching activities before his death.

Last year, with her help, the Officers came within minutes from securing another Galactic Cup, but fell just short. Tendra has a phrase for that: "unfinished business". She plans to finish it this season if at all possible, but first there is some less exciting business to finish: her mother, Jaria, has terminal cancer, and using Euceron's death with dignity law, has scheduled her death for one month from now. Now on leave from the team, Tendra's current priority is to help her mother to the end -- and check off as many of Jaria's bucket list items as possible before time runs out.

 

New chacter sheet. Ignore the other one please.

GM APPROVED

Name: Mem Neir
Species: Nutolan
Gender: Male
Birth year: 266 ABY
Physical appearance: Yellow skinned, large black eyes.
Homeworld: Lucicar
Relation to team: Player
Brief biography: Mem started out as a non-force sensitive Nutolan on his Homeworld of Lucicar. He started out as a little limmie player and then climbed up until he got into his homeworlds team. He loves the sport as is passionate about the whole thing.

 

Approved character sheet

Name: Jak Mixle
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Birth year: 279 ABY
Physical appearance:

Homeworld: Eriadu
Relation to team: Security
Brief biography: Jak Mixle could take it or leave it when it comes to limmie. Don’t get him wrong: he’s got nothing against the sport. It’s just that it seems like an awful lot of fuss for 30 beings running up and down and up and down. If he was interested in that, he would have stayed in the Republican Army. Not that he’s talking about anything he did there. It was just his way out of the working class neighborhood he grew up in…not that he’s actually gotten that far away from it.

When he got tired of taking orders from other beings, he left the Army to make a name for himself. You can bet that Jak has got big ideas. He’s going to make a name for himself. More importantly, he’s going to get one of those posh places somewhere nice and tropical once he’s made his fortune. Then he’ll let the good times roll.

But first, he could use a few clients. He’s got some ideas about that, come to think of it…

 

IC: Jak Mixle
Canto Casino and Racetrack, Canto Bight, Cantonica, Corporate Sector

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Jak Mikle had seen plenty of flash in his life. And this place? All flash.

Everything sparkled and shone, polished to within an inch of its life. But not even the fanciest marble and clothes—he was pretty sure they qualified as “couture,” that fancy being word for when fancy just won’t do—could hide the dirt underneath the surface of this place. This whole planet, in fact.

He’d lived in that dirt, in those underplaces that the beings who threw down thousands of credits on sabacc, dice, and slot machines didn’t want to think about. But the dirt was there. It was always there. You just had to look.

Jak had vowed a long time ago he was never going back the dirt, not if he could help it.

He wore his best outfit, not that there was much competition in his wardrobe. Even so, it was a far cry from the designer frocks and tailored eveningwear that all the beings at the tables wore. As Jak walked by them, he could hear the strained quality of their laughter. It suggested that this must be fun. Going to the casinos on Canto Bight was just what one did, darling, especially when one had as much money as they did. But there was doubt underneath it, a truth lurking in the delirium. It nibbled at the edges of their mind in the few moments of lucidity, when the carefully designed womp rat trap that the casino was lost its hold ever so briefly. For that moment, these beings who wanted to see and be seen wondered if perhaps they were chasing an empty pleasure, one that would never fill them.

But then someone would win what seemed like a fortune or a machine would clang happily in a way designed to jolt the positive feedback loop of dozens of species. Or the next drink arrived unbidden. Or any one of a dozen more distractions to keep you losing credits and make sure you forget all about sad thoughts that had to be wrong.

Jak had learned early the truth that everyone knew and no one wanted to remember. The house always won. Always. The only way to beat the house was to own the house.

The slim Human walked past all the tables, firmly clutching a case in his hand. Canto Bight took its security seriously, but only when it came to protecting its glossy exterior. Though they didn’t like a stink, they wouldn’t get bent out of shape if a patron lost their belongings (after all, that was what happened in a casino). They definitely wouldn’t care if it was a being who wasn’t a high roller who could be counted to drop 10 or 20 thousand over a weekend. Jak was definitely not one of those beings.

He’d marked every guard when he’d stepped inside the casino, including the plainclothes ones. Honestly, they stood out like a Wookiee at a Ughnaut family reunion. One of them even was a Wookiee. Amateurs. He had no doubt they’d made him too. Game recognizing game. Well, maybe just like calling to like, but he hoped the former was more the case. He kept his eyes forward, focused on his destination on the other side of the floor. It would give security less reason to pay attention to him.

Jak walked up to a long counter manned by beautiful beings. The polish on the surface was shinier than a new droid fresh off the factory line. How they kept it so nice when they never closed was a mystery.

“Good evening,” the manicured casino employee asked. “How may I assist you?”

“This the sportsbook?” Jak asked. He knew the answer. It was just his way of talking.

“Indeed.” Jak should have seen a fancy being comment like that coming. He restrained himself from rolling his eyes. That wouldn’t do in his line of work.

“Right then.” Jak lugged his case onto the counter, where it landed with a resounding thud. The casino worker jumped slightly at its sudden, noisy appearance. Jak spun it around and opened the lid. The shiny rows of high-value credit chips illuminated the attendant’s visage. Even he, who was routinely surrounded by credits beyond measure (well, almost any measure—the house probably knew exactly how much was on the floor at any moment), couldn’t stop his eyes from widening, even if it was only for a moment.

“125,000 credits on the Miners,” Jak declared, “to win the Galactic Cup.”

TAG: None...yet...

 

Friendly reminder! All character sheets must be approved and posted one week from today to play this season. This is a hard deadline. PM me if there's anything I can do to smooth that process for you.

 

GM Approved!

Name: Jo Demag'io
Species: Pho'pheahian
Gender: Male
Birth year: A man of six and twenty
Physical appearance: Four armed and meticulous about his grooming habits.

Homeworld: Pho Ph'ea
Relation to team: The Headhunters Hydration and Nutrition Specialist, aka Waterboy
Brief biography: Working for a Fian team owner was interesting, but luckily most of his interactions were with the Armanin team members and of course Lockjaw the Gran coach. He takes his job very seriously of tending to the temples that are the teams bodies and ensuring all have proper hydration and sanitary options available.

 

IC: Jak Mixle
Coruscant

Jak flipped through the HSN headlines on his datapad as he sailed through the skyline in the back of an airtaxi.

MINERS RE-UP GM DIONNE AND HC CAVANAUGH ON 2-YEAR DEALS

MINERS SIGN ALL-BAK10 DEFENDER NIDH TO ENTRY-LEVEL DEAL

“FUTURE OF THE TEAM”: RIVIERA, SIXTREES, AND MCLITA COMMITT TO MINERS FOR NEXT THREE SEASONS

DIONNE ACQUIRES PREMIER LEAGUE STANDOUT FREE AGENT ACHILD

ANCHOR FOR THE OFFENSE: VETERAN MARINER DONTIDAE JOINS MINERS

DRESSELIAN TO IMPRESS: MINERS SIGN EXPERIENCED MIDFIELDER TO PLAY WITH ALL-STAR KIRT

MINERS FIND LAST PIECE WITH DEFENDER BABANNOX

Jak turned his datapad off and tucked it away in his jacket. “No wonder they were giving 20-1 odds,” he murmured. That would be a 2.5 million payout on the bet he’d laid down in Canto Bight.

“What’s that, sir?” the droid pilot asked.

“Talking to myself,” Jak said, louder this time. “Nasty habit.” He tended to drop his leading Hs and ending Gs, a reflection of the neighborhood he grew up in.

“We have arrived,” the droid reported.

Jak paid his fare and stepped onto the reception porch of the upscale, expensive residential tower. The tower was bathed in natural light. The cost of a flat here must be astronomical. Coruscant and Eriadu had one thing in common: sunshine belonged to rich beings.

After riding the lift, Jak was welcomed by a droid into one of the flats. His wait was not long.

“Mr. Mixle. Thank you for coming.”

“No trouble at all,” Jak said, turning. After all, clients paid travel expenses. “Nice digs you have here, Senator.”

“Please call me Declan,” Trieste said. The owner of the Bakura Miners and Galactic Senator for the Bakura Sector motioned for Jak to sit. The droid brought drinks. Jak could tell it was the good stuff. “Gavin speaks highly of your skills.”

“Our business has been mutually agreeable.” Jak had done a few jobs for the senator for Eriadu. Those jobs had been important in establishing his life after the army.

To his credit, Declan Trieste didn’t pry any deeper. “Your file suggests you are the kind of being I need.” Jak was not surprised someone with connections like Trieste had been able to pull his army records.

“And what kind of being is that?”

“This season of Elite League Limmie has a lot of…wild cards in it,” Trieste said in that careful way rich beings liked to talk when their pretty words covered unsavory business. “I would like some insurance this season. I believe you can provide that.”

“Now look here, Senator—”

“Declan.”

“Declan. I don’t go in for the fix. That’s a chump’s play,” Jak said, leaning forward to set things straight. It wasn’t that Jak held sport as inviolable. There were just too many moving parts. Too many mouths to feed…and to squeal.

“Not what I’m suggesting,” Trieste said, putting one hand up to signify his innocence. “I believe we have a good team, even with a lot of new faces. I’m confident they’ll be able to compete for the Cup.

“It’s outside interference I’m concerned with.”

“What, other teams?” Jak probed.

“No.” Trieste waved his hand to dismiss the thought. “The Miners are a symbol of my homeworld. They have a special place in the heart of Bakurans. And my family is particularly connected with them in the public view.”

Now it came together. “So you think someone might try to embarrass you by messing with them?”

“I have a whole term ahead of me. I’m not concerned about my prospects. However, next year is an election year on Bakura and my daughter will run for reelection to our local senate. It will be an important year for her,” Declan stated. For the first time, Jak senses some of the polite exterior fall away. There was little this being before him would not do to protect his children.

“I see. I’ve heard tell you have Mandalorians on retainers for these sorts of things.”

“Ms. Kelt has hung up her armor.”

“I was talking about the twins,” Jak replied.

“Ah, yes. The Cashes. They might be Bakuran, but they are more interested in the hunt than this kind of work. And they have provided service enough to my family.” Declan sat back, an amused smile spreading across his face. “You’re more obliging of your competition than I would have thought.”

“I don’t trample on others’ territory,” Jak said. “Especially Mandalorians. Bloody nutters they can be.”

“Mmmmm,” Declan hummed, not committing one way or the other. “Since there is no barrier, does that mean you’ll take it?”

“Senator Serling gave you my rates?”

“They are acceptable.”

“Well then, Declan, I’d say we have a deal.” Jak stood and extended his hand.

The Senator rose to his feet and clasped it. “A deal it is.”

As Jak looked into the icy blue eyes of the patriarch of one of Bakura’s most influential families, he wondered what kind of bargain this would turn out to be.

TAG: None

 

Returning Player approved by @Trieste
Name: Wit Russo
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Birth year: 283
Physical appearance: Average build with some muscle on his frame. His long black hair is usually pulled into a tail when he's out and about. With his complimenting trimmed beard he looks out of place in the City of O'pahz. Generally wears rugged clothes and a Staga Leather hat everywhere.
Homeworld: Taanab
Relation to team: Spouse of Player
Brief biography: Wit never imagined himself in this position having grown up in a small mountain town on Taanab he never imagined living in a big city. The biggest dreams he ever had was taking over the mechanics shop he worked at. That all changed when he met Izzie, Isttu Midal. She was fun, conversational and cute, they'd met on the holo net and were never out of contact since they met. They met in person during time off from his work and the offseason for her. Given the shortish Limmie seasons it was easy to do. It was on one of these vacations that he finally got the courage to propose to her. They didn't get married right away they both had to get things ready. He had thought she would move to Taanab they had a Limmie League, she would clean up and still get paid well. Then came the news that turned that on it's head.

She got signed to the Pirates after a tryout.

There went his plan, he couldn't ask her to give up her dream. So he moved to the other side of the Inner Rim and settled down with his new wife…for what should be the greatest time in his life.

How wrong he was.

 

GM post
From HoloNet Sports Network

ELL SHOCKS GALAXY WITH 307 LINEUP

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Remember this Rydonni Prime Monarchs fan? That’s all of us right now.

Elite League Limmie Commissioner Fenrir Lokensgaard unveiled the 307 team lineup and schedule today. To say we’re shocked is an understatement.

The “Trickomissioner,” as he’s now being called, overhauled the league. How he did this over the Board of Governors is a mystery, but the results are clear: four teams out, four teams in.

While the League has seen major changes in its members before, 307 will see the ELL debuts of all its new teams: the Maridun Headhunters, the Nubia Silver Streaks, the Sages of Dwartii (who play on Nouane, so you can stop trying to find Dwartii in your galactic atlas), and the Trandosha Hunters.

The Nar Shaddaa Smugglers, a long-time mainstay of the League: gone. The Kothlis Spies, who quickly established themselves as able to take on the old guard: gone. The rags-to-riches Geonosis Gangbusters: gone. The defending champion Mando’ade Mercs were safe with their bulging trophy cases: gone.

Here’s the full line-up:

• Bakura Miners
• Carratos Pirates
• Euceron Officers
• Lucicar Neir All Stars
• Maridun Headhunters
• Nubia Silver Streaks
• Sages of Dwartii
• Trandosha Hunters

Rumors are flying about the teams who survived. HSN sources say that Miners owner, Galactic Senator Declan Trieste, visited ELL offices several times between Senate sessions. Melkin Tunran, owner of the Officers, has also reportedly been in touch “several times” with Lokensgaard. Schnitt Polenta of the Carratos Pirates was also seen on world during the offseason, resolutely declining to comment for the media. Even a visit by standout Lucicar player Mem Neir to the ELL offices is now drawing questions about the real reason he was on Coruscant.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a plot between those four teams. Sweep out the teams like Mando’ade who could actually compete with them and put in a bunch of inexperienced teams they picked up off the street. I mean, the Sages of Dwartii?! That’s not a real limmie team,” a self-identified Coruscant Senators fan said in an interview with HSN.

Commissioner Lokensgaard insists that these are the best eight teams in the galaxy now. “For far too long we’ve had a lazy conversation about who the ‘best’ limmie teams are,” Lokensgaard said at the press conference announcing this season’s lineup. “We want to challenge these assumptions.”

In fact, Lokensgaard suggested that Bakura, Euceron, and Lucicar might wish they had the old teams back. “I think some teams got complacent, seeing the same competition year after year,” Lokensgaard said with a hint of a smile. “The action on the field could look a lot different. Some teams might not know what hit them.”

Some fans are enthusiastic about new teams having a shot at the Galactic Cup this year.

“I think I like the sound of that team from Nubia. ‘The Silver Streaks.’ It sounds so glamorous!” one fan said. “It makes me think of Padmé Amidala. She was tough and graceful at the same time. I might root for them this season!”

Others were excited their team can step out of the shadow of better-known rivals. “Kashyyyk has always gotten the limmie attention in the sector,” one Trandosha Hunters fan said. “In fact, in years past some really talented natives had to go play for the Rangers. This season we’re going to show the galaxy we’re a great limmie planet in our own right.”

They’re not the only new team in the hunt, so to speak. The Maridun Headhunters also enter the league in 307. The team largely being made up of Amanin has attracted attention from the galactic diaspora of that species. “This is a huge moment for Amanin,” one said. “A lot of beings think we’re a backwater species. They probably don’t even know that we can play limmie. I can’t wait for the galaxy to see us in a new light.”

Some have speculated that Trandosha and Maridun may instantly blossom into a rivalry. “I think it’s safe to say the great hunt is coming,” one HSN limmie beat reporter said.

Fans of returning teams are excited for what this season might hold too. “I think this is the season where the Neir All Stars really take off. I think Mem’s going to be a real standout,” one Lucicar fan told HSN. “Just watch. He’s going to be the difference that puts us over the top.”

Other teams have unfinished business. “I know I have a chip on my shoulder as an Officers fan. We play all season to get home field advantage in the Galactic Cup Final only to lose?” one being wearing an Officers jersey on the streets of Coruscant said. “I’m not discouraged. I’m determined—and I think the team is too.”

The Carratos Pirates hope new blood brings new life after vacillating between great regular seasons with disappointing playoff appearances and hanging out at the bottom of the standings. “The Pirates have an identity, yeah,” one Carratosian told HSN, “but I think all this change is going to inspire the team. We’ll still be the same Pirates, just with a new look.”

For the fans of the League’s longest-tenured team, the Bakura Miners, it’s business as usual. “We know limmie on the Outer Rim and nobody’s more Outer Rim than Bakura,” one Miners fan commented. “We’ve seen conferences come, go, come again, go again, and probably come and go at least another two times. Honestly, I lost track. We’ve lasted longer than our rivals. I say to all these new teams: bring it on. We’ll show you what ELL limmie is like.”

The League announced the regular season schedule will be released in the coming days.

TAG: @galactic-vagabond422 @HanSolo29 @jcgoble3 @Lady_Belligerent @Master Vo'Un'Var @Mitth_Fisto @Sinrebirth @Tay Neir

 

GM post

307 season schedule
Week 1
Lucicar Neir All Stars at Carratos Pirates
Nubia Silver Streaks at Bakura Miners
Trandosha Hunters at Euceron Officers
Maridun Headhunters at Sages of Dwartii

Week 2
Euceron Officers at Sages of Dwartii
Trandosha Hunters at Bakura Miners
Maridun Headhunters at Carratos Pirates
Lucicar Neir All Stars at Nubia Silver Streaks

Week 3
Carratos Pirates at Bakura Miners
Lucicar Neir All Stars at Euceron Officers
Maridun Headhunters at Trandosha Hunters
Nubia Silver Streaks at Sages of Dwartii

Week 4
Bakura Miners at Maridun Headhunters
Euceron Officers at Nubia Silver Streaks
Carratos Pirates at Trandosha Hunters
Sages of Dwartii at Lucicar Neir All Stars

Week 5
Carratos Pirates at Euceron Officers
Lucicar Neir All Stars at Trandosha Hunters
Sages of Dwartii at Bakura Miners
Nubia Silver Streaks at Maridun Headhunters

Week 6
Euceron Officers at Maridun Headhunters
Bakura Miners at Lucicar Neir All Stars
Trandosha Hunters at Nubia Silver Streaks
Carratos Pirates at Sages of Dwartii

Week 7
Sages of Dwartii at Trandosha Hunters
Bakura Miners at Euceron Officers
Nubia Silver Streaks at Carratos Pirates
Lucicar Neir All Stars at Maridun Headhunters

TAG: @galactic-vagabond422 @HanSolo29 @jcgoble3 @Lady_Belligerent @Mitth_Fisto @Sinrebirth @Tay Neir

 

Name: Kryz Trossk
Species: Trandoshan
Gender: Male
Birth year: 28 Years
Physical appearance:

Homeworld: Trandosha
Relation to team: Team Captain
Brief biography: An ace hunter and star player for the Trandosha Hunters, Kryz became team captain this season and is ready to lead the team to new heights. He has a lot to learn, but his skills and charisma are sure to pave a great path for the team. A lover of tabac in the form of cigarras and chew, Kryz is grew up in rural Trandosha and it is reflected in his day-to-day attire and attitude. He often wears a wide-brimmed hat, similiar to that of Cad Bane's, when he isn't playing.

 

IC: Jak Mixle
Eriadu

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Jak didn’t get a lot of sunlight in his flat, but he also didn’t not get sunlight. Some were definitely worse off, but Jak was the first to say things could be a whole lot better off. That was why he’d gone into his new line of work. He was never going to get rich in the Army. Definitely not rich enough to afford one of those fancy places that got sun all the time. And Jak had decided he’d quite like to be rich.

“Jak! HoloNet for you!”

Also, moving into a fancy place like that would mean he’d no longer be living with his mum.

Jak shrugged on a coat to look presentable for what he hoped would be a new client. Hopefully a paying one too. He flatted the collar and tugged on the sleeves to get it just so.

“It’s coming in from off-world. Sounds long distance. Is it one of your Army buddies? You know they’re always welcome to come around for a cuppa,” his mom said.

“They know, Mum,” Jak sighed. “They know.” He stepped in front of the holoprojector.

“Jak Mixle?” someone on the other end of the connection asked.

“That’d be me.”

“Please hold.”

Jak waited, looking around the small, but well-kept, home as he tapped his foot. The furniture was a little threadbare, but it was clear it was meticulously looked after. The floors were clean, the dishes spotless, the furniture old but cared for. None of this was surprising. All the homes around here were like that. Everyone knew they didn’t have much (who had credits for a new sofa when there were more important things to pay, like the mortgage and utilities?), but they were going to make darn sure what they had looked good.

This place had basically been the same Jak’s entire life. Including the looming (despite her shorter stature) presence of his mother standing next to him.

“Mum, go on now. I’ve got to keep client confidentiality,” Jak shooed her.

“You’re not a lawyer or a doctor,” Mrs. Mixle said. “Though you coulda been if you’d put your mind to it instead of slacking off in school and running off to join the Army.” This was a constant refrain.

“Would you trust someone with security if they can’t even have secure communication in their own home?” Jak pointed out.

“‘Your own home’? And who exactly pays most of the bills around here?” Mrs. Mixle queried.

The holoprojector flickered and Jak gave his mom a look and jerk of his head that asked her to leave with slightly more urgency. To her credit, she complied, though Jak was sure she’d be listening from the other room.

When the image resolved, Senator Trieste appeared from the chest up. “Mr. Mixle.”

“Senator, nice to hear from you. I saw you’ve got your game dates now. I’ve already blocked them in my diary,” Jak said, reinforcing he was on the ball. A good metaphor given this job. He was pleased with himself.

“Very good. With the Miners playing their first three games at home, I’ve arranged accommodations for you in Salis D’aar covering that period. No sense in you spending your time on administrative overhead,” Trieste said.

“That’s kind of you.” Jak hoped that Trieste matched his flash with substance. He hoped he wasn’t about to get stuck in a fourth-rate motel in an industrial zone. “But I take it there’s more to this call than living arrangements.”

“Our opening day matchup is against the Silver Streaks. Their owner is a Senate colleague. I’ve invited him and his family to join me for the game.”

“Do a little business with your pleasure?”

“Indeed. Though Senator Graul and I do not belong to the same party, I suspect we share many of the same priorities. It is important that his visit to Bakura to go smoothly,” Declan stated.

“Anything I should know about that might cause things to be otherwise?” Jak asked.

“This is an excess of caution.”

“Understood.”

“See you on Bakura, Mr. Mixle.” The connection terminated.

“Well la-di-da,” Mrs. Mixle said, coming into the room again. “I guess you’re actually going to make a go of this if you’re dealing with fancy senators. You’ll need to press your best suit before you go.”

“That’d be kind of you, Mum,” Jak said.

“Did I say “I” in that sentence? Didn’t the Army teach you how to turn yourself out nicely?”

Jak sighed. They did indeed. Very little escaped his mum.

TAG: @HanSolo29 @Lady_Belligerent

 

IC: Wit Russo
Taanab (Six months ago)

Wit was just cleaning up after making his dinner. The sun had gone down on his home and he could just see the moon light filtering through first the trees and then his window. His hand pulled on a drawer to put away a spoon and it stuck. His home still had a few quirks to work out. The prefab house had been neglected for years, he and his father had spent much of the last year restoring it. It wasn't done, but it was good enough for now. He hoped to get more done before she came, wanting it to be perfect for the love of his life.

Though as it stood it was functional, two bedrooms, a working bathroom, and built in laundry. Had everything they needed with room to grow. Just so long as they didn't grow. There was barely enough space in the master bedroom to walk around the bed. Despite all that t was going to be great. All the nights after work, and weekends spent replacing rusted metal, and rotted floors would be worth it once she got here. He would finally be with her.

His holo rang with a distinctive tone, one that made his heart jump. He rushed around the kitchen counter that separated the cooking space from the living space. Hitting the answer button the beautiful face of his love, the woman he'd done so much work for appeared. Her chestnut hair shined in the early morning sun. Due to time differences between their locations his evening was her morning. She smiled, her blue-green eyes winkling at the corners, and his heart melted. This was the woman he was preparing this place for, Izzie.

"Hey babe." She started,

"Hey babe." He replied as he always did. After two years of courtship they'd moved beyond using their names.

"So," She started breaking the slight silence that settled between them. "You remember that tryout I went to…"

"Yeah," He nodded his head his memory going back about a month or so. "The one you said you were about 5 years too old for."

"Yeah, that one, well…"

His stomach started to drop, he could sense what was coming.

She straightened up clearing her throat.

"Miss Midal, on behalf of the Carratos Pirates Franchise we and excited to inform you that we would like to sign you to a rookie contract. Please review and sign the attached document to begin the process of becoming the newest Pirate…"

The world fell away, everything he'd worked for, all the plans he made, all the fantasies he had evaporated in a single moment. This was her dream, something she'd wanted since she was a little girl. It hurt, it pained him at the realization. He had to move, had to give up his job, his house, his life, everything. He forced a smile on his face. He had to be happy, this was what she wanted for so long. Though inside he could feel his stomach drop to his feet. Taking a breath he finally spoke.

"That's great babe…" It was all he could say…

The next week, he was on a shuttle flying to the other side of the Inner Rim, with a child kicking the back of his seat the whole way.

After a twenty hour flight he landed and hugged his soon to be wife for what felt like an eternity. They only had about a week to breathe before they dove held long into wedding planning. Due to the speed and his mother's health concerns, none of his family could make the wedding. So all his dreams of his dad being there, his brother being his best man, and having the honeymoon up in the mountains were all gone. This left him empty and uninterested in planning the nuptials, it wasn't really his wedding was it.

But, that was the sacrifice he had to make, her career and her dreams took precedence. Even if he hated it.

That had been months ago now, things had settled, he'd moved into the big city, got a metro card, and had a growing knowledge of the O'Pahz trolley…tram system.

Everything was fine, it was all fine.

He was fine, in a small apartment provided by the Pirates, alone for days at a time now with Izzie away at training camp. He was left with just how much he missed home. There were no mountains here. Some hills yeah, but no rocky mountains like his youth, and he got queasy looking out over the ocean that sat to the east of the city. It was all too flat.

But it was all ok, he had months to adjust, and he was adjusting. He had all this time to get used to it, to sit alone in front of his terminal distracting himself with whatever he could find.

He always wanted a vacation, a long break from work…now he was getting it. It was good right.

And with the season starting next week, Izzie would be back soon. It would all be alright…

His eyes passed over the state of their apartment. There weren't any dishes, he'd been cleaning those up after every meal. But the floor was dusty, clothes still hung on the drying rack, and his fizz cans from a few nights ago still sat on the table.

Getting up from his chair he quickly started to rush around the space hurriedly sweeping to at least get that done before she got home.

The door opened and there she was, Mrs. Russo catching him right in the middle of cleaning the floors, with the clothes still on the rack behind him.

"Welcome home…"

Yeah, everything was fine.

TAG: No One

 

OOC: I blame not posting until now on the cold I've been stuck with for the last several days. This will be a much shorter post than I intended, and I'll work the remainder of the intended post in week by week via flashbacks.

IC: Tendra Nalo-Linrai
Jaria's house, two months after Galactic Cup Final

Tendra was already starting to cry even though there were a few more minutes. Jado wrapped his arm around her shoulders to comfort her, maintaining his composure through the Jedi discipline of non-attachment. In front of them, a bed had been set up in the living room and their mother, Jaria, had laid herself down for the final time, surrounded by extended family and friends, with a hospice nurse on one side. Cancer was an insidious disease that even the best scientists in the galaxy remained stumped by, and Jaria's was terminal. Using Euceron's death-with-dignity law, she had claimed the right to end her life in the manner of her own choosing, and the time had arrived.

One by one, each person present offered a final thought to Jaria, often bringing a smile to her face. Some elicited laughs by telling an old favorite joke. Some were more serious, recounting a favorite memory or such. Jaria did her best to reply to each one.

When it was Tendra's turn, she offered, "I'm really happy we got to see all of those wonders in the past couple of months together," she said, referring to the surviving members of the Twenty Wonders of the Galaxy. "I know you wanted to do that for a long time and I'm glad I was able to make it happen."

"Yes, I agree," Jaria said. "I wish I had been in better condition so that we could have seen the Tract to complete the list."

"I intend to go there myself and bring your ashes with me. You'll get there."

"I appreciate that, but be safe."

It was Jado's turn. "I know I'm rarely around these days and I have to avoid attachment as a Jedi, but I've always had a soft spot for coming home regardless. Thank you for being there always, and for supporting me when my Force-sensitivity was first discovered and I chose to leave home to train as a Jedi. I couldn't have done it without your support."

"You're welcome, it's what a mom does. I always worry about you but I know you're good at what you do."

"Thanks. And I'll be joining Tendra on the trip to the Tract. I have enough leave from the Order that I can do that."

"Then both of you be safe."

"We will," said Tendra and Jado in unison.

There was silence in the room for a minute or so as the finality of the situation set in. Jaria motioned to Jado, who handed her a pill bottle containing two pills as Tendra set Jaria's favorite song to play and Jaria began to speak her last words. "Marte and Marte Jr.," she began, referring to her husband killed in the Euceron Stadium explosion and their firstborn son who was killed in a speeder crash in childhood, "I will see you tonight. Everyone here, don't be too hasty to join me."

As the song reached a crescendo, Jaria swallowed the pills with a cup of water and closed her eyes for the final time. Some of those present began to quietly sing the lyrics, and others joined them as Jaria's breathing and heartbeat slowed and then stopped. The hospice nurse watched the readouts and pronounced her death when they hit zero.

There was again silence in the room for a minute, then some light chatter began. For Tendra though, it had hit home at last. In this game of life, there was no more "just call Mom" lifeline. She had to figure things out for herself.

TAG: Nobody

 

GM post

It's opening day! Bonus potential for Bakura, Carratos, Euceron, and Nubia. They each get a 0-40 range for their randomly generated score instead of 0-30. Let's see what it does for them to start the season!

Week 1
Lucicar Neir All Stars at Carratos Pirates (27-3)
Nubia Silver Streaks at Bakura Miners (30-16)
Trandosha Hunters at Euceron Officers (29-31)
Maridun Headhunters at Sages of Dwartii (30-11)

TAG: @galactic-vagabond422 @HanSolo29 @jcgoble3 @Lady_Belligerent @Master Vo'Un'Var @Mitth_Fisto @Sinrebirth @Tay Neir

 

IC: Jo Demag'io
Sidelines of Sages of Dwartii Stadium

Wheeling out five commercial grade water coolers as well as seven commercial hazmat grade refreshers for the team had made for a long start of the day. Espcially when you consider that Jo had to constantly clean his hands, his face, and himself every time he got any any dirt on his exposed body. This was definitely where wearing an unzipped jacket to deal with the warmth of this planet was proving to be a downside, but that was why he had shown up six hours early to get everything setup.

"Ugh!" he cried as he felt the gritty blast of dust and grime from the second to last hazmat shower starting up. Shaking his head he figured he might as well test it inside as well to get all this grime off of himself. It was nearly twenty minutes later when he heard the first sounds of others arriving on the scene to supposedly setup the rest of the field. He could of waited he knew, but there was no way he could have had time to protect his eternal soul as well as get ready.

Stepping out after putting his leather jacket back on he noted the others doing spot inspections and waved in greeting as he set about seeing to the last of the last of the portable hazmat showers. An easy enough task when you can have three hands working on things whilst the fourth is waving to the others. Today was going to be a long day, especially in these 'classical charm' conditions. The town even had a clock tower he had noted on his way to the stadium! Unfortunately old world charm just seemed to mean filthy.

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A Few Hours later

"PUT DOWN THAT HOSE!" he yelled as he walked across the sidelines. Screaming at the Amanin with the 42 patch on his uniform. "That is low quality hydration! Drink the good stuff I filtered and imported, don't make me give another class on good water verses bad water." he said sternly as he rapidly approached the other. The Amanin in question gestured at the line for water at the two dispensers, "I don't care, wait!" Then the long armed being pointed up at the scoreboard, "I don't care if we are loosing. . ." seeing the frown on the beings face he looked up again questioningly.

Oh! Right, they were the away team. Their score was on the other side of the board! Duh. Well, uh. . . "O-or winning. Good hydration is safe hydration! And if we party after this remember the ratios. Shot of water for shot of spirits, alternate two for bite of food." Nodding he turned and walked back towards the hazmat refreshers, he just needed to get it fixed as much as did the water spigots, but as the coach had said, without the regular cleaning and oiling station the team could get disqualified - unfortunately that trumped his usual focus of keeping the team healthy.

Of course later that night his words wouldn't be heeded and he would have to study up on Anamin and Lurmen hangover remedies, but that would be a problem for later.

TAG: @Trieste

 

Wit Russo
Carratos

Well, that hadn't gone well. It was the first game of the season and the Pirates got smoked. So many new players getting their first taste of playing in the big leagues got crushed. Izze among them. She came home tired and grumpy, and a little tispy. She wasn't drunk, just had a drink or two in her. Wit was at home, where he usually was. He'd watched the game and knew what had happened. Rising from his desk he walked towards her. It wasn't far, the apartment provided by the team wasn't luxurious or big, it was even smaller than the prefab he'd had back home. But at least she was here, right, that made it ok.

He wrapped his arms around her holding her close.

"I failed babe. It was my first game and I couldn't do anything." She buried her face into his chest.

"It's ok, you'll do better next time." The pain in her voice echoed in his chest, he could feel tears welling up in his eyes. "It's just the first game, it will be alright."

"What if they fire me, or bench me for being useless."

"They won't do that." Wit was hoping he was reaching her but he could feel a wall between them. "It's too early."

"I just wanted to help."

"I know, I know…" He was getting desparate to help, to do something to lighten the mood but, he just found himself flailing about. "Do you need anything?"

"No,"

"Do you want to do anything?"

"What do you want to do?"

"This is about you…"

"I don't know…"

He didn't know what to do, he had no good answers, or at the very least didn't know the right words to say to make this all better. But, he just couldn't find them. And steadily he felt frustration build inside.

"Let's just go to bed…"

Taking his advice, for once, they both went to bed, her sadness and frustration rolling off of her. He could feel the wall between them but still tried to push through to put his arms around her and cuddle her. But, it all felt, useless, she still felt upset no matter what he said. And when he tried to help to ask what she wanted, she either didn't know, or wanted to know what he wanted. Letting out sigh just just gave up rolling over and fell asleep.

The next morning he tried to cuddle Izzie. She was warm and soft and snuggled into him as he put his arm around her. His other arm rested on her lower back pinned between them. It wasn't perfectly comfortable but getting to hold her was worth any discomfort.

In the silence of the morning he was left wondering what he was going to do. He tried to help her after a devastating loss and he just couldn't break through. What was he going to do when she lost a really big game, got knocked from the playoffs or force forbid lost in the Galactic Cup final? His stomach twisted itself in knots thinking about it.

It wouldn't always be like this would it?

She wiggled a little more settling into him more and he tried to let go of all these thoughts. She needed him here in this moment with her. Her warmth soaked into him going a long way to calm him.

Her body shifted rolling over to lay on her back.

"Good morning," Izzie muttered still not awake yet.

"Morning…" He smiled giving her a squeeze. As the silence settled in, so did the queasy feeling in his stomach. "You ok?"

"Yeah…" They smoothly changed positions. Him on his back and her nestled against him. His arm wrapped around her and he just tried to be in the moment, but all his legs wanted to do was run away, to go do anything else. It was hard to argue when all he seemed to do was make things worse.

He had to force himself to stay, to remain with her.

The sun started to rise and they couldn't stay in bed forever. Well he could but she couldn't she had things to do even after a rough game.

As she got up he got up not wanting to flaunt his lack of responsibilities to her. He padded his way to his desk set into a corner just inside the front door of their apartment. It was the only place to put it in such a small space, and was where he spent most of his time these days, playing games or just watching videos on the Holo-net. It wasn't exciting but it distracted him from the yawning emptiness in his life when his wife left.

"Hey babe." Izzie said one hand on the door.

"Uh-huh?"

"Could you do the laundry?"

"Yeah sure…"

"Thanks babe."

As she left he looked back to the terminal…all his attention going to it. It was better than thinking about all he gave up.

The laundry remained undone.

TAG: No One

 

IC: Tendra Nalo-Linrai
Week 1 game against Hunters

Tendra was watching from the sideline as the Officers fought the Hunters, but her mind was elsewhere:

Two weeks after 306 Galactic Cup Final

Tendra helped Jaria climb the steps up to the Celebratus Archive on Obroa-skai. The library containing data from over 300,000 species was listed as one of the Twenty Wonders of the Galaxy, and that was why Jaria was here. For hours, Tendra and Jaria perused the collections, learning tons of data about hundreds of species. They picked up a book on Trandoshans and Tendra studied it, learning about some of the strengths and weaknesses of the species.

Tendra's mind snapped back to the present. The Hunters had multiple Trandoshans on the field, including their entire front three. How could she use this knowledge to the Officers' advantage? She studied the Hunters' attack and realized that a slight tweak to the Officers' defensive alignment was all that was needed. At the next stoppage, Tendra signaled for a timeout and brought the defense over to quickly explain what to do. The defense complied and suddenly the Hunters had a tougher time attacking the goal.

In the end the Officers won, but barely. Tendra wondered if they would have lost had she not made that adjustment. But that didn't matter now. The Sages were up next and their eclectic mix of species on the roster presented a challenge for game planning. She was familiar with a few of them from the day at the Celebratus Archive and needed to consider that knowledge in the process. As a road game, Tendra would not travel, so any adjustments would have to be made before the shuttle took off.

TAG: @Mitth_Fisto @Sinrebirth