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The first story of the new season! Enjoy!
Saturday, October 12
Patriot Stadium, Williamsburg, VA
The team was called into Patriot Stadium for a pre-draft practice. It served another purpose though, as Sam Gwosdz (Red Fox, GM, WIL) had some news to give to Silas Rand (Squirrel, G). Rand followed Gwosdz into his office.
“Have a seat, Si,” Sam offered as he sat down behind his desk. Silas nodded and sat in one of the remaining chairs. He had a pretty good idea why he was here, but he didn’t look too concerned. But that was Silas; usually relaxed, not letting things get to him. He looked at the fox across from him.
“What’s up, Sam?” he asked. The general manager took off his cap and wiped his brow.
“Well, it’s not too easy for me to say this… you’re going to Pittsburgh.”
Silas nodded and adjusted his position a little in his seat. “Yeah? For whom?”
“Crystal Davis.”
Silas wolf-whistled and nodded. “Say, that’s not bad.”
Sam nodded slightly and rose from his seat. “You think Ethan will take it well?”
Rand grinned. “Oh, I’m sure. This stuff is all still pretty new to him. I think he just likes to travel, y’know?”
The general manager grinned. “Yeah, I get it. But still.”
The squirrel nodded. “I get ya. So… guess it’s time to go. Everyone should still be in the locker room.”
Sam followed Silas to the team locker rooms, and everyone was just finished getting dressed. Desmond Macon (Siberian Tiger, F, WIL) was showing Ethan something on his oPhone and the little guy was just mesmerized by it.
“Whoa… sweet.”
“Sure is, little dude! That’s me back in Bradford my rookie year.”
The older squirrel walked over and patted his half-brother on the shoulder.
“C’mon, buddy, time to get your stuff. We gotta go,” he said. Sasha Ivanovich’s (Lynx, F, WIL) ears perked up; she recognized that tone of voice. The realization started to hit the others as well.
Eleanor Rigby (Deer, G, WIL) looked at Silas. “Have you been traded?” she asked.
Silas nodded. “Yep.”
“So soon? That stinks…” Eric Logan (Bull Elephant, C, WIL) grunted. Even he was appreciating having Silas on the team.
“Like, who were you traded for?” Eleanor continued to ask. Silas then jokingly struck a muscle-man pose. “The handsome Silas Rand has been traded for the lovely Crystal Davis!” he declared in a mock superhero voice. The room was silent, if only for a moment.
“Wow,” Leonard Mack (Fox, F/C, WIL) finally said. Silas grinned.
“I know, right?”
“Si, it sure is. Still, we will miss you. You saved our guard positions,” Vera La Tiérra (Red Vixen, G, WIL) replied. She hugged Silas gingerly and kissed him on the cheek. The squirrel chuckled a little and gave the vixen a little hug back.
“Thanks, Vera, that means a lot,” he said. A little tear trickled down his cheek and Vera giggled.
“No llores, Silas; ya lloré bastante,” she said teasingly, wiping his tear away. A ripple of chuckles went through the room, even if only Teo and Leonard understood what she meant. Everyone then wished Silas well. Teo Masalia (Black Panther, G, WIL) helped him gather his things while Macon promised Ethan he’d send him some clips from FBA.com to Silas’s smartphone so he could remember his time here. Silas took the cue and jotted down his e-mail address on a scrap of paper to give to the tiger.
It wouldn’t be a permanent good-bye; they would see Silas at least eight times during the year. They could still catch up with him and his life.
Still, they knew it wouldn’t be the same. Trades usually mess with the way of the world.
* * *
Sunday, October 13
Las Vegas, NV
Sam Gwosdz (Red Fox, GM, WIL) and Morgan Roosevelt (Raccoon, HC, WIL) couldn’t believe how nutty a night this had been. Vera La Tiérra, clothed in a beautiful red dress, couldn’t believe it herself. The three were seated at the Minutemen draft table and they had witnessed several reaches and falls already.
It was a beautiful moment, though, when Otis Najac (Bat-eared Fox, G/F, TAL) was picked by the Tallahassee Typhoons; his twin sister had been flown in from Haiti to be there for him, and he spotted her after meeting the commissioner. They embraced warmly.
There wasn’t a dry eye in the house.
In the meantime, Alexnader Moon (Grey Wolf, F) sat in the front seats in the gallery, one of the “on the cusp” athletes invited to Las Vegas. It was his second time being in the city, the first time going on a family vacation when he was younger. His black hair was neatly done, his brand new black suit neatly pressed. Still, he was a little nervous as he pushed his eyeglasses back on his nose. He didn’t know if he would be drafted at all, as he was sure all the players named on general Top 24 lists would go first. He watched as Gwosdz walked up to the stage and handed in his pick to Sterne Davids. The ferret then walked to the podium and faced the crowd.
“With the 18th pick, the WIlliamsburg Minutemen select… Alexander Moon, from Appalachian Mammal College.”
There was a lot of surprised murmurs, but that quickly changed to applause as Alexander shot out of his seat, a shocked look on his face. That quickly changed to a big grin as he walked up to the stage and the commissioner handed him a red basketball with the Minutemen logo. The wolf then headed to the table as the party stood up to greet him. Sam shook his hand and handed him a Minutemen cap as flashbulbs popped around him. After he put it on his head. Vera shook his paw and leaned up to peck him on the cheek.
“Welcome to the Minutemen, Alex,” she said with a smile. Alex blushed a deep red and Sam and Morgan couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Th-thanks, Vera, it’s a real honor to meet ya,” he said, then he started to tear up. Vera cocked her head a little.
“What’s wrong?”
“I just wish Coach Summers was here to see this…” he said, referring to one of his old college coaches. Appalachian Memorial College assistant coach Taylor Summers, a buck deer, had been a huge influence on Moon’s development as a player, and unfortunately passed away from heart failure during Moon’s junior year. Coach Roosevelt smiled and put a paw on his shoulder.
“He’s watching you, son. Make him proud,” he said. Moon wiped a tear from his eye and shook Morgan’s paw.
“Thanks, Coach. I’ll do my best.”
“That’s what we want to see.”
* * *
As the draft wore on and the Minutemen’s second pick approached, Sam realized there was still a first-round projected athlete available. Admittedly, flashbacks to last year’s draft were going through his mind, and his panicked reactions after privately feeling picking Urayak Monogoyak (Wolverine, F, TEN) was a brutal mistake.
Moon truly wasn’t a mistake, he felt, but he needed a better talent at the moment, so he informed Commissioner Davids of his pick and sat back down. The older ferret soon walked to the podium.
“With the 38th pick of the 2013 FBA Draft, the Williamsburg Minutemen select René Lacoste, from Shreveport, Louisiana,” Davids announced. Lacoste leapt out of his chair and pumped his fist, finally picked at last. To applause, he collected his basketball from the commissioner, and retreated to the Minutemen’s table where he shook Sam’s paw. Suddenly, the phone at the table rang over the din and the fox sat down to take it. Lacoste wondered what was going on as he shook Coach Roosevelt’s paw and then got a hug from Vera. After she let go, the vixen couldn’t help but stare at the general manager as he spoke.
“Yes, all right, I’ll agree to that. One million in extra space, yes…” he said. Lacoste raised an eyebrow as he looked at the fox punch something into his desk computer and press enter.
“Yes, pleasure doing business with you too, Mr. Yowai. Goodbye”
Sam then hung up his cell phone and rubbed a paw down his muzzle. “Boy, this is awkward…” he mumbled. He then looked at René who looked a mite stunned.
“Guess you belong at the Albany table now, René,” Sam replied, then clearing his throat. The jackal chuckled a little at the absurdity of being traded so quickly.
“I see.”
Sam then handed him the Minutemen basketball and a ballcap. “Here, take these as souvenirs,” he said. La Tiérra nodded and gave him a peck on the cheek as well. “Take that with you too,” she teased. Lacoste grinned widely when she did.
“Oh, I will. Thanks, Vera,” he said. He shook Moon’s paw before departing to the Alphas table to meet Kawaru Yowai (Cabbit, GM, ALB) and Rourkie Danyals (Cat, Coach, ALB). He crossed paths with the Minutemen’s new player and patted him on the shoulder. Diego Imperio (Degu, G, WIL) nodded as he passed Lacoste. Vera was the first to greet Imperio, giving him a hug.
“Welcome to the Minutemen, Diego,” she said with a smile. The rat nodded, blushing hotly and a grin formed on his muzzle. He seemed to be quite smitten.
“Eh… Vera La Tiérra, right?”
The vixen nodded. “Mmmhmmm!”
“Ah, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Diego continued, his Spanish accent very thick. “I’m just happy to be taken by someone,” he said, his enthusiasm showing. Sam nodded back.
“Well, Diego, we know you’ll do well for the Minutemen,” he said. Roosevelt nodded.
“That’s right.”
Diego nodded, trying not to get emotional again. “I will work hard, sirs; I promise you that,” he said. The two nodded, believing his honesty. He truly would fit in well with the team.
The rest of the night went off without a hitch and after the draft night was concluded, the five went to enjoy their hotel’s atmosphere before taking to their hotel rooms. The Williamsburg charter jet would be waiting for them in the morning to bring them back to the east coast. There, they would start work anew.
* * *
Monday, October 14
Patriot Stadium, Williamsburg, VA
A car pulled up into the players’ parking lot and an attractive cheetah stepped out of the car. She went back to the trunk and retrieved a Pittsburgh Keystones gym bag. She hadn’t been at this area of the Patriot Stadium complex often; she was here either as a visiting player or coming to watch her father play on some occasions.
But Crystal Davis (Cheetah, G, WIL) was here now. This was her place to practice, to get to know her new teammates. With an air of confidence, she made her way to the entrance, dressed in jeans, sneakers and a red tank top. As she walked closer to the entrance, she noticed someone was waiting for her; a black panther about her height. Teo Masalia. Crystal grinned and gave a wave.
“Hey, Teo! Nice to see someone waiting for me!” she teased. The panther laughed and gave her a small hug, careful about her gym bag.
“Hey, someone had to make sure you came here all right, ; come on in,” he said, pushing open the door for her. As Crystal walked inside, Teo shut the door behind her. The two navigated a couple of narrow hallways, the echoes of basketballs bouncing on wood and the slight buzz of the overhead fluorescent lights providing the ambience.
“The locker rooms are down this way to the right. Coach’s offices just down past them,” he said, showing her the layout. “Coach is waiting for you to get dressed,” he said. It was then Crystal noticed that Teo was dressed in his practice uniform: a white jersey with “Williamsburg Minutemen Basketball” on his chest and his number 16 below that in red block letters.
“Oh, of course,” she said with a little laugh. “Sorry, Teo, just a little excited.”
“Can’t blame you. Come on in when you’re ready. Ladies’ locker rooms are further back; you’ll see them,” he said. The cheetah nodded and entered the locker rooms.
As Davis walked inside, she took note of the layout of the men’s area, then pushed open the door in the back, walking inside. A brand-new gym bag and uniforms were waiting for her. Crystal smiled as she saw her familiar 32 on her practice jersey. For some reason, Pittsburgh had issued her number three when she joined them after the draft. She didn’t raise a stink, but she had always preferred that number ever since she started using it in college back in Texas.
After dressing, she then walked back to the gym, her bare feet noting the cold tile floors. She did feel a little excited at the new situation. It was like a new beginning. She pushed open the door to the practice gym.
“Presenting the newest member of the Minutemen, Crystal Davis!” Teo bellowed. Laughter and applause broke out and Crystal couldn’t help but giggle herself.
After she introduced herself to her new teammates, including the new rookies Diego Imperio and Alexander Moon, an impromptu scrimmage broke out so everyone could see what Crystal could do for themselves. The cheetah seized the moment and delivered.
Backdoor and no-look passes. Expert jukes and fakes. Smooth shooting form. She had great range. When it was time to do some serious work, Vera La Tiérra immediately took charge on defending Crystal and the cheetah did the same to her. It was incredible seeing the two go at it, like a small duel. The cheetah started to smile as she attempted to drive past Vera to the basket. On the other end, Vera smirked visibly as she posted up, faked a move and went up with a shot. No words were exchanged between the two of them; they let their actions speak.
And the team noticed.
After practice, as the girls were getting ready to leave, Crystal approached Vera as she was finishing getting dressed.
“You were really great out there today, Vera; it’s nice to finally get to play with you,” the cheetah said brightly. Vera nodded and smiled back, though it was a tiny bit of a front. She was playing her hardest to prove herself to the others and to Crystal that time. She knew good and well that Crystal had watched her fail before. But Davis seemed very genuine, so Vera’s feelings gradually became more genuine.
“It was wonderful to play with you too; you’re very talented,” she said. Davis grinned a little and waved her paw.
“Hard work and trust in your teammates makes success, that’s what Dad always said.”
Vera nodded and smiled. “I always did wonder: what’s it like having Healey as a father?” she asked.
“Yes, Crystal, I’ve been curious myself,” Marron Gwosdz (Arctic Vixen, G, WIL) said. Eleanor Rigby (Deer, G, WIL) nodded.
“It must be, like, groovy to have him sendin’ you such basketball mojo,” she said.
The smile disappeared from Crystal’s muzzle as she unconsciously fingered the crystal she wore around her neck. She still rankled at the prospect of having to relive those questions over and over but she nodded, knowing they all were just curious.
“Well, let’s just say that I love Daddy, but no one should expect me to be him,” she said. Vera nodded curtly, getting the message. Agreements came from the other ladies. It was going to be eventful having Crystal and Vera on the team at the same time. They all knew that.
Everyone hoped it would lead to success in the future.
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Sam Gwosdz
Saturday, October 12
Patriot Stadium, Williamsburg, VA
The team was called into Patriot Stadium for a pre-draft practice. It served another purpose though, as Sam Gwosdz (Red Fox, GM, WIL) had some news to give to Silas Rand (Squirrel, G). Rand followed Gwosdz into his office.
“Have a seat, Si,” Sam offered as he sat down behind his desk. Silas nodded and sat in one of the remaining chairs. He had a pretty good idea why he was here, but he didn’t look too concerned. But that was Silas; usually relaxed, not letting things get to him. He looked at the fox across from him.
“What’s up, Sam?” he asked. The general manager took off his cap and wiped his brow.
“Well, it’s not too easy for me to say this… you’re going to Pittsburgh.”
Silas nodded and adjusted his position a little in his seat. “Yeah? For whom?”
“Crystal Davis.”
Silas wolf-whistled and nodded. “Say, that’s not bad.”
Sam nodded slightly and rose from his seat. “You think Ethan will take it well?”
Rand grinned. “Oh, I’m sure. This stuff is all still pretty new to him. I think he just likes to travel, y’know?”
The general manager grinned. “Yeah, I get it. But still.”
The squirrel nodded. “I get ya. So… guess it’s time to go. Everyone should still be in the locker room.”
Sam followed Silas to the team locker rooms, and everyone was just finished getting dressed. Desmond Macon (Siberian Tiger, F, WIL) was showing Ethan something on his oPhone and the little guy was just mesmerized by it.
“Whoa… sweet.”
“Sure is, little dude! That’s me back in Bradford my rookie year.”
The older squirrel walked over and patted his half-brother on the shoulder.
“C’mon, buddy, time to get your stuff. We gotta go,” he said. Sasha Ivanovich’s (Lynx, F, WIL) ears perked up; she recognized that tone of voice. The realization started to hit the others as well.
Eleanor Rigby (Deer, G, WIL) looked at Silas. “Have you been traded?” she asked.
Silas nodded. “Yep.”
“So soon? That stinks…” Eric Logan (Bull Elephant, C, WIL) grunted. Even he was appreciating having Silas on the team.
“Like, who were you traded for?” Eleanor continued to ask. Silas then jokingly struck a muscle-man pose. “The handsome Silas Rand has been traded for the lovely Crystal Davis!” he declared in a mock superhero voice. The room was silent, if only for a moment.
“Wow,” Leonard Mack (Fox, F/C, WIL) finally said. Silas grinned.
“I know, right?”
“Si, it sure is. Still, we will miss you. You saved our guard positions,” Vera La Tiérra (Red Vixen, G, WIL) replied. She hugged Silas gingerly and kissed him on the cheek. The squirrel chuckled a little and gave the vixen a little hug back.
“Thanks, Vera, that means a lot,” he said. A little tear trickled down his cheek and Vera giggled.
“No llores, Silas; ya lloré bastante,” she said teasingly, wiping his tear away. A ripple of chuckles went through the room, even if only Teo and Leonard understood what she meant. Everyone then wished Silas well. Teo Masalia (Black Panther, G, WIL) helped him gather his things while Macon promised Ethan he’d send him some clips from FBA.com to Silas’s smartphone so he could remember his time here. Silas took the cue and jotted down his e-mail address on a scrap of paper to give to the tiger.
It wouldn’t be a permanent good-bye; they would see Silas at least eight times during the year. They could still catch up with him and his life.
Still, they knew it wouldn’t be the same. Trades usually mess with the way of the world.
* * *
Sunday, October 13
Las Vegas, NV
Sam Gwosdz (Red Fox, GM, WIL) and Morgan Roosevelt (Raccoon, HC, WIL) couldn’t believe how nutty a night this had been. Vera La Tiérra, clothed in a beautiful red dress, couldn’t believe it herself. The three were seated at the Minutemen draft table and they had witnessed several reaches and falls already.
It was a beautiful moment, though, when Otis Najac (Bat-eared Fox, G/F, TAL) was picked by the Tallahassee Typhoons; his twin sister had been flown in from Haiti to be there for him, and he spotted her after meeting the commissioner. They embraced warmly.
There wasn’t a dry eye in the house.
In the meantime, Alexnader Moon (Grey Wolf, F) sat in the front seats in the gallery, one of the “on the cusp” athletes invited to Las Vegas. It was his second time being in the city, the first time going on a family vacation when he was younger. His black hair was neatly done, his brand new black suit neatly pressed. Still, he was a little nervous as he pushed his eyeglasses back on his nose. He didn’t know if he would be drafted at all, as he was sure all the players named on general Top 24 lists would go first. He watched as Gwosdz walked up to the stage and handed in his pick to Sterne Davids. The ferret then walked to the podium and faced the crowd.
“With the 18th pick, the WIlliamsburg Minutemen select… Alexander Moon, from Appalachian Mammal College.”
There was a lot of surprised murmurs, but that quickly changed to applause as Alexander shot out of his seat, a shocked look on his face. That quickly changed to a big grin as he walked up to the stage and the commissioner handed him a red basketball with the Minutemen logo. The wolf then headed to the table as the party stood up to greet him. Sam shook his hand and handed him a Minutemen cap as flashbulbs popped around him. After he put it on his head. Vera shook his paw and leaned up to peck him on the cheek.
“Welcome to the Minutemen, Alex,” she said with a smile. Alex blushed a deep red and Sam and Morgan couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Th-thanks, Vera, it’s a real honor to meet ya,” he said, then he started to tear up. Vera cocked her head a little.
“What’s wrong?”
“I just wish Coach Summers was here to see this…” he said, referring to one of his old college coaches. Appalachian Memorial College assistant coach Taylor Summers, a buck deer, had been a huge influence on Moon’s development as a player, and unfortunately passed away from heart failure during Moon’s junior year. Coach Roosevelt smiled and put a paw on his shoulder.
“He’s watching you, son. Make him proud,” he said. Moon wiped a tear from his eye and shook Morgan’s paw.
“Thanks, Coach. I’ll do my best.”
“That’s what we want to see.”
* * *
As the draft wore on and the Minutemen’s second pick approached, Sam realized there was still a first-round projected athlete available. Admittedly, flashbacks to last year’s draft were going through his mind, and his panicked reactions after privately feeling picking Urayak Monogoyak (Wolverine, F, TEN) was a brutal mistake.
Moon truly wasn’t a mistake, he felt, but he needed a better talent at the moment, so he informed Commissioner Davids of his pick and sat back down. The older ferret soon walked to the podium.
“With the 38th pick of the 2013 FBA Draft, the Williamsburg Minutemen select René Lacoste, from Shreveport, Louisiana,” Davids announced. Lacoste leapt out of his chair and pumped his fist, finally picked at last. To applause, he collected his basketball from the commissioner, and retreated to the Minutemen’s table where he shook Sam’s paw. Suddenly, the phone at the table rang over the din and the fox sat down to take it. Lacoste wondered what was going on as he shook Coach Roosevelt’s paw and then got a hug from Vera. After she let go, the vixen couldn’t help but stare at the general manager as he spoke.
“Yes, all right, I’ll agree to that. One million in extra space, yes…” he said. Lacoste raised an eyebrow as he looked at the fox punch something into his desk computer and press enter.
“Yes, pleasure doing business with you too, Mr. Yowai. Goodbye”
Sam then hung up his cell phone and rubbed a paw down his muzzle. “Boy, this is awkward…” he mumbled. He then looked at René who looked a mite stunned.
“Guess you belong at the Albany table now, René,” Sam replied, then clearing his throat. The jackal chuckled a little at the absurdity of being traded so quickly.
“I see.”
Sam then handed him the Minutemen basketball and a ballcap. “Here, take these as souvenirs,” he said. La Tiérra nodded and gave him a peck on the cheek as well. “Take that with you too,” she teased. Lacoste grinned widely when she did.
“Oh, I will. Thanks, Vera,” he said. He shook Moon’s paw before departing to the Alphas table to meet Kawaru Yowai (Cabbit, GM, ALB) and Rourkie Danyals (Cat, Coach, ALB). He crossed paths with the Minutemen’s new player and patted him on the shoulder. Diego Imperio (Degu, G, WIL) nodded as he passed Lacoste. Vera was the first to greet Imperio, giving him a hug.
“Welcome to the Minutemen, Diego,” she said with a smile. The rat nodded, blushing hotly and a grin formed on his muzzle. He seemed to be quite smitten.
“Eh… Vera La Tiérra, right?”
The vixen nodded. “Mmmhmmm!”
“Ah, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Diego continued, his Spanish accent very thick. “I’m just happy to be taken by someone,” he said, his enthusiasm showing. Sam nodded back.
“Well, Diego, we know you’ll do well for the Minutemen,” he said. Roosevelt nodded.
“That’s right.”
Diego nodded, trying not to get emotional again. “I will work hard, sirs; I promise you that,” he said. The two nodded, believing his honesty. He truly would fit in well with the team.
The rest of the night went off without a hitch and after the draft night was concluded, the five went to enjoy their hotel’s atmosphere before taking to their hotel rooms. The Williamsburg charter jet would be waiting for them in the morning to bring them back to the east coast. There, they would start work anew.
* * *
Monday, October 14
Patriot Stadium, Williamsburg, VA
A car pulled up into the players’ parking lot and an attractive cheetah stepped out of the car. She went back to the trunk and retrieved a Pittsburgh Keystones gym bag. She hadn’t been at this area of the Patriot Stadium complex often; she was here either as a visiting player or coming to watch her father play on some occasions.
But Crystal Davis (Cheetah, G, WIL) was here now. This was her place to practice, to get to know her new teammates. With an air of confidence, she made her way to the entrance, dressed in jeans, sneakers and a red tank top. As she walked closer to the entrance, she noticed someone was waiting for her; a black panther about her height. Teo Masalia. Crystal grinned and gave a wave.
“Hey, Teo! Nice to see someone waiting for me!” she teased. The panther laughed and gave her a small hug, careful about her gym bag.
“Hey, someone had to make sure you came here all right, ; come on in,” he said, pushing open the door for her. As Crystal walked inside, Teo shut the door behind her. The two navigated a couple of narrow hallways, the echoes of basketballs bouncing on wood and the slight buzz of the overhead fluorescent lights providing the ambience.
“The locker rooms are down this way to the right. Coach’s offices just down past them,” he said, showing her the layout. “Coach is waiting for you to get dressed,” he said. It was then Crystal noticed that Teo was dressed in his practice uniform: a white jersey with “Williamsburg Minutemen Basketball” on his chest and his number 16 below that in red block letters.
“Oh, of course,” she said with a little laugh. “Sorry, Teo, just a little excited.”
“Can’t blame you. Come on in when you’re ready. Ladies’ locker rooms are further back; you’ll see them,” he said. The cheetah nodded and entered the locker rooms.
As Davis walked inside, she took note of the layout of the men’s area, then pushed open the door in the back, walking inside. A brand-new gym bag and uniforms were waiting for her. Crystal smiled as she saw her familiar 32 on her practice jersey. For some reason, Pittsburgh had issued her number three when she joined them after the draft. She didn’t raise a stink, but she had always preferred that number ever since she started using it in college back in Texas.
After dressing, she then walked back to the gym, her bare feet noting the cold tile floors. She did feel a little excited at the new situation. It was like a new beginning. She pushed open the door to the practice gym.
“Presenting the newest member of the Minutemen, Crystal Davis!” Teo bellowed. Laughter and applause broke out and Crystal couldn’t help but giggle herself.
After she introduced herself to her new teammates, including the new rookies Diego Imperio and Alexander Moon, an impromptu scrimmage broke out so everyone could see what Crystal could do for themselves. The cheetah seized the moment and delivered.
Backdoor and no-look passes. Expert jukes and fakes. Smooth shooting form. She had great range. When it was time to do some serious work, Vera La Tiérra immediately took charge on defending Crystal and the cheetah did the same to her. It was incredible seeing the two go at it, like a small duel. The cheetah started to smile as she attempted to drive past Vera to the basket. On the other end, Vera smirked visibly as she posted up, faked a move and went up with a shot. No words were exchanged between the two of them; they let their actions speak.
And the team noticed.
After practice, as the girls were getting ready to leave, Crystal approached Vera as she was finishing getting dressed.
“You were really great out there today, Vera; it’s nice to finally get to play with you,” the cheetah said brightly. Vera nodded and smiled back, though it was a tiny bit of a front. She was playing her hardest to prove herself to the others and to Crystal that time. She knew good and well that Crystal had watched her fail before. But Davis seemed very genuine, so Vera’s feelings gradually became more genuine.
“It was wonderful to play with you too; you’re very talented,” she said. Davis grinned a little and waved her paw.
“Hard work and trust in your teammates makes success, that’s what Dad always said.”
Vera nodded and smiled. “I always did wonder: what’s it like having Healey as a father?” she asked.
“Yes, Crystal, I’ve been curious myself,” Marron Gwosdz (Arctic Vixen, G, WIL) said. Eleanor Rigby (Deer, G, WIL) nodded.
“It must be, like, groovy to have him sendin’ you such basketball mojo,” she said.
The smile disappeared from Crystal’s muzzle as she unconsciously fingered the crystal she wore around her neck. She still rankled at the prospect of having to relive those questions over and over but she nodded, knowing they all were just curious.
“Well, let’s just say that I love Daddy, but no one should expect me to be him,” she said. Vera nodded curtly, getting the message. Agreements came from the other ladies. It was going to be eventful having Crystal and Vera on the team at the same time. They all knew that.
Everyone hoped it would lead to success in the future.
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The Minutemen mascot, Johnny Lexington, is cited as having a musket. I created the logo three years ago. JTigerclaw made that version two years ago: http://sfw.furaffinity.net/view/5054535/
Sam has that very logo on his hat in my avatar. XD I don't think it's a problem.
Sam has that very logo on his hat in my avatar. XD I don't think it's a problem.
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