Galactik Football: re-transposed

A/n:I've noticed no one ever does any long ones for galactik footie so here's my stab at it. Hopefully it will attract more attention. This is from the beginning of GF and will be continued for as long as I feel like. Not particularly fussed about reviews yet, but by the time the 6th chapter is up, I would like a fairly high number then.

Planet Alkillian, Alkillian

"And now, we are pleased to announce that Aarch Academy is now re-opening and is waiting for football-crazed teens to take the place of what was possibly the best football team of all time. Join by coming for a tryout at Aarch Academy next Saturday from 10."

"Wow. A chance to play and win? SIGN ME UP!!" cheered the dark-haired boy. "I'm so ready to do this!"

"Ready to do what, Micro Ice?" asked his mother as she walked in. She had been cooking dinner and was calling in her son.

"Galactik football! Aarch Academy is re-opening and I bet that I could single-handedly take it all the way to the cup!" replied Micro Ice. "And D'Jok." He added as an afterthought. "Can't do it without him, he's my best friend."

The pair went off to the table where his mum would have to endure more of the constant babble coming from her son's mouth. He would be allowed to go. His mouth made sure of it.

Just further down the road a similar event was taking place, with D'Jok begging Maya, his guardian, to let him go.

"Please Maya, you've got to let me do this. I've been ready to do this for ages. You know how good I get when you give me a ball. C'mon, a chance to play in the Galactik Cup!"

Maya eyed him sternly. She was unsure about whether or not she should allow her child to do such a big step. Teenager she scolded herself. He's a teen. If he wants to go he should, but maybe a quick reading beforehand wouldn't go amiss. "I'll be right back." She said as she got up and headed to her fortune-telling room.

D'Jok saw her leaving, but didn't say anything. He knew that she would come around sooner or later. He just hoped for the first option. Grabbing his ball from underneath the table, he popped round into the back garden for a solo game against the wall.

Two boys and a girl were playing around with a football. One boy was playing goalie, while the other was trying to defend. The girl was playing as an attacker. And she was doing so with flying colors.

"Ahito, please can you stay awake long enough to actually block something. Thram, can you go in goal? Your little brother is making this far too easy for me." said the girl, Yuki.

Ahito didn't answer. No surprise considering that he was asleep. Again. For the 6,839th time today! Thram carefully positioned himself right next to the goalpost and yelled "AHITO!" before whacking the ball to the net.

But never got there and Ahito finally woke up and caught the ball by diving across. Unfortunately, he then fell asleep for the 6,3900th time.

"Being asleep is one of the best things about me brother. Don't you forget that. I like my sleep, so try not to disturb me next time. And Yuki, please be quiet. There's an older cousin here who you do not want to make angry." Ahito managed to say just being falling asleep again.

Yuki and Thram shared unconvinced looks. He was always saying that. When he fell asleep, Thram rolled his eyes and Yuki began giggling. Her cousins were so funny at times.

All of this was being watched by a man in the shadows. He saw how close these kids were to each other as well as being brothers and cousin,he reasoned that they could be rather useful to the team. He decided that he might as well make himself known.

"You boys definitelty know how to play, don't you." The look on the boys faces were priceless. " You would do rather well to tryout for the team at Aarch Academy. What do you think?"

The boy who had been snoozing didn't reply. Not because he was asleep, but because he was looking at him like he knew him from somewhere. The older of the two, however, answered. Yuki had been ignored entirely.

"Oh yeah, I heard they were doing try-outs. I was thinking about doing it. It's why me and my little brother here are practicing. Unfortunately it all depends on whether Ahito can stay awake long enough to save the goals Yuki keeps shooting at him. I personally prefer defence," he continued "but there's no-one who I know that can attack to let me practice, except for Yuki."

"Who soundly beats both your butts every time." interjected Yuki. She had been getting annoyed about the lack of attention. She knew that she was just as good as the boys and they knew it too. Who was this sexist ignoramaus to just want the boys?

"Don't worry. At Aarch Academy, you can go against both people and stimulations that can vary in ability, allowing you to practice. But only if you make the team, which I'm sure you could definitely do." the man replied.

All of a sudden, Ahito's face lit up, as he remembered where he had seen the person before.

"You're the man that helps run Aarch Academy, aren't you? I saw your face on the TV."

Thram's eyes widen with shock. "Are you really?"

They both seemed anxious to know. They seemed like honest boys, and the girl looked curious enough so he thought a name wouldn't hurt.

"Yes. Yes, I work there. My name's Clamp."

"Hi, Clamp" said the taller of the two boys, " This is my brother, Ahito, and I'm Thram." He gestured towards his brother first, then himself.

"And I'm Yuki, their cousin." Yuki couldn't believe this. Now Thram of all people had missed her out.

Whilst they were talking, Clamp's watch lit up, beeping. Clamp took a quick look at it and began walking back in the direction of Aarch Academy. Before he left entirely, he said "Come to the Academy. I'm sure Aarch could do with you."

The trio looked at each other, then at Clamp's retreating back, then at each other again.

"Mum?" asked Thram.

"Mum." replied Yuki.

Grabbing Ahito between themselves, as he had fallen asleep for the 6,3901st time, they ran back to their home with every intention of begging, pleading, bribrery and all round desparate actions in order to get on that team.

Mei was shopping. Not that she didn't usually, but just that now she was doing a full blown out shopping spree that had only lasted a half hour, but she had already been in at least 25 different stores, and bought 6 items minimum from each. Who ever said that a girl couldn't accessorise?

But she wasn't a total barbie doll. After all, she did like her football. And the notice of the academy opening its doors once again to new players was an exciting offer that she was definitely going to take up. Besides, she was the only girl she knew that had any talent at the sport, meaning she would get so many extra perks. Mei began making a list of them in her head:

1. She would get her own room.

2. Rooms at the academy were big.

3. There were going to be some well fit boys.

4. She liked fit boys.

5. She was going to have all the boys for herself.

6. she would become famous.

7. She would become a star.

8. She would become a model.

9. She would be able to market her own designer clothes range.

10. She likes football.

11. Erm, can't think of one. I'll get back to it later.

Just then, Mei saw an outfit to die for, and ran to go get it, pushing everything she had been thinking of out of her mind.

Meanwhile, it was a whole different case for two people. They had seen the advert, and had whooped with joy at finding out. It was only their form of reality that reminded them that it was most likely an impossibility.

For the boy, his came in the shape of his dad.

"Rocket, what are you doing? I said that those tulips must be cut at an angle to allow optimum water and increased shelf-life!"

Rocket groaned inwardly before replying, "Sorry Dad. I was just thinking about something. Nothing in particular." he returned meekly to his work.

His dad didn't believe him.

"You were thinking about joining that football academy, weren't you? How many times do I have to tell you that football will fail to get you anywhere in life? Is my injury not enough to prove that? I would have thought, that you of all people would understand that football is simply not goining to pay the bills! You should know! After all, I raised you, yet this is how you want to repay me?" fumed his dad.

"NO dad I just love football, WHY can't you understand that" Rocket repiled before storming off to his special area.

His dad watched as Rocket stormed out. As Rocket left his sight, a small tear rolled slowly down his face.

Obia Moon

For the girl's it was both her parents.

Even though they weren't in her room, she knew full well what their reaction would be to her doing football. She could recite them in her sleep: "Football isn't for girls, football is improper, you are a girl not a boy, you should be spending more time doing more constructive pieces of work." Blah blah blah, you get the idea.

But she loved football, and everything about it. She even seemed to have a special gift about it almost. Whenever she kicked her ball around, she always had something, something unusual. She was sure it was supposed to be some kind of Flux, and she was also sure that it looked a lot like The Breath of Alkillian. Her parents wouldn't approve of her dwelling on it, but then, anything that wasn't in some way connected diplomatics was always considered of little importance. Including her.

They were not going to stop her. She could find a way to get to Alkillian and get Aarch's new squad. She would show that football isn't below her parents.

Making up her mind, she packed quickly and phoned up a couple of people. They owed her some favours.

Alkillian

Aarch carefully reviewed those around him as he saw the countless hopefuls that wanted a place. He swear that he even saw a couple of the snotty rich totts that spent time as players on the Red Tigers team. He was truly surprised. It didn't seem like he was going to have this done by the afternoon. Sighing, he turned to Clamp and gave the nod for him to open the doors that held back the swarm of kids that wanted to play for him.

As the doors swept open, the kids cheered with joy and ran inside the building. Each one was absolutley certain that they were going to make the cut. As the biggest of the rabble came in, a lone spaceship had entered Alkillian orbit. Down the road, a boy started his ride towards the stadium. Both the latecomers wanted also to get a chance to play Galactik Football, but compared to anyone else, their reasons were also for personal denial against their parents' wishes.

The boy got there first. He glanced around carefully, obviously knowing that if he got caught that his dream could get crushed before it had even began. He ran inside quickly, hoping that if he was followed the mass of kids trying out would disguise him.

He couldn't believe he had managed to get this far. He just hoped the coach would except him as he was desperate. Even if he was...

Meanwhile, Aarch was introducing himself and Clamp to the excited teens surrounding him. Many looked disappointed when he set up an age limit of no younger than 14. Already the numbers got cut as these sadly made their exits. Aarch then had to sort out those who had stayed irregardless of the fact they were too young. A particular black-haired boy proved rather annoying.

"But I really am older than you think. Honest. You have to let me stay, or else you will lose. Don't you know who I am? I'm Micro Ice! I have to stay."

Boy, did he have a set of lungs. But the boy seemed absolutely, 100 percent, certain to stay firm. The red head next to him suddenly spoke up.

"It's true. He's just gone 16 sir, only he is a little on the short side."

The boy, Micro Ice, started on the red head.

"Hey D'Jok, cut it out. I'm not short, I'm tall enough and old enough."

"Yeah, just not mature enough" said one boy in the crowd. (Three guesses who!)

"Enough" yelled Aarch, turning to the red head that appeared to have more common sense than his friend. "Explain it to your friend that unless he gives proof of his age besides mere words then I simply can not and will not allow him to trial." I gave my sternest look, letting him know that was final.

He sighed and turned to his friend. I didn't hear exactly what was heard but the smaller boy's face suddenly looked like a Christmas tree. He began fumbling through his pockets trying to find something. He didn't seem to realise that whatever he was looking for was actually in his friend's hand. He mouthed the words "he's a bit forgetful". I replied with raised eyebrows suggesting that I already knew that. Anyone in that room would, considering he had been saying the same things about a million times.

"Uh, Micro Ice? I think this is this is..." began the red head.

"No D'Jok, I can find it. I've got it. I do have it." interrupted the Micro Ice, still fumbling. He looked up and noticed then that D'Jok did have it. The heat that came on his face in embarressment was probably the same amount that you get at Ocraya. (A/n: Can't fully remember what the name is of the planet mentioned by Nork during the weather report in Episode 6. It's the one he gets the sunglasses out for. Cookie if anyone can tell me in your reviews.)

"Ha! I do have it." Micro Ice said, taking it from D'Jok and waving it in front of my face. Looking closer, I saw it was a little recorder. Opening it I saw a message from his mother confirming his name, age, consent to try out and, if he got through, play. I waved him off to the changing rooms with those already passed.

Looking at the rest of the hopefuls, I spent another half hour sorting out who was going to practice for the morning, and then told the rest to please be patient enough to come back in the afternoon. I could see there was a lot of drooping faces. One in particular. Dark shin and dreadlocks. Before I could see any over distinguishing features, he noticed I was watching he and he scarpered.

Rocket silently made his way back to the entrance. Wait til the afternoon? No way. He'd had enough trouble getting here once, and now he was expected to do it again. You wish. He kicked at the snow just outside the building. It wasn't fair that he had to do all this secrecy. I t just wasn't right for him. He liked being honest and doing this sneaking around just made matters worse for him.

He started his scooter with the intention of going to his alone area when he noticed the spaceship that was coming in. It was going too slow and jerking too much from side to side to be a public one, or being controlled by someone who knew what they were doing. Rocket watched as it came in to land but ended up flying back into the air. It went backwards for a time before he saw one of the engines explode and cause the ship to fall down. He was already recklessly driving towards the soon-to-be wreckage site before the ship even touched the ground.

This was seen all by two men. One smiled at the boy' antics and worried silently about the passengers on board the ship. He really hoped that whoever was on there wouldn't be hurt too much. He wanted to go help but with the auditions about to begin he had no choice but to turn his back.

The other was also concerned about the ship. He recognised by the jerking it was someone who was either in a great rush to get to Alkillian or had never flew a ship before. He seriously hoped it was the former. But he frowned at the boy. He had seen where the boy had come out of.

He turned back silently and made his way down from his perch.

So there's your first chapter people. Hope you liked reading it as much as I liked writing it.

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