“In the meantime,” added Alevos, “it’s chaos down here. Sponsors with Reborn athletes are making a killing, even despite those ridiculous margins.” “How?” asked Eva. “Usually by selling their athlete’s image,” said Szereth. “Most of their money is made outside of the ring, you know. This is just w
“I agree,” added Miko. “She retains an edge over her opponent in exacting degrees, similar to how we hold an edge to normal humans.” Szereth looked at the both of them oddly - they were talking about themselves as though they were mechanical, or ran on code. “What do you mean ‘on par’?” he asked.
Miko looked intently at the messenger bag right in front of her face. Or, perhaps, it was more accurate to say she was right up on the bag itself. She was so close that she could see just how fine the stitching was along the seams. She drew back as she picked up from the rack in front of her, and s
“Lots of people are definitely frustrated by life under the dome,” continued Doleth. “Maybe they thought life was going to be easier somehow. Or maybe they just don’t want to believe it’s a permanent thing.” “Why have they not left?” asked Miko. It was a fair question. If people hate where they ar
“For violation of Imperial Defamation Charter, Section 13, Motion 5: Slander Against Judicial Executors,” Doleth continued, “I, Bronze Justicar Doleth hereby brand all of you heretics against the Empire. Rescind your statements or be summarily executed for your crimes.” The group backed up slightly
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
“No,” she said, “and the table’s still too low. Adjust it quickly. Three, four centimeters maybe?” The bird floated over to the control panel by the door, then tapped on it with its body. It bounced and slid around on its surface as it adjusted the table’s settings. “Okay, perfect!” yelled Miko.
Nothing happened, even after a few seconds. So she withdrew it, tapped it on one end, then pointed it at the panel. Again, nothing. Frustrated by the lack of response, she tried to wave it around in little circles, just like a wand. Then the lights shut off. ~ Eva was doing some light dance pra