” (ooc tryng to catch up) ”
Stoly was impressed with the suite.  It was smaller than he'd have imagined, but it was still huge.  There was plenty of food and, more importantly, plenty to drink.  He panned the video camera around to get a record of this place.

Stoly followed Spencer's lead and dropped 500 on Hermes.  Side bets were flying around but this turned out to be an American football game and Stoly was kinda lost.  What Americans called “soccer” was football in the rest of the world.  Five hundred was plenty to risk on a game Stoly didn't get.

Stoly didn't immediately recognize Hannah out of uniform.  Some young punks came over to her and her friends.  One spoke to her and she obviously dismissed him.  Stoly wandered over nearby to see how things would go.

The three Hermes ladies sent them off with their tails dragging.  Stoly laughed.
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Roy flashed a grin over at the guy who'd made the side bet with him.  "Hate to take your money like this," he commented.  "But that boy Shadow's got a head like an old-style cannonball...cast-iron, can't pound a thing through it if you tried.  Gruless might be built like a battleship...but a lot of ships were sunk by cannonballs."

He noticed the guys up top in the suite, and pulled out his scope, pointing it down at the field.  He scowled, and pulled the thing down from his eye.  "Military-issue crap..." he grumbled, and fiddled with the switch on the thing.  He looked again, fiddling with the focus, scowling some more as he took it back down from his eye, and fiddled some more.

He lifted it back up, looking at the field while fiddling with it, then panning up into the stands, still apparently fiddling with the focus.  He scanned, smoothly, across the stands, his fingers making a lot of misleading motions around and over the controls of the perfectly functional scope.

”Ladies, how are you enjoying the game?”  Stoly said as he walked over to the three, intentionally a bit unsteady.  ”They did not tell me it was American football game.  I was looking for... uh... soccer is what you call it?”

Angela turned to Hannah the to the field "What...What did i miss?" she watched the field again a bit angry at the "boys" for interrupting her watching the game, she looks to Hannah's beer  then back to the game "how long does it normaly take you to drink that?"

    Roy scans  the other side of the filed. There are alot  of folks  with either cells, or comms, even some  with mini-vids to watch the game..while they are...er..watching the game..then he sees it..or thinks he does. fellow with a Pin on his Suitcoat, sitting in the stands  with several others..he  had a Comm, and in his hand  was a small leather packet, with the same insigna that was on his pin. However...the leather packet was  neatly wrapped, and the part of  a page  stood out from it, the top of the page, sported the Hermes insigna.

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  Hack  smiled up at the Senator,..Maybe you being in our  suite is good luck?...and i like the  thought of not having to chase you for out  winnings...

  The LC  shouted across the way,..And  I have  some credits coming  fromyour Daughter!

  Frans  took a deep pull on her martini and waved  the LC off,..Kray  won't  finish..he  don't have it in him....

  Beth blnked  as she looked from the  Scroeboard, to Frans  to the  LC, and to  Hannah and Angela,...we ..are winning..right?..and  by....11 points? The  only  Olympus can  score  enough points to beat us..AND..cover the spread?  Our guys  would  have to leave the field!

"A rough tackle, but he walked away from it," Hannah said in response to Angela. At the question about her beer Hannah looked down at the half-empty glass and then back up at Angela. "It depends on the situation, really. I'm not much of a drinker, though. Why do you ask?"

She looked over her shoulder to Beth and smiled at the smack talk going down on the way the game was progressing. She hadn't bet anything on the game - she wasn't even sure how betting worked, spreads and all that - but she did grasp that Frans and her father would have egg on their face before the end of this game. The Hermes team, Miller and Shadow especially, seemed to have a fire in them today.

She turned away from the game at Stoly's approach and smiled. "The game is going well. Soccer is in spring, though... I think."
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Roy snapped an image of the guy, and tried zooming in on the leather package in his hands.  He also tried listening to what was being said above and behind him...to cover his activity with the scope, he mumbled, "Oh...wait...I had it for a second there..."

"no reason really, I used to be a good drinker back in the day....used to put all the guys under the tables and walk home....that was until the commander challenged me and put me in my place, I'm telling you it was a hard morning the next day when it was actual flight time.....i had a splitting headache from a hang-over as well as from a loud noise in my ear to fly straight and move over....apparently the wing-leader wasn't getting enough space in the great blue sky." she chuckled some looking back towards the Commader then looks to the sky with a worried look on her face "i have a bad feeling...."

”Spring, hard to tell out here.”  Stoly leaned in close, whispering.  ”I need to hear something, and I think, 'There is comm tech from Hermes who buys special equipment from interesting people.'  Would you happen to have anything that might intercept transmission with you?  Might be important.”

  In all games, so they say, is a  turning  point. Something Lucky, something  stupid, something outstanding. But one play can turn the game around for better or worse.

  The Olympus team manged to drive  down  with aid  from a roughing the passer call..The Crowd ( Hermes'  crowd anyway)..got  a laugh as  Kray  shouted from the  sidelines, ..HEY REF....DON'T  THEY HAVE TO  HAVE A PASSER FIRST?

  The field goal drew the margin to 14-6...but anyone taking the spread was dancing in thier seats. The Hermes  team came out, a no huddle  with Miller  killing the clock as  she set the  formations  and motions from the line. Then  cranked off  two first  downs, the  second  one coming with 1:56 left...As  Kray turned back to the Huddle, since the time was stopped for the 2:00 warning, Gruless..Banged up  and  sore took a run a Shadow, Miller shouted  but it was too Late, Gurless Hit  the wideout, sending Him into the  trainer's tables  and  scattering  Containers of  Sportsade all over the  place...flags  flew out of  every  Refs hands, But Gruless struck his  Pose  all four  arms  out, chest out  as he roared....however...normally when he did that, the player he had  just hit  was flat out on the  ground...not over  ticked off that someone just cheap shotted him... Before  any of the  folks  gathered around  Kray could  stop him, the  Pilot  sprinted  and launched himself  at the Sanri's  weakspot, thier  breast bone...The  Impact of  Kray's helmet, his  speed, and the flexing of the bigman's chest..all came together  with a Mighty Crack...Gruless Howled  as the poor Refs threw thier hats into the air, in lieu of  flags..., when the Big man hit the ground, he wasn't moving...save  for twitchings in his arms... Kray Got  up and sneered  down  at the  Sanri, then ran into the  endzone, tore the poster down, of Gruless tearing  his  Number in half...Kray  ripped the  poster  inhalf and  did  a mocking flex  , then left the  halves fall..Grueles left the  field on  a stretcher...The refs  huddled  around Kray  and spoke to him, the head  ref was  waving his hands  about  and  Kray  simply nodded...then Jogged  abck to the  sideline, with a slight limp.

 The ref announced, WE HAVE PERSONAL FOULS  ON BOTH TEAMS..THE FOULS CANCEL EACH OTHER OUT...NUMBER 19 HAS BEEN WARNED, HIS NEXT  PERSONAL FOUL WILL CAUSE HIS EJECTION...
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Splitting his attention between fiddling with the scope and watching the game, Roy caught the events that unfolded.  He'd spent the quarter, off and on, taking snaps of the guy he was pretty sure was talking to the man in the suite behind him, so it wasn't too much of a stretch for him to let it go.

He resumed fiddling with the scope again, at Shadow's demonstration of the pilot's opinion about the Sanri he'd just laid out on the field.  "Like I said...head like a cannonball..." was all he said, apparently scanning the sidelines.

 Hack  was standing close to the  ladies Now, LC  seemed a bit more relaxed being  near  them as well. When Gruless hit  Shadow, The  Commander  simply said,..That's  the last mistake  the Sanri  will make today.....

  As  Shadow   sprang from the sidelines and hit  the big man and all the  flag sorting out  took place, Hack began to speak, almost as if to himself,..The Sanri  is damn lucky to be alive.....

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  The  Half  ended  with  the Hermes  team putting up  a 20 yard FG..the  score  was  now Hermes  17, olympus 6

Stoly missed the initial play, so he didn't see the Sanri blindside Shadow.  He heard the crowd and came up with the camera rolling.  He managed to get the image zoomed in and stable in tim to catch the impact of Shadow's helmet on the big blue Demon's chest.  It was a good scene.  Shadow ripping down the poster and tearing it in half was even better.

Stoly grinned and showed the playback to Hannah.  ”I got it,”  Stoly said.  ” Or most of it anyway.  So about that signal intelligence gear...”

  The teams leave the  filed and there are a few  entertainers who come out  on the field  and sing, Dance, and use optics  for the crowd.

  while this  is going on  the fans  are headed to the  food couts  and the  people in the suites  are treated to  fresh foods and some deserts added to the  Buffets.

  Folks MIngle  about, Frans sweeps into the Hermes  suite with her two  companions, they stop at the Girls, Including the LC, and begin to talk,..well..it looks  like  Miller has a hot hand  so far..wouldn't  get too excited though...30  more minutes to play!

  Beth growls a bit,..why don't you guys  go sniff around those  three stooges  you sent over..they are bubble heads too..you 6  could  get along  quite well...

  Frans waves  her  hand like she is shooing  a fly,Listen , ensign...i don't  even know  why people like you are here...you should be down in the endzone with  the rest of them... frans  two pilot  buddies giggle...Beth looks  a bit upset.

  ..Beth, and the others  are here, because they were kind  enough to except  our  invitation..an invitation, that quite frankly , was not issued to youo  or your...friends...

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  In Gresh's Suite, the  two men  with the Comm, quieted down for  a bit. The talked amoung them selves and  eat  some  of the fresh goodies laid  out on the Buffet. Gresh , himself  made the rounds talking with his guests and apporached Roy (  and Stoly if/when he comes  back).  ..I must  say, I am impressed..but the  game  has  a whole 'nother half to go....

Angela turns around as Fran speaks again and lifts a brow. "People like us?." She clenches her fist some and growled. "If your meaning the Hermes Pilots, I'll have you know that we are the best there is...since you think you sports team is so hot then how about a game of our own." She grinned at the thought of them whipping the faces of these other pilots over the bow of their own ship. "I'll even let you set the terms."


(slight blow up hehe if not excepted then no harm done :D )

  She  looks  at  Angela and  sneers, .I don't  even know  who yu are....I....AM..A hermes  Pilot, as  are  my to friends here..I don't remeber  you being on the roster...

  The LC stepped up, Placing  a gentle  hand on Angela's  shoulder,she  just arrived  LAst Night. she was to be put in your flight according to the rotation, But the Wing Commander suggested  a change...i had to agree with it  as well...she flew  Under  Commander  Hack  at Mars Colony..

  Beth  looked at the LC  as she  said this and stiffened, she relaxed  as the LC said the  Kray's  "suggestion" was right.

  Roles  walked over  to the gathering  and  he smiledWell well  well...what a fine  gathering  of beauty!  he smiled  then Looked at frans,..you and your friends   don't  look half  bad either..but don't  worry, I am sure someone  one the Olympus can fix that...

  with a snap of  her  head, Frans'  face reddened,..Lets go LAdies, Let the LC and the...'Captain'...take care of  thier ....'guests'  as they  walk back to thier  suite, Frans  calls over  her shoulder,...just stay out   of  my way out there new girl...you'll be  flying with the real people now...well..except for Kray.... the  Girls Giggled as they made thier  way to the table inthier Suite.

  CApt Roles looked  at the LC,..you really must tell me the bet, that  HAck lost, that made him take her on his ship... Beth  giggled at this.

She so wanted to go after her and knock some adult attitude into her but stood still. "She's lucky I can't shoot a friendly, I would fire a missile up her fat little nose and give her a reason to be snobby." she looks to the captain with a faint smile. "It couldn't be a drinking bet or id want a rematch...just to win. Also sir if I may add you are looking very nice today." She returns her gaze to where Fran had gone. "I hope no one will punish me if I shoot her down if she fires at me."

 The Commander  comes over  as he watches  the three ladies  walk away, Captain Roles?  Did you just insult  three of  my pilots?


The Captainn looked at  the Commmander,maybe...can't  tell for sure Until i see if they can fly...but if  mean them three? he points to frans  and her buddies..then...well..yea... he grins  wider.

  The Commander nods and chuckles,well Ladies?  enjoying the game? And just a wee bit of backround  about Angela here. She  earned  the  ESN bronze  star and ESN Brionce  Cross  for actions on MArs Colony, when we  were there...didn't  quite turn out as she planned, but were giving her  a chance to  get some payback, Aye, Angela?

She would be bright red from blushing if she could, she just smiles big to the commander. "Oh yes sir, because if it wasn't for that miss-hap id have your job by now and you'd be under the table drunk out of your mind, so I'm going to take it out on those darkies as much as I can, and if it weren't for the good Captain those three would have needed a Medic and stat....and the games gran sir, i never thought id have fun watching what i can without interruption." she glances back to where Fran went.



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The program watched the game through several cameras 'he' had hijacked when nobody was on the network. It took half a nanosecond to get complete control. 2nd Lieutenant Prometheus used his amazing powers of turning the cameras ten degrees to get a better view of the field. He was currently inhabiting a small computer placed in a steel reinforced suitcase sitting in a chair next to some sergeant and corporal talking about sports. A small holographic projector in the suitcase, next to the computer, allowed the AI to communicate with the outside world. But he didn't care about the people next to him. He had money on this match, and was happily talking via comm-link to several tech specialists about how he was going to spend their money. They of course claimed that it was his money that was going to be spent, and not by the Lieutenant.

If Prometheus was capable of humor, or even smiling, he would be. The humans had such a limited capacity to understand the odds, and an even more limited capacity to take advantage of their understanding. Some things just weren't their strong suit, and gambling was one of them. He was also betting on several other things at the moment, including a poker match, in which he was currently participating in. And winning. His virtual pile of chips was far larger than all the others, three of whom were sitting in chairs formerly inhabited by people who had run out of chips. Managing all this activity was hard for a normal person, but the lieutenant was far from a normal person. For him this was as easy as breathing. Easier, in fact, since it was impossible for him to breath.

He wished he could taste though. He'd heard food was quite amazing.

Roy just chuckled.  "I can understand your guarded admiration.  First time I went into combat, I only had reputation and rumors to judge by, and I was a bit concerned about my own health."

He shrugged, and added, "I think our entire boarding action on that captured Demon ship lasted about ten...maybe fifteen minutes, before the Demons surrendered.  Didn't lose a soul on board, and our losses out in the space combat were nowhere near as bad as you'd have thought.  After that, I'd never make the mistake of betting against the Hermes...for anything."

Hannah smiled at the Commander and the Captain as she set her glass down. "It's a good game. A little rougher than the high school games I used to watch, but those were mostly excuses to get a frito pie and overdose on pixie sticks."

"That's because its the big leagues." she turned her attention back to the skies and looked to be lost in though, still getting that bad feeling. "Is this feeling because of the memory attack on Mars base, or was it still the nightmare that I had recently woken from?" she didn't turn around to ask her next question out loud. "Commander....how would we know if there's another attack comming while the games are going on, and if there is one on the way, is there any pilots on the ready?"

  Commander  Hack  smiled,..Demons   are aggresive, but not  entirely stupid..the Fire power on the OLympus, and her fighters. could  hold of the largest atacks  we have seen..they have two wings, one in the Uppers, one in the Lowers, close to 80 ships in each, give  or take a breakdown, or accident..The Athena, The Hermes  and the HArvestor are sitting out there, as  well as The Iron  and The Zinc..the  destroyers only have  6  fighters  apiece..but? we wold be ready, since  any atacks  would have to come  past  Jupitor an Saturn's  Moon bases...we ar quite  safe...But if you are getting edgey...there is  only one half  to go...

  Beth  gets  a little  jumpy, here they  come!


  The   crowd  roared  as the   Hermes  team  came  running out of the Tunnel...everyone  had thier helmest on except for Kray who was being pestered  but the trainer, trying to  get  the  'cover skin'  to set before he  put his head gear on.

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 Whenn the teams  came out, the two fellows  with the Comms began to  talk once more...on the screens the crawel came  across "..DB  Gureless  and  S Nokel are out for the  game, they have been taken to  the Medtechs...updates  as soon  as available..."

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  The ball was kicked off to  Hermes, starting  at thier  25, Once more Miller used the  no huddle, yet ran the clock as she called audibles and  fake  audibles, have the ball snapped  with  1 or 2 seconds on the clock, quick passes to Kray  and Dana, and the TE as  well as more and more  runs  by the tough running  Fullback  and Halfback tantem...the clocke  began to fade...On his thired Catch,,the Crawel  came  acorss the screen"...WR  shadow  has now captured the  reception title  for the season..."

  7:30 off the clock when the Halfback  blasted through the hole that the Center  and  Left guard  made, the full back clearing the way, he went into the endzone standing up...the kick made it 24 -6... The Kickoff had the Olympus  team stuck  at the 18...they were now  hoplessly outmatched...three plays  and they punted.the ball going out of bounds  at midfield...

  Miller  was  on top her  game, the  Hermes team did not let up..every Chant, every scream  seemed to make them  want to punich the Olympus  team that  much more...  with 3 seconds left in the third  quarter, a 21 yard  FG made  the score 27-6...the gun sounded for the thied  quarter..Olympus  "fans" began to stream out of  the  stadium.

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  Prometheus was feeling something odd in the streams he was watching...there  was some undercurrent , that he has not  felt  before....

She groans lightly...edgy wasn't the feeling she was having...she wanted to be on the ready force now. she puts her hands together, still not paying attention to the game anymore. Her anger building, wanting her revenge at this second, just if only they were stupid enough to come, then there was still the fact that her ship wasn't ready... She could fly better being linked with her ship...