Ensign Cecil Valo - Iced
Aaron
(( FOP Warrior Sports, Commercial Sector, Beta Module ))
The team flew forward in a desperate offensive push, Cecil took up left wing as his skates slid aggressively over the bright white ice. An umbrella move was risky but they were running out of time, it was their only shot. He let the refreshing cold air focus him as he charged forward.
The massive opposing guard that had been roughing up his teammates all day met him with an aggressive stride, but Valo had grown used to his tactics and ducked, anticipating the reckless shoulder check. Crouching down, he came up just at the right angle to send the Nausicaan spinning off balance.
Then came the puck, he lifted his stick to launch it with everything he had when a hand took him by the back of his jersey and forced him backwards, slamming something hard into his leg. Valo producing a howl of agony. He could feel the rage that he had caused in his opponent at having been cast aside and the Betazoid let it flow through him at being violated so brutally and illegally during his attempt to score. His right glove was off in an instant. He turned with a right hook and hit his attacker in the teeth hard enough to knock something loose.
The Nausicaan had strength and size on his side as he moved to club back but the Betazoid was faster and wasn’t afraid to use his telepathy to his advantage. The fist coming at him like a derailed train Cecil moved back in anticipation and pushed at the Nausicaan’s attacking shoulder, using his momentum against him to send him reeling to the ground.
He came about with a slash of the ice and was ready for more when a friendly jersey stopped him, hands to his chest. He looked the female Klingon hybrid in the eye.
Kra’To: ~ Are you alright. What is happening? ~
He furrowed his brow in confusion. How was Kra’To able to communicate with him telepathically? The Betazoid steadied himself using his friend's shoulder and looked her in the eye, digging for answers.
Kra’To: S-sencha wave? oO I’m affected by the radiation? Oo
Valo: What are you talking about?!
Her expression began to fade into weariness.
Kra’To: :: struggling to stay conscious:: Backup… dose…
She wasn’t making any sense. As more teammates pulled him off the ice he was reminded of the injury to his leg, screaming at him with every movement. He took a seat as the red face of his human coach was soon shouting to the entire team.
Coach Achelle: Everyone, brace…!!
Valo: ::Shaking his head:: Just let me back out there coach, I don’t need a brace.
The coach ignored his comment and gestured to another player to take his place.
Coach Achelle: Hang on, Crewman, I’ve got you!
Skitz: Thank you, sir! Please, I don’t want to die…don't let me go!!!
Valo: Whoa, it’s just hockey man. oO Little dramatic…Oo
The old Bajoran assistant coach leaned in.
Coach Kass: What in the name of the Prophets…
Valo: ::Rolling his eyes:: I know, right?
The chatter got loud and Valo found it hard to bear, a growing pain in his head formed as it seemed like everyone on his team was shouting one thing or another at him. They were all really concerned about the defense team. He winced as the pressure in his head grew, confusion continued to etch themselves across his features as they talked about pulling back. Why would they pull back? They needed to score!
Cecil was distracted from the growing pain in his skull when someone scooped him up and threw him effortlessly over their shoulder.
Valo: Hey!
Being dragged back onto the ice, he did his best to find balance after being deposited. He looked to coach Kass who was heading back to the sideline talking to coach Achelle.
Coach Kass: They’re still trying to regroup, it made getting Valo easier for sure. But I would suspect this regrouping wasn’t going to last long. I say we get a move on…
Cecil looked out at the other team, they were lined up in perfect efficiency. Had they gotten bigger? Had they always had that many limbs? They certainly didn’t look like they needed to regroup.
He wiped at his nose, blood. Had he not noticed a blow to the head? He looked down weakly as the pain overtook him. The whistle blew and everything became a blur around him. He tried to move but he was paralyzed in place. The coaches shouted from the bench.
Coach Kass: They’re still trying to figure out what in the hell is going on, I’d suggest getting a move on and get out of here before they have their bearings.
Valo: ::Disoriented:: They are? Or we are?
More whistles blew, it didn’t seem like there was any order to when, they even overlapped. How many people were blowing whistles, and why was it so loud?
Coach Achelle: Move! Get to Ops. ::he bellowed:: This isn’t over, yet.
Coach Kass: On your six commander!
He dropped to his knees as his vision began to fade out. His last thought of Kass calling Achelle Commander, little much. And why was he on his six?
Valo: ::Whispering:: Get off his six, bro…
He laid on the ice as his knee throbbed, his head ached, and his body shook from the cold.
Ensign Cecil Valo
Security Officer
USS Ronin
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