EXETERRPG: (2 - 1229) aFO Cmdr Alex Jones

[Mark Howard]

Mission: A New Day Dawns

Day: 2

Stardate: 2446.01.29





(Earth, Arizona, baseball field - aFO Alex Jones - 1229)



~Ridiculous game~ Alex thought to himself as he sat in the bleachers and
soaked up the atmosphere, the sun, and a couple of beers as he watched the
game unfold in front of him while chatting amiably to those around him. He
could feel the tension of the crew lift in the convivial atmosphere of the
afternoon game, chilly though it was, he tended not to particularly feel
the cold, and was quite happy in knee length shorts and one of his rugby
squad hoodies, that he tended to favour when off duty.

Suddenly, out of nowhere and in the space of a few heartbeats, all hell had
broken lose. It seemed to have started by a loose bowl by the Deltan
bowler…pitcher, and the other chap, the batsma…batter, seemed to take
umbrage at it, and charged. Moments later, punches thrown left right and
centre, Alex sighed, drained his beer, and after noticing Trip and a couple
of other Command officers try to regain order, stepped over and strode
toward the melee, to lend assistance.

Abruptly, the PA system roared into life, the fast pace guitar and drum
riff that rang a bell somehow at the back of his head. ~Something nice and
soft to calm down might have been wiser but it seemed someone had an ear
for a decent tune.~

He’d heard Trip and Tyrell yell for calm, and he lent his voice to it as
well, “ENOUGH!” his voice roared across the melee.

He was used to this kind of thing, but didn’t know it happened in baseball
too. His sport of choice had always been Rugby, and he’d been a decent
Hooker in his younger days, He still played, and could still hold his own,
and hold the scrum together despite his advancing middle age. Not a
precisely tall man by todays measure, he was just shy of six foot, standing
about 5’11, but years of a physical game for recreation had given him a
bulky, muscular build.

Trying to regain order with the other Command Officers, he felt a punch to
the back of his head. No real stranger to such a thing, he turned round,
and instinctively grabbed the assailant by the scruff of the collar.

“Try that again sunshine and you’re going home via sickbay.” He threatened,
it was usually enough, this one though was still full of adrenaline, and
raised his fist again. “Push off kid, you punch like my grandmother; and
she’s dead.” He strode off, physically dragging the younger player by the
scruff of the neck and deposited him into the arms of the game stewards,
who were also trying to regain control.

Sighing gently, He passed comment to someone in the crowd, “I don’t recall
baseball being played like this. Must have been doing it wrong all these
years.”



Striding back into the fray, he saw the young Deltan, whose pitch had
started the ruckus, and spoke to her as he bodily dragged another away.
“You okay kid?”



(Reply Jori)

(Posted by Mark)
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