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No one really could put down a date to when it started. No one could rightly state â€œIt was at this point in time that it happenedâ€. It was a game that evolved slightly over the last few years, the Canoness knew it was a game that was started to be played by her command with in the last three or four years. It had evolved slightly, from the game played by the local men that lived and worked in the farms around the base. Canoness Amanda encouraged the game somewhat, had helped to formalize some of the smaller changes, she knew it helped with the training of her troops. It helped with the basic fitness, hand-eye co-ordination, it helped the women learn to trust some of their sisters in arms.
Each woman had forgone their power armor, to wear figure hugging clothing and dense foam padding that covered their shoulders, chest, upper back and arms, and thighs. Some even wore a helmet as well.
At each end of the parade ground three rings were set on to a tall pole. The first and largest ring was quite low, and easy to get too, thus bought the scoring team one point. The second ring was half the size of the first, and higher, perhaps just past head height of most of the sisters competing on the field. This gave the scoring team two points. The third ring was barely bigger than the ball itself, and just past the reach of a tall space marine, this gave ten points, and since a high scoring game was considered to be five or six points to the winning team, it often could be the winning points that sealed the game.
Each team competed with their unit. Some times two or three of the smaller units competed with each other against the larger units. Sometimes it was very deliberately miss-matched, with one unit having a sizable advantage in numbers.
The games with the larger units tend to a swarming maul of a game. Difficult to tell at times team mate from competitor, split decisions had to be made. This was another reason why Amanda formalized all of it into a part of the training regime. The general melee of the game wasnâ€™t much different from the melee of a fight. Granted, different intentions, but still similar choices needed to be made.
The main draw game today, was one of the main reasons why Amanda had left her stifling office to get away from the administrative duties she was doing at the time. She needed to get away for a spell to clear her head.
This game was between a unit of eight Grey Knight terminators â€“ who wore no power armor like their competitors, and a few made some concessions with the padded armor â€“ and a unit of twenty soritaâ€™s.
The two teams were spread across the field waiting for the oval shaped ball to be thrown in from the side line. The ball sailed high and long across the width of the rectangular paddock, two of the Grey Knights tried to use their height to take the ball from the air, but didnâ€™t quite make it, it finally came down from its arc into a small group of sisters who were defending one grey knight. Two of the sisters tangled themselves in his way to allow a third to grab the ball and start the hundred and fifty yard dash up the paddock. She saw a grey knight charge toward her and she looked around, saw her chance and sent the ball spinning its way toward a small group of sisters. The grey knight managed to stop himself in time to change direction and follow the ball as it fell slightly short and bounced awkwardly toward a small empty space.
Due to his out pacing those around him, and sheer blind luck that the ball bounced just right for him, he grabbed the ball neatly as it bounced up and started a run up the field toward the goals. He easily outpaced the sisters around him with long strides. He only looked around for his options when he saw a group of five soroitas ranged in front of him, so no matter which way he went, he would be tangled. He didnâ€™t see the sister run in from behind and from the side of him, take a leap toward his legs and her weight moved his left leg over enough to catch the back of his right ankle, sending him sprawling and loosing the ball.
He wasnâ€™t on his feet fast enough â€“ his tackler still holding on to his ankles to hold him down as long as possible â€“ to get the ball before a soroita who lost the ball almost immediately from being bodily charged outside the marked lines of the paddock.
The ball was thrown back in by a close spectator, this time aiming for more toward the centre of the field, allowing the soroitas the gain back some ground.
The ball was picked back up by a grey knight who bull-charged his way down the field. Knocking aside any who got in his way, running over anyone who refused to budge. When he finally made it to the goal pole, it was only due to the sister superior dangling from his arm that made him score two points rather than the ten he was aiming for.
"Wake up me boy! There you are. Now, how many finger am I holding up?"
"It must be worse than I though; lad can't even tell the difference between a hook and a finger"