Cheers were echoing, the floors were vibrating, and Azhi’s heart was pounding in his chest. The Huttball game was about to start and the atmosphere was electric, almost as though the stadium itself was alive. A win here would secure a playoff berth for the Frogdogs for the first time in three years. Baron Deathmark was going through his usual spiel about Hutts not having feet when Chupakatbra vomited in the corner. “Easy rookie, focus on the task at hand and shut out the crowd” Azhi told his apprentice. “Tap into your anger and let it flow through you. Remember to target any healers first.” Just as he finished giving his advice the gate opened and the match begun.

He saw his apprentice put on a burst of speed right before he vanished from site. “Stupid rookie is going to rush to the ball and get himself killed.” Azhi added his own burst of speed to try and catch up. By the time he reached the acid pit he could already see his apprentice breaking out of stealth in an attempt to grab the ball first. Scanning ahead he could see 5 enemy players closing in fast and a gunslinger with high ground and a clear shot. Just as the first Sentinel ignited his lightsabers and closed in on Chupakatbra with a force jump, a Powertech behind Azhi let loose his grapple gun. The Sentinel didn’t stand a chance as he was pulled into the acid pit, his armor and flesh quickly melting away. The cries of agony caused the crowd to erupt, chants of “Frogdogs! Frogdogs! Frogdogs!” filled the air.

Azhi returned his attention to the center of the arena and saw his apprentice engaged in a fight with a Vanguard. He remembered the gunslinger and noticed him taking aim at his apprentice. Azhi immediately jumped to the catwalk above. In one smooth motion, he flipped over the gunslinger, ignited his lightsaber and removed the gunslingers hands. His enemy was frozen, too shocked to scream or move. Azhi knew he could easily kill his enemy, but without hands he knew the gunslinger was worthless. He made the decision to let him live and suffer, feeding off the pain and despair radiating from his foe.

Azhi checked below and noticed that his apprentince had vanished. Chupakatbra starteled him a little as he heard him whisper, “Thanks for the save, drinks are on me after the game.” “Don’t thank me yet rookie,” Azhi said as he noticed the Vanguard his apprentice had been fighting was making a run with the ball towards the endzone, two healers on his tail. He made an attempt to run after the ball carrier but they had too great of a lead. “ROTWORMS SCOOOOORE!!” He heard Baron Deathmark exclaim. Azhi cursed himself for choosing to save his apprentice instead of focusing on the healers first.

The two teams were well matched and the game remained 0-1. With only 2 minutes left, Azhi reached out through the Force to call his apprentice to him. “I’m here, Master” Chupakatbra said as he exited stealth a few meters away. “Listen careful kid, if you do we will win.” said Azhi. Chupakatbra nodded. “I need you to stealth past the fire traps and set up in the redzone. Do not break stealth for anything, not even….” Before Azhi could finish Chupakatbra vanished.

Azhi quickly surveyed the arena; the only remaining players for the Frodogs were his apprentice, himself, a Juggernaut who fancied calling himself Psychosexy and an Operative healer Maricon, whom other players despised because of his Mexican-Corellian heritage. The Rotworms had at least five players still alive, according to the sensor on Azhi’s wrist.

The Rotworms seemed to be in a holding formation in their own pit. Azhi recognized the tactic and shouted to Psychosexy, “Go attack that healer standing in the corner. I will put pressure on the ball carrier.” Psychosexy nodded and took off, Maricon close behind. Azhi turned his focus to the ball carrier. As he closed in on the enemy, he felt a ripple in the force. Azhi quickly dove forward into a roll narrowly missing a grenade thrown from the catwalk above. As he was coming out of the roll he ignited and threw his lightsaber. The smuggler above was able to duck just in time and started laughing, but the laugh was cut short as Azhi’s saber boomeranged back to him, cutting the smugger’s head off in the process.

Not waiting for his saber to return to his hand, Azhi cut the achilles tendon on the ballcarrier with his offhand saber. Just as his saber was returning to hand, he let loose Force enhanced scream that drowned out the cheering crowd. In a moment of panic, the ballcarrier attempted a pass to the healer in the corner. Pyscosexy dove for the ball, narrowly missing the interception. The Rotworm healer caught the pass, but immediately fell forword, a vibroknife protruding from his back. A smiling Maricon picked the ball up. Chupakatbra saw his opportunity and broke stealth. A quick pass later, the score was tied 1-1.

Azhi looked up at the clock, only 30 seconds remained. Psychosexy had already moved back to mid-arena waiting for the ball to respawn. He looked up at his apprentice just in time to see him vanish again. Leaping to the catwalks above, Azhi had placed himself in perfect position for a pass. Just as a sly grin appeared on his face, he was knocked forward into the dormant fire trap. Azhi landed hard on his face and rolled over, noticing his attacker was laying next to him and didn’t have hands. Stars were flying and he could feel the heat rising below him. He summoned a cloak of pain, but knew that it would only delay the inevitable. “I should have killed him,” was what Azhi’s last thought would be, but he felt a forcewave of energy propel him away from the fire trap. Chupakatbra had broken his stealth with an overload that saved Azhi’s life. Chupakatbra released a burst of Force lightning, stunning the handless gunslinger, sealing his fate as flames shot upward.

Azhi stood up and turned just in time to receive the pass from Psychosexy. “All too easy,” thought Azhi as he turned to throw the ball to his apprentice but Chupakatbra had been pushed off the ledge by a Jedi Guardian. Azhi didn’t hesitate and lept towards the Guardian, finishing him off with a quick slash of his saber. Time expired as Azhi crossed the goal line. “Nubs,” Azhi muttered as he spat on the Guardians corpse. “FROGDOGS WIN!!! FROGDOGS WIN!!” Baron Deathmark yelled as the crowd went crazy.

Azhi turned to his apprentice and said, “Not bad rookie. Now drinks are on me.”

After the game Azhi, Chupakatbra, Psychosexy and Maricon headed to the local cantina. Shortly after they arrived, a familiar figure walked through the door. “Well hellooo,” John Farson exclaimed, “and hell of a game boys. I couldn’t make it, I had a raid, but I was watching it on the holo the whole time.” Maricon responded, “It’s not a big deal, but you’re on bopper duty tonight.” John Farson made a few holocalls and within 15 minutes a group of fine ladies showed up. “Not bad Farson,” Psychosexy approved.

The group proceeded to drink and swap stories. The topic of cloning came up and Chupakatbra asked, “So if I had a clone, and I had sex with myself, would that be considered incest or masturbation?” Azhi chucked as he replied, “Well while you go fuck yourself I’m going to go bag me those twin Miralukans sitting over there.”

Azhi walked over to the twins but before he could say anything they turned to him and said “Follow us to the VIP room, you won’t regret it.” Once they entered the VIP room one of the twins offered him a drink. Azhi downed it and started to take off his robe when the lights went out, and everything was drowned in darkness.