The sun was hot, the sun was high, and somehow three of the American Union's best found themselves dragged into a volleyball tournament to humor a very fan-girlish commander who wanted to see hot men in little more then swimtrunks. It was definitely a test of reflexes and atheltic skill with balls shot high and low.

How did they get roped into it? Sure they were about to fly out on patrol deal with some defectors that had been detected by one of the recon teams out on patrol but the COMMANDER would have none of that.

"Play for me," she commanded imperiously to them and smiled sweetly now. "Play for me and win and I might make it worth your while," she purred now. "And don't forget uniform for the courts is swimtrunks only," she added with a girlish smile and an edge of confidence that brooked no arguement. Orders were orders and they weren't about to get written up all because of not playing a stupid game.

There was quite a crowd of male and female troops watching this game and bets were made as with any game.

Nelson, Seig, and Derek manage to hold their one against one of the Maritime Force's 'best' teams. There was an underlying cause on why the commander said what she did.

The ground-pounders and sea-dogs had their rivalry here in the UA on who was the most important.

After a grueling set of five games with Derek edging out the last point by meeting the ball with his face in a defiant display they managed to win...

And for their efforts though the money was sweet...

Sunburns were a bitch.

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Nelson, Seig, and Derek win!
Injured [1] For all
10,000c awarded to each.
2 EXP awarded to each.