“Captain's Log, 060203.0058, from the medical deck.

Before landing, we spent several days making remote reconaissance scans of this world. One such scan showed a stadium in the middle of a wasteland north of our designated landing area. This is where we headed for our next match.

We were able to receive, this time. Their movements seemed lightning quick, and I was unsure how we would fare against these new opponents. We quickly rallied our forces and sent P'Trax and Sara towards their endzone.

Sara, running her little heart out, tripped just short of the endzone. The ball fell into their endzone, fortunately out of their reach, for now.

However, all was not perfect. Sara was surrounded but fortunately left unhurt, and she had a chance to retake possession and score quickly, but she couldn't manage to pick the ball out of the deep mud that covered that part of the field while trying to avoid the tackles of the nearby elves, and she kicked the ball out of the endzone and into the crowd. They tossed it near our base camp and we quickly surrounded it.

Several scuffles followed, with us not able to hold on to the ball and them not able to break our perimeter defenses. P'Nil's security is tight as ever and one of their stronger players was, unfortunately, permanently hurt by his Personal Security Field Generator. P'Trax finally managed to grab hold of the ball but he also tripped just before crossing the line into the endzone. Our defense held and we were able to score.

With hardly enough time left to score, and demoralized by their inability to hold defenses on their side of the field, the elves made a halfhearted attempt at a second score. But with only one elf in scoring range, we easily dealt with the threat and the half ended.

During the half I evaluated our casualties. We had one crewmember unconscious and two others who were hurt and unable to finish the game. Things looked grim for holding our lead.

We beamed an away team into their defensive perimeter, and their thrower must have been shocked at their appearance, as he dropped the ball just as he was about to throw it. We capitalized on this mistake for a second score. But, I was injured during their offense, and without the medical equipment from our ship, Algernon was unable to heal my injuries. He says that I will be fine, but that I will need a week or so of rest. I wish I could visit Tierna, who is training in the Holodeck as I am speaking.

With only eight crewmembers available, and the elves back to nearly full-strength, I wasn't sure how we would fare. The elves must have been celebrating their comeback early, however, as they left their thrower unprotected and in range of Sara's quick feet. P'Trax and Longfur ran alongside her, and luckily didn't fall, to provide her with covering fire for her assault. 3-0.

They rallied for an offensive attack, and we were unable to stop their superior numbers, and they managed an easy score. With minutes left to go, we could have simply let the clock run out, but Sara insisted on another offensive strike. Our security forces set up a base camp just inside their space and Sara hid with the ball within. They managed an attack but she dodged away just in time. Our away team skillfully managed to break a hole in their defense and Sara ran through for what looked like an easy score.

P'Trax has been training daily, and his 10-meter dash times are quite improved. And I personally commended Sara with a platinum star medal for her bravery and offensive ability, and I can see she still feels ready to take on any opponent.

Back home, Drithtuner assures me that handling the warpstone is completely safe. I can only hope we aren't making a horrible mistake.”