Author's Note: This prompt was suggested by I Like Minecraft Gaming.
G is for Game Night
The fog outside was so thick that it was impossible to see from one hanger to the next, and only a vehicle's mental map kept them from driving off the end of the tarmac. Navigation around base had only gotten more difficult when the sun had gotten lower in the sky and the world around them had darkened. Head and running lights were reflected by the mist making it nearly impossible to see more than a tires length ahead.
Due to the danger of the weather Chief Ranger had ordered his people to hunker down in their hangers until they had enough visibility to at least see the hangers on either side of theirs in the fog. None of his people argued, but the smokejumpers had insisted on raiding the kitchen before they left...though Cabbie did put his tire down when they tried to kidnap the base's entire supply of Oreos.
Only once the smokejumpers were snug in their hanger did the reason for their supply run become clear, when Pinecone pulled a box from an upper shelf. Written across the cardboard in vivid orange and yellow letters were the words Twilight Imperium. Setting the game in the center of the room, all of the smokejumpers looked at it with reverence. Due to this game's complexity that made Risk look like checkers and the fact it usually took a minimum of 6 hours to play, the jumpers only had a chance to indulge in this game once or twice a year but they savored every chance they did.
While the rule book technically stated that the races should be randomly assigned to the players, the smokejumpers always ignored that particular rule choosing to instead select roles that best fit their game playing style. As the leader of the team Dynamite selected the diplomatic powerhouse of the Emirates of Hacan, a race with whom no other nation could break a contract. Drip selected the pirate like Mentak Coalition while Blackout claimed the technologically advanced Lizix Mindnet. Pinecone chose to use the straight forward military might of the Federation of Sol and Avalanche snagged his preferred card the Universities of Jol-Nar. Roles selected it took less than 15 minutes to set up the board and layout the snacks in preparation for the battles to come.
"So, who believes that they should become the next Galactic Emperor?" Dynamite smirked at her people as she gave a set of dice a roll…She knew it was going to be a long night, but it was going to be worth staying up for every minute of it.
