I-200-Oliver: Captree Main Orbital, Concourse Café

“A league consisting of a bunch of Legionnaires from different branches, plus a team of Vizierate Wardens that somehow got invited and a group of Bureaucrats from our liaison group that came along for a giggle and after getting their asses handed to them initially now don’t want to look bad…

“It’s probably a good thing the rules say it’s non-contact.”  

She smiles, possibly seems to quite enjoy the game.

“I play with a mixed group – a couple of marines, a sneaky bugger from planetary defense recon and a few other planetary defense grunts and an Under Officer from Intel. 

“It was a bit awkward initially, but they seem to have gotten used to having a creaky old senior deck officer running around with them.”