DreadBall Chronicles

Stories from another dimension

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Crevin 2

It was awfully hot. Crevin never understood why the games had to be played at midday, especially here on Darod.

Years had passed from the day Dreadball was revealed to him on Suuria Square, and a lot had changed. The following day he registered at the local club, and began intensive training. He wanted to become a striker, stir up the fans with his goals and be a hero like Lightning Deller he had seen on the screen. His body type didn't help much though, and because of his size he always was put to play as a guard. With time he finally accepted this role, although he always had the complaint that he wasn't wearing a glove and couldn't touch the ball.

After a few years at the local amateur leagues, where he had specialized in doing intense damage to his opponents, he was approached by a scouter for the Albino Delvers who made him the proposal he was waiting for, the one he was working for so hard.

The Albino Delvers never had made it to play the Alpha League, the ultimate league of the universe, but they had worked their way up to the Terra League, one of the professional ones that consisted of teams from all over the universe, and established a good name.

So now Crevin had a chance to be paid for what he loved to do. He had the chance to get known way beyond his home planet, and if he played his cards right, surpass Lightning Deller, the local hero, to become a universal one, maybe not as a striker, but who cared? If he caused enough injuries or kills he could become a keeper, and, if so, fulfill his dream of wearing a glove and touching the ball. He accepted!

So now here he was, an Albino Delvers' guard, playing a preparatory match against the Darod Diggers, Lightning Deller's Team, in Suuria's “Wasteland Arena”, at midday. Extremely frustrated because the Diggers were in the lead by 1, and suffering in his armor from the heat. He had just seen Deller, who was at the end of his career, pass beside him in an attempt for a strike. He pulled himself together and ran after him. He was behind him, so a slam wouldn't count as a foul, and that's what he did. Running into Deller, with all his strength, slamming him in the back, resulted in Crevin's former hero to be lying on the field, unconscious, armor smashed and a severe cut wound in his right side, the bleeding was immense. At the time Crevin had no eyes for that, he followed the path of the scattering ball. Vernon, a jack, was in it's path, caught it and with a skillful turn, being in striking distance, scored a 2 pointer seconds before the game ended. The Delvers won, the crowd went crazy, shouting Crevin's name and amidst all the frenzy he turned to look at Deller the moment he drew his last breath

to be continued...

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Crevin

Growing up on planet Darod wasn't easy at all. Especially if you were an orc, even more so, if you were a white orc. Crevin realized that quite early in his life, and as long as he could remember, he wanted to get out of there.

Darod was located at the far end of the Livou System and was the third inhabited planet of the Drexon 5 Galaxy. Being one of the first Corporation colonies in this galaxy, the main population were of course humans. The orcs migrated there many years later, when the exploitation of the large trixite minefields began. Trixite was a rock used in large quantities as fuel for interstellar travel. Its mining however, and even more its processing, had some minor side effects. The creation of toxic plasma that only the orc race could tolerate. Its neutralization could only be achieved through its combustion in especially designed ovens that were built in complex mine shafts some 10 km beneath the surface of the planet. So it was only natural that thousands of orcs migrated to Darod, since there was no interest, by other races, in the job that would be lethal for most of them. And that was the best case scenario. Tolerance to the toxicity although didn't mean immunity for the orcs. And that's why over the thousands of years of working in the mines, and after countless accidents that happened, many mutations had taken place in their genetic code. One of them resulted in the increase of albinism among their population.

That's why Crevin was white, not the only one, but one of the few. From his early years he was being pointed at and always was the object of mockery and harassment because he wasn't green like everybody else. On top of that, his family had extreme financial problems. Crevin was the third of 11 children, and his father never got promoted because of his color, although he was very hardworking. When his right hand got paralyzed in an industrial accident, he was forced into early retirement with a meager pension, and things went downhill. Crevin, 14 years old at the time, had to leave school, forget his dreams about college and do a lot of odd jobs to help his family. One day, two years after his father's accident, and while he was about to deliver some documents to a corporate official for some pennies, he found himself on Suuria's central square, where the local Dreadball League was broadcasted on a giant screen. He never had seen anything like this, but by the time the game was over, he knew what he had to do to get out of the gutters that life had thrown him in.

to be continued...