System: Corellia
Mission: Two days liberty
Attire: Cheesy Shirt
Shorts
Equipment: Cooler with bottles and ice (see image below)
Danthem scratched at his arm, the tiny grains of sand already starting to find their way onto his tan-oiled skin or well more precisely sticking to the dark hair coating his body. He had already abandoned his shoes back at the edge of the golden expanse and, the thin warm grains running in between his toes with each step he took. The pilot reached up from his arm to pull up his shaded glasses and stared across the sands to where yellow shifted into a crystal blue. The man seemed to stop and simply stare out at it for a few more moments, living in that moment while it lasted.
When his gaze shifted he noticed the Borgleball game going on a little further down the beach and set off for the action while sighing slightly at the heat.
"Sheesh" he muttered and squinted his eyes slightly while padding on through the sand. He fumbled with a few more of the buttons on the tacky and slightly too-loose shirt he had bought from an old guy more sun-soaked than half the rocks on this beach. Now that he had started to sweat slightly the cheap material didn't feel as premium as the salesman had made it sound. Still, he guessed it still beat trying to wander around in his flight jacket.
Eventually, the lieutenant dropped down the cooler with an audible clinking of bottles. He pulled out the gym towel that he had 'borrowed' from the Alliance naval station he had been dropped off at. With a quick flick up into the air the material unfurled before catching the wind slightly and spread out into a white square and plopped himself down onto the top of it. Leaning back he could feel the rays of sunlight run up his body and the slight breeze cooling the worst of the heat into a pleasant warming.
His comm started to buzz and brrrt again, no doubt some other administration task he was supposed to be doing on his couple of days off. He thumbed the thing until it stopped making a sound before lobbing it lazily into the sand next to his cooler. Speaking of which he sighed and tensed his core to sit back up cracked the top open and fished one of the green glass bottles from the slowly melting chunks of ice he had managed to scramble together after filling up a couple of hydration packs and flash-freezing them on the coolant tank of a land speeder. Still, it seemed to do the trick as he twisted off the cap and wolfed down a long mouthful of the fizzing amber liquid kept within. Pressing the cool bottle to his forehead brought a smirk to his lips. Only what twenty years til retirement? That was doable. Maybe he would come back here and just live on the beach like the old roadside seller.
He sat watching the ball game with the rest of his bottle before jumping up and jogging over towards them. The ball seemed to go out of play and land within his general vicinity allowing the ex-farmboy to scoop up the egg-shaped ball and cocked his arm back as if he was to overhand throw it back to the nearest of the players. He was a little older than what looked like teenagers playing the game but hell he hadn't played ball since candidacy school and he wasn't going to miss out on the chance here.
"Go long!" He shouted before shooting the ball forward back into the game before dropping into the team that seemed to have the least players and was down by three goals.
They went back and forward for a few sets, the kids seemingly far more adept at the game than he was, especially so in the sand. Even when he had the ball they seemed to have little trouble blocking most of his throws. Power wasn't his issue but accuracy was another matter entirely. They reset and the other team seemed to drive forward, dodging and dancing around Danthem as he kicked up sand doing his best not to fall over let alone make any kind of block.
"Wooh, how's that one!" They cheered as the ball was once again driven into his team's goal.
"Yeah yeah, twenty credits you wont stop this next one." He retorted and scooped up the ball from the goal. He moved a hand up into the air to usher his team to move up the pitch. Dan swept the sand from the ground around his feet and set the ball for a kick. He brought his gaze down to the ball, steeling himself as a breath ran from his nostrils. He focused and stepped backwards to give himself a run-up before charging forward and throwing his weight behind the kick. There was an audible thump as the top of his foot connected with the thing and transferred the built-up momentum in nothing more than a few moments. The egg took off. Launching upwards, soaring into the air like a missile. It soared and soared... and soared.
"Oh... kark" he muttered as the ball seemed to keep going off the edge of the playing field they had set up for themselves, veering wildly off course in its doomed parabolic arc. Being a fighter pilot he was pretty good with geometry, it became sort of inherent after a while, and he let his mouth open again as he saw that the ball was now on a collision course with the general area of the two figures (
Matthew of Valendale
and
Valery Noble
) he had seen waving at each other earlier.
"Double kark." He said again as the ball turned onto its downward trajectory and started to frantically wave his arms at them.