[Backsim] Lt. Cmdr Rebecca Iko -- 44 seconds
Rebecca Iko
((Wil Ukinix’s Apartment 12-56, Palais-Bourbon District, Habitat Ring))
They were a few minutes out from the end of the third quarter. Freo had just scored themselves another measles point and the ball had been returned to the centre and, for once, scooped up by Sydney.
But the Anchors were coming after Sydney player T’Lir ready to show off their massive tackle techniques.
Iko: AWH, NO NO NO NO GET RID OF IT GET RID OF IT!
Ukinix: GO!
Moore: Response
But the Vulcan player didn't handball it over to another Swans player. Instead, still several metres from the 50 line, T'Lir let out this ripper torpedo punt which sent the ball spinning right between the two middle goal posts, setting the score to
Sydney 14.9 93
Fremantle 11.12 78
Now it was Bec's turn to jump out of her seat and (almost) run laps around the apartment. While Wil put his forehead in his free hand.
Iko: And that is how you #$@&%@$# kick a goal!
Ukinix: ::Head still in hand:: Yeah, yeah, not over yet.
Moore: Response
She sat down again, making idle conversation as they waited for the game to start back up again.
Iko: Y'know I almost became a bloody footy player instead of a starfleet officer.
Ukinix: Oh yeah?
Bec smirked.
Moore: Response
Iko: I was a beast in Campbelltown's under-sixteen team! Best rover they ever had.
Except for when she'd give her team the 50m penalty by arguing with the Umpire and/or coach.
That happened a lot. And her team hated her for it. But when she was actually playing she was good, and her anger fueled good kicks and firm tackles, and that's why they kept the poorest sportsmanship player (her) in the team.
But she'd grown a lot since then.
Ukinix: ::smiles:: Yeah, I can imagine you as a tough little rover.
Moore: Response
The ball was off again, and Fremantle, like usual, quickly had its grimy hands on it.
Ukinix: YES JENKO!
Moore: Response
Iko: That bit you're fine at, it's the getting it in the goal where Freo suck—
Just as she said so, however, one of Wil's players proved her wrong with a kick that landed their team their own goal, just in time for the siren to call the end of the third quarter.
Bec gave Wil her annoyed glare as he lifted his first in the air.
Ukinix: YEAH BABY!
He smirked.
Ukinix: Tell you what Kaito. If Fremantle wins, you get tomorrow off, and Bec has to cover for you. That’s fair, right?
Moore: Response
Iko: Really mate?
Bec crossed her arms, trying to look disappointed. In reality, Bec was already going to give Kaito tomorrow off, so he could spend the day with Char. But Wil didn't need to know that in this context.
Ukinix: CO’s privilege. Muahaha
Iko: Well, if Sydney wins, Wil has to help clean up the G&B.
Moore: Response
Ukinix: Right. ::rubbing hands together:: Three-quarter time. Who’s up for some ice cream? ::Playfully:: Moopsy flavoured?
Bec gave Wil another annoyed glare.
Moore: Response
Iko: Please tell me that with ice cream you've got some of the good ones…
((27 minutes later))
Bec looked over at Wil, pursing her lips. Currently the tally was:
Swans: 14.11 95
Anchors: 13.17 95
Iko: C'arn mate, give us the bloody ball!
Ukinix/Moore: Response
She held her hand out to Wil, not taking her eyes off the game.
Iko: You do not get to be consistently losing for so long to start winning now.
Ukinix: Response
Wil's mate, Jenko (the only good offensive player they had) sent the ball up towards the goal posts, and it just barely scraped outside the middle two poles.
So much barely, that when the replay took up the time needed for the game to be set back up again, it looked as if the ball had been, say, only thirty centimeters off from being a six-pointer.
Ukinix: Response
Bec let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. She had no words.
Other than:
Iko: I need another drink.
She got up and quickly to the spot Wil kept all his beers and wine and poured herself a serving of the first bottle she grabbed. There were only 44 seconds left in this game but this was an intense final stretch, and she wasn't missing a second of it.
Iko: I am not loosing to one point. I AM NOT #$%@&%^ LOSING TO ONE POINT!
Ukinix: Response
The game began again. Freo got it's hands on the ball.
Iko: NO, NO, NONO $^#&%*%@ !^$*%@ #^!&&$@!
The ball was passed from freo player 8 to player 13.
31 seconds to go.
Ukinix: Response
One of them went to kick a goal… and it sailed straight past the outside poles, ending in a point blank that had to be kicked back in.
Bec looked at Wil for a second, before taking a gulp of the wine she'd poured.
25 seconds.
Ukinix: Response
When the ball was kicked back in, it ended up in the hands of a swans player.
Bec slammed her fists down.
Iko: YES! YES YES YES YES YES! Oh, c'mon c'mon c'arn!
It was miraculously handballed and kicked down, like a person crowdsurfing at a huge-arse concert. Bec's eyes were wide and she was forgetting how much of a good idea it is to breathe.
Ukinix: Response
Max was the one to kick the winning shot. It was still in the air when the siren went off, but it landed… as a full goal.
Final score:
Sydney 15.11, 101
Freo 13.18, 96
Bec sat there for a minute, mouth slightly agape in shock.
Iko: Holy $@^&!
Ukinix: Response
She smiled to herself, feeling cheeky.
Iko: Better luck next time mate.
End