=/\= Holodeck 3 =/\= The spring air was chilly yet soothing as he ran down a grassy field, wearing a synthetically-polymered uniform with black shorts and a red checkered shirt. He reached the white ball and slowed down momentarily, to maintain control of it. With a series of kicks, he began to move the ball forward and other individuals wearing the same uniform appeared on the side of him. Ahead, players in a different color stood against him and they began to move forward. The first charged at his ball and Acheson lured him away by pretending to shift his hips right, as if to turn that way. The next one was slower and wasn’t fooled by his maneuver. He kept kicking at Nathan’s ball and Nate thought quickly of what to do. With a firm kick, he passed it to a teammate and went off on a tangent, toward the goal. His teammate made some forward progress, but starting getting surrounded. He shot a return pass to Acheson. Acheson raised his foot back, aimed and . [Reminder: You have a meeting in 1 hour in the Main Conference Room] “What?” Nathan got distracted at a pivotal moment and the other team quickly took the ball and began dribbling it downfield. ”Damn it” he swore, before calling for the arch. He walked out of the Holodeck. “Computer, deactivate program.” The field and grass were replaced with air and holodeck grid lines as he left. =/\= Conference Room =/\= Acheson entered the conference room freshly showered, in his uniform. As noone else had arrived, he got himself coffee from the replicator and took a seat. With the spare time, he typed up a Tactical report about the relay that he replaced and of the diagnostics he ran. =/\= END LOG =/\= MCapt Acheson CTAC USS Chimera <<Sorry if it’s a bit too short>> -- ___________________________________________________________ Sign-up for Ads Free at Mail.com http://promo.mail.com/adsfreejump.htm