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And I wonder who will get the starter’s reps at quarterback while I’m out? Zak, or is it time to give credit where credit is due and let Becca have the number-two spot?

“Fix me up right, Doc,” Quentin said. “You always do.”

Doc Patah fluttered around Quentin, adjusting more of the equipment.

They both became aware of someone standing in the doorway.

“Hello, young Rebecca,” Doc said.

She was still dressed in her uniform. Full pads, orange jersey, everything, even though the game had been over for two hours.

“How is he, Doc?”

“Nothing serious,” Doc said. “He could play next Sunday if we needed him, so that should communicate the severity.”

“Good,” Becca said. “Um ... would you mind giving us a moment alone?”

“Of course,” Doc said. “But, please, kindly refrain from that disgusting Human tendency of mashing your oral cavities together. In fact, don’t touch him at all.”

Doc made two more quick adjustments to the tank, then eased out of the room as silent as a shadow.

Becca hadn’t moved from the doorway. Why was she still dressed?

“Game’s over, Becca,” Quentin said softly. “You can go ahead and change.”

He couldn’t remember the last time they’d been alone together. High One, how he missed spending time with her.

She shifted the helmet from one hand to another, first the left fingers laced through the facemask, then the right.

“I’ve been thinking,” she said. “Maybe I should—”

Quentin hissed suddenly at a dull stab just inside his right shoulder blade, like someone had driven a screwdriver into his back.

“Wow,” he said through clenched teeth. “I think Doc missed a spot with those nerve blocks.” He gently adjusted his position. “Sorry, Becca ... you were saying?”

She lifted the helmet slightly, using it to gesture at his rejuve tank.

“I didn’t want this,” she said.

She wouldn’t look directly at him, a tendency of hers when things were too overwhelming, or too emotional, or both.

“Becca, you’re not blaming yourself for this, are you?”

She said nothing, which answered his question.

“Becca, it’s okay. I’ve got an extra week to recover. And we won. Relax, I’ve been through worse.”

Her eyes narrowed. “That’s not the point. The point is this was a winless team with a bad defense. In Week Nine, it won’t be the Coelacanths and Lubbock coming for you — it will be the Pirates and Ciudad Juarez.”

The name made Quentin’s stomach flutter. Juarez had the second-most kills in league history, behind only Yalla the Biter. Quentin had focused on preparing for D’Oni, and on his many other problems — he hadn’t really thought past this week’s game. But the mention of Juarez made him understand Becca’s solemn concern: had it been Juarez slipping past Kopor’s missed block, Quentin might have been facing something far more severe than a broken collarbone.

“Ciudad won’t get to me,” he said. “I’ve got her number.”

“Nice figure of speech, but she’s got a real number. That number is
eight
— that’s how many players she’s killed. You could be number nine.”

Eight sentients, dead; that was how hard Juarez hit, that was how good she was at being in the right place at the right time, at avoiding blocks and landing clean, devastating shots.

“You know, Becca, as far as pep talks go, yours kind of suck. I’ll be watching for Juarez. I’m not stupid. I’ll check-down on every play. If she’s coming, I’ll just throw the hot route or throw the ball away. No way I’ll let her come clean.”


If
you see her coming,” Becca said. “You didn’t see Lubbock, did you?”

Quentin fell silent. Becca was right — he hadn’t seen Lubbock,
at all
. That was the kind of thing that could get you killed. But
how
had he not seen Lubbock? He knew where everyone was, all the time. He always had. So what had gone wrong?

Becca licked dry lips. “Q, somebody has to say this ... you’re still the best in the game, but you’re not what you used to be.”

“All washed up at twenty-two, am I?” Quentin wasn’t in the mood to be lectured about his quarterbacking play. “Like I said, Juarez won’t get me. We’ll get Kopor up to speed. Don’t worry, Becca, I won’t be retiring anytime soon. You’ll just have to keep waiting for your chance to start.”

Becca stared at the floor. “I’m not talking about taking your position. I’m talking about taking
mine
. Juarez won’t get you, Quentin, because I’ll be at fullback.”

He didn’t know what to say. She had fought to get her way — fought against the team’s needs, fought
him
— and now that she had won, the thought of her giving it up made him hollow inside.

“Becca, I’m out for the next four or five days. Someone has to take starter’s reps in practice.” He couldn’t believe the words were coming out of his mouth, but they felt natural, they felt
right
.

“I think that should be you,” he said. “You’ve earned it. It’s what you want, so go for it. By the time I get back, you’ll be a lock as number-two on the depth chart.”

She slowly relaxed her fingers. Her helmet dropped, clattering against the training room floor.

“If only you had made that choice when I needed you to make it,” she said. “Things would have been so different. I love you, Quentin — I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.”

She turned and walked out, leaving her helmet behind.

He sat in the rejuve tank’s warmth, thinking about how things had come to this point. She had a dream. He’d fought against it, yet she’d found a way to make it happen. Now that things were
right there
for her, she was walking away from it — not for the team, but for
him
.

The irony was almost as thick as the rejuve fluid: if he couldn’t play quarterback, Becca gave Ionath the best chance to win. Now that he was hurt and they might need her, she was going back to fullback — and he knew she’d be just as stubborn about that decision as she’d been when Danny Lundy had delivered her ultimatum.

But Quentin wasn’t out for good: he would be out for only a week, and a bye week at that. When he came back, the Krakens had five games left in the regular season. While part of him wanted to talk to Becca again, tell her he’d been wrong and she’d been right to chase her dream, that now was her chance, a bigger part of him wanted what was best for the team.

In press conferences he spoke of taking things one game at a time, but with seven wins and no losses, he couldn’t help but think ahead.

Five games left: with Becca Montagne at fullback, Ionath could win them all.

The Krakens could go undefeated.

GFL WEEK SEVEN ROUNDUP

Courtesy of Galaxy Sports Network

 

 

 

 
Home

 

 
Away

 

Alimum Armada 

 


 

 
To Pirates

 

35 

 

 
Buddha City Elite

 

21 

 

Wabash Wolfpack 

 

20 

 

D’Oni Coelacanths 

 

21 

 

 
Ionath Krakens

 

24 

 

 
Yall Criminals

 

28 

 

Coranadillana Cloud Killers 

 

13 

 

 
Orbiting Death

 

35 

 

Bord Brigands 

 


 

 
Themala Dreadnaughts

 

42 

 

McMurdo Murderers 

 

10 

 

 
Vik Vanguard

 

28 

 

Bartel Water Bugs 

 

21 

 

 
Neptune Scarlet Fliers

 

21 

 

Shorah Warlords 

 

18 

 

 
Texas Earthlings

 

27 

 

Sheb Stalkers 

 

24 

Bye Weeks:
Isis (2-4), Jupiter (4-2), D’Kow (2-4) and Jang (2-4) did not play this week.

The violence that overtook the Ki Rebel Establishment system this week left thousands dead, including three members of the Bord Brigands organization. Defensive end Paul “Bandit” Preston died when Creterakian security forces returned fire on a group of terrorists that were using Freedom Stadium, home field of the Brigands, as cover to fire at government facilities and personnel. Two stadium staffers also died in the exchange.

The Bord defense was practicing on field at the time of the incident. Three members of the defense were injured. They are recovering, but all three were unable to travel to this week’s game at OS1 (6-0). The Orbiting Death won easily, 35-7.

Bord (3-3) requested a rescheduling of the game, but GFL Commissioner Rob Froese denied that request.

“It was a hard decision, but the game was at Orbital Station One and I felt it had to be played,” Froese said. “With our teams spread across the galaxy, the travel time involved makes rescheduling any game, for any reason, something that could cause a ripple effect across the league. This isn’t the first time a franchise has been impacted by political violence. In the GFL, we have a tradition of playing on.”

With four defensive starters out for Bord, Death rookie running back Danté Diener had a field day. Diener carried the ball 25 times for 145 yards and three touchdowns.

Bord owner Bord-Du-Will is demanding Froese be removed as commissioner. However, the commissioner is appointed by the Empire Bureau of Species Interaction, and with the Creterakian government focusing its energy on revolts in several systems, it is unlikely Froese will be removed.

“The brilliant and rather handsome Bord-Du-Will is enraged at this decision,” said a representative of the Brigands owner. “That loss drops us to fifth place and could be the deciding factor in making the playoffs.”

Bord’s loss allowed Texas (4-3) to climb back into fourth place, thanks to the Earthlings’ 27-24 win over Sheb (2-4). Texas linebacker Alonzo Castro snagged his second pick-six of the season, intercepting Stalkers QB Rubinar Kupanji and returning it 17 yards for the go-ahead touchdown.

Ionath (7-0) remains undefeated and in first place in the Planet Division after dodging a bullet against winless D’Oni (0-6). The Krakens needed a last-minute touchdown to keep their season unblemished.

“The mark of a great team is to win when you do not play your best,” said Krakens coach Hokor the Hookchest. “We did that today, despite giving up five sacks and turning the ball over three times.”

Ionath has a bye in Week 8. Quarterback Quentin Barnes required immediate post-game surgery on a broken collarbone, so the time off should allow him to heal and be ready for a dramatic Week 9 tilt against the To Pirates (5-1). To crushed Alimum (2-4) 35-7 to remain in third place in the Planet Division behind Ionath and OS1. The Planet Division’s top three teams have a combined record of 18-1.

Buddha City (4-2) won a critical conference game against Wabash (4-3). The 21-20 victory let the Elite leapfrog Wabash in the standings and move into a tie with Yall (4-2) for the final Planet Division playoff spot. The Criminals defeated Coranadillana (0-6) 28-13.

In the Solar Division, Vik (5-1) defeated Bartel (5-2) to move into sole possession of first place. The Vanguard’s 28-21 win gives them a head-to-head tiebreaker against the Water Bugs, which could be critical for determining home-field advantage if the two teams finish with the same record.

Deaths

Alimum running back Borimir Abrams, killed on a late hit by To Pirates linebacker Richard “Damage” Damge. Commissioner Froese suspended Damge for two games. The Pirates are appealing the suspension.

Offensive Player of the Week

OS1 running back Danté Diener, who had twenty-five carries for 145 yards and three touchdowns.

Defensive Player of the Week

Vik linebacker Mur the Mighty, who had three sacks and a fumble recovery for a touchdown in the Vanguard’s 28-21 win over Bartel.

41

Week Eight: Bye

 

 

PLANET DIVISION
SOLAR DIVISION
7-0
Ionath Krakens
5-1
Vik Vanguard
6-0
OS1 Orbiting Death
5-2
Bartel Water Bugs
5-1
To Pirates
4-2
Jupiter Jacks
4-2
Buddha City Elite
4-3
Texas Earthlings
4-2
Yall Criminals
3-3
Bord Brigands
4-3
Wabash Wolfpack
3-3
Neptune Scarlet Fliers
2-4
Alimum Armada
2-4
D’Kow War Dogs
2-4
Isis Ice Storm
2-4
Jang Atom Smashers
2-4
Themala Dreadnaughts
2-4
Sheb Stalkers
0-6
Coranadillana Cloud Killers
2-4
Shorah Warlords
0-6
D’Oni Coelacanths
0-6
McMurdo Murderers
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