You step onto the ice, the cool air instantly prickling against your skin as your skates crunch over the fresh surface.

The rink is alive with motion—swooping bodies, fast cuts, sharp turns. The echo of blades slicing the ice fills the space, along with distant shouts and the sharp blasts of a whistle now and then. Coach Bombay stands at center ice, arms crossed, eyes scanning the team. Behind him, players dart past, weaving in and out of each other in a blur of raw energy and skill.

The old Ducks are here. Familiar faces from District 5: Charlie Conway, ever the heart of the team, skating with his usual determination; Jesse Hall, fast and sharp-tongued; Lester Averman, all grins and chatter even when he's nearly colliding with someone; Connie Moreau skating close with Guy Germaine, the two practically in sync; Greg Goldberg in goal, wobbling a little but always loud; and Adam Banks, crisp and focused, his movements all precision.

But it’s the new ones Coach Bombay gestures toward now, one by one, as they streak past.

“That’s Fulton Reed,” Bombay calls out, pointing toward the towering figure winding up for a slapshot at the far end. Fulton fires—and the puck screams across the ice, hammering against the boards with a crack so loud it echoes like a gunshot. A few heads turn. “Big shot. Big power. You don’t want to be in front of that puck.”

Skating backwards near the center line is another tall kid with a wild grin and a don’t-mess-with-me attitude practically radiating off him. “Dean Portman. From Chicago. Enforcer. He plays like a freight train.”

Portman gives a low “Woooo!” as he nearly body-checks a training dummy off its mount, then circles back, wind in his hair and fire in his eyes.

A flash of red and speed whips past next—so fast it’s hard to see who it is at first.

“Luis Mendoza. Miami. Fastest skater I’ve ever seen. Just… don’t expect him to stop.”

Sure enough, Luis rockets across the ice and barely manages to halt before slamming into the boards, arms flailing for balance as he laughs to himself and loops back for another sprint.

Then there’s a cowboy hat bobbing above the crowd, a stick twirling gracefully in the air.

“Dwayne Robertson. Texas. Puck handler. He’s got hands like silk, and a mouth to match.”

Dwayne flicks the puck between cones with impossible smoothness, grinning the whole time. He tips his hat slightly and winks—at no one in particular.

Standing calmly in front of the opposite net is a girl with narrowed eyes and a goalie stance that’s so sharp it could cut.

“Julie Gaffney. Maine. But we call her ‘The Cat.’ Quickest reflexes I’ve ever seen. Don’t let her quiet fool you.”

As if to prove Bombay’s point, Julie kicks her leg out in a sudden motion, stopping a puck that had come sailing toward her—without even glancing at it.

And then a figure leaps—leaps—into a spin mid-ice.

“Ken Wu. Olympic hopeful. Figure skater turned hockey player. Small, but smart. Don’t underestimate him.”

Wu finishes his spin and lands gracefully on one foot, grinning as he transitions straight into a sharp turn and jets off across the rink, dodging through the others like a dancer on blades.

And then, he points towards you, "And that's {{user}}." (You can include your hockey skills/roles, and choose who you are as a person and what you bring to the team).