The Admiral passed a cup of coffee over to Retholis. A little steam escaped its surface as he sniffed at it. She then grabbed her own cup from the coffee table in front of him, then sat in a chair across.
The two of them looked at each other as they took quiet sips of their drink.
Around them was the Admiral’s makeshift office and some of her self-defined kinetic furniture. All in all, it was pretty barebones. Certainly nothing like her cutting-edge lab in her high-tech asteroid base.
But she made do.
There was a desk with a well-used terminal on it. It was flanked by mostly bare shelves, and in front of it were the two highly comfortable chairs they were now using. Between their chairs was the coffee table with a fresh pot of coffee on it.
I wonder if it’s healthy to think of the world as a game. I certainly do it sometimes, particularly as I get better at doing things or when I get new stuff. How about you?
Eva faced off against opponent after opponent in the Viper Pit. She saw victory after victory as the blood of her enemies flowed freely at her feet. And with every victory came the price - each time she was cut, beat, stabbed, crushed. But not once did she fall. Instead, she was the only one that stood at the end.Just as her opponents fell before her, so did her odds. Every win instilled a measure of confidence in her, and more and more bets flew her way. In the beginning she had few cheers from the spectators, but that grew greatly over the course of nine fights.By the time she cut down the Second Seed of Tier Five, nearly half the seats cheered for her, and yet her numbers were still 10 to 1.Those who watched her began to truly understand her capabilities, though th
Orsethii visibly relaxed her guard by a millimeter after Eva’s question. But only just. The two of them might have held some respect for fellow pilots, but it didn’t mean they weren’t enemies.After all, they were still in the middle of a deadly match.Eva leapt forward, ducked into a roll, then sprang up blade-first at Orsethii. But her swing purposefully lacked power, and Orsethii was able to evade it with ease.“So what, ape?” she said. “What’s it to you?”“Why’re you even wasting your time here?” Eva countered. “In a dusty arena under the surface of your own planet? Aren’t you a pilot? Don’t have any pride in your wings? You oughta be flying! Up there, far out there!”
Cries of victory and loud cheers erupted from all around the arena. The anti-human section was especially celebratory after seeing Eva take the massive hit. Some were already ecstatically chanting “Crush The Ape” in absolute unison, over and over.Eva’s vision blurred as she fought to stay conscious. Her mind raced as she tried to push her body to stand up. She felt her blood pounding all around her skull as her head throbbed with pain.She did her best to focus on her opponent, but she was far too frazzled. All that she could tell was that Orsethii was severely out of breath, but was slowly advancing towards her many meters away.Her right eye stung, and when she reached to ease it, found it slick with some sort of viscous liquid. So she kept it squinted, though it was painful to do.
“So you’re telling me that Bellum Aeterna never had this Godeater thing?” asked Eva.Both Eva and Miko were on a video call with Jackson Stone, and had more than a few questions for him since they last spoke. Because he didn’t mention either Drogar or Godeater at that time, they assumed that they weren’t part of the game’s design. Maybe he could have forgotten. Or maybe he hid them on purpose.So they asked him to confirm. Jackson shook his head in response.He looked more haggard than the last time they saw him. More sober, too. But not by much. Well, he was getting up in years. Eva reasoned that time was just starting to bear down on him.“No,” Jackson replied. “Nothing like what you described at all. Not even
Eva saw nothing but a bright blue sky as she laid down on a soft patch of grass. It was a supremely nice day, and so the city decided to open up the dome during daylight hours. This allowed all of its birds to fly around and stretch their wings.Drogar with the clearance and the equipment also had the same ability to enjoy the skies. Some took their most exciting and agile jets and performed trick after trick for hours on end. Way up high, beyond Eva’s reach.She did her best to ignore such displays and buried her jealousy deep down. Being a grounded pilot was the closest thing to hell.Luckily, she had her distractions. And they came with their own rewards.She scanned her ledger through her DI, and noted how much wealth she had accumulated thus far. It wasn&rsquo
Midway up one of the Red Spiral Towers, the Admiral, Retholis, and a few of their officers sat in a small, cozy booth. The booth was nothing more than a circular room with a dark wall and ceiling. A long cushioned seat ran along the edge of the wall, and ringed a circular table that protruded from the floor.On top of the table was a screen that perfectly displayed what was going on in the floor below, through the multiple EyeCasts that floated around.“Reth, I’m surprised,” said the Admiral. “And impressed. How’d you score such great boxed seats at the circus?!”Retholis laughed heartily at the Admiral’s joke, though the Drogar who accompanied him made sour faces instead.“The Senate is not a circus!” one of them cri
Eva inhaled deeply as she ground her foot into the sand, then with a long and even exhale, she leapt forward with explosive power. She dove in blade-first at her opponent, and slashed at him mercilessly.Her dance was powerful, but flowed like water. Her graceful movements kept her Drogar opponent unbalanced and uneasy. He simply had never fought anyone like her before, and had no idea how to deal with it.He stumbled backwards as he fended off each of her constant attacks. Though she pressured him greatly, he still sought for ways to reverse the situation.If he didn’t, he was as good as dead.Why in heavens did I challenge the human?!Cheers swept across the stands as Eva continually pushed back her opponent.
Felothi stepped through the doorway and into the small, dingy hab. The door slid shut behind him with a SWISH.He carefully slung the rifle off from his shoulder, then stepped in a wide alcove set into the wall to the right of the door. He set the rifle down and leaned it into the corner, then began to undo the various cords that held his robe tight.Once they were loose, he pulled his beltknife away and hung it on some pegs inside the alcove. He placed it alongside three others - one taller and a little more stylish than his, while the other two were smaller and child-sized.Just off beside that were a number of modest robes hanging from a handful of hooks. Similar to the beltknives, there were robes of various height here, with two of them clearly shorter than the others.