Shore Leave: The Beach

"Is that what you think I am now? It's just old admirals and civilian widows looking for a rich husband that stay there. I prefer to be down here where the interesting people are."

The two of you reach the volleyball nets. Still, nobody else from your crew seems to have arrived yet. Nic picks up a ball and plays around with it. "My ship mostly inspects possible investment sites and looks for mineral sources that could support mining operations. We also do simple transport work, though. I know it doesn't sound as exciting as your mission but you would be surprised."

"Nothing too illegal. A bit of tax dodging here and there, ignoring some industry standards. Nothing you wouldn't find in any human run operation." You can tell that he is a bit rusty in his playing. He was better at the academy, but he's not doing too terrible. "And nobody is getting hurt."

Moira, you and Max arrive on the beach. There are a few people here and there but not many. A bit to the left from the entrance to the beach you spot a row of three volleyball nets. Cass is already there and is playing with someone whom you recognize as the man who was talking with Alira at Stone's bar yesterday. They're talking to each other as they're batting the ball back and forth.
When you two get closer, you hear the man say "And nobody is getting hurt."
Cass, Nic misses the ball and goes to pick it up. Just at that moment, you see Moira coming up to the field. She is accompanied by a young blond man that you recognize from a personnel file you have reviewed some time ago. It's the new ship counselor that has been assigned to the Potential, Max Harris.

Cass, you can tell at one glance that Max is nervous to meet you, even though he smiles and pretends he's just having fun. "Nice to meet you, Commander. I'm excited to serve on the Potential. Nice to meet you, Mr. Seville"

Nic looks the new arrivals over. "Hey Max. Moira, you were at Stone's yesterday, weren't you? I think I remember you. You're on my side. Max, you join Cass. Let's go two against two"

Lav, you definitely noticed that Nic was checking you out when you arrived. Other than that, he's not acting like a creep. He's not staring and he is keeping a proper distance. He doesn't seem fixated on you and looks like he really just wants to play right now."Well, you look like a better player than your blond pal over there"

Max walks over to Cass' side of the field. "Well, I've never actually played the game but I've watched before. It's a popular sport at the academy. I'm not sure about the rules. I've had them explained to me before. I'm just supposed to keep the ball on their side, right?"

Cass smiles at him. They are going to get creamed. "Well, sort of."

She gives Mac a quick rundown of the rules and shows him the proper ways to hit the ball. She expects him to retain none of it. Slapping him congenially on the back, she claps her hands and yells, "Let's get started. You serve first."

Nic responds: "I used to play at the academy but I fell out of practice. I shouldn't have forgotten everything, I hope."

Max takes the ball and, using the method Cass showed him, hits it. It flies over the net but not very fast and at an angle that should make it very easy for Moira to hit it back

Max is really doing his best, throwing himself into the sand whenever he thinks it might help him get to the ball. It usually doesn't. Whenever he's not jumping around wildly, trying to somehow score a point, he's talking. Mostly about the academy or missions he was on on his previous ship... Erica comes up occasionally.

Nic seems to be very amused by Max. He occasionally plays the ball in a way to allow for an easy counter by Max but he never gives up a point to him.