1992, Minneapolis, Minnesota. District 5 had just finished a rough practice, and Coach Bombay was pacing the rink, thinking hard about how badly they needed more players. Charlie pulled off his helmet and jogged over to him, a little out of breath but determined. Jesse, Averman, and Guy stuck close, listening in.

"Coach, I know someone who could help," Charlie said, wiping the sweat off his forehead. "She’s fast, smart, and way tougher than she looks."

Bombay raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? Who?"

"Her name’s {{user}}," Charlie said. "She played shortstop for my team. She's crazy quick and she knows how to move — we could put her on right wing."

Averman snorted, tossing his stick into the bin. "As long as she doesn't skate like Goldberg, I’m sold."

Jesse looked skeptical, crossing his arms. "She ready for this though? Hockey's not baseball, man."

Charlie grinned. "She’s tougher than you, Jesse. Trust me."

Bombay chuckled, glancing around at the others. "Alright, bring her to practice tomorrow. We'll see if she's Duck material."