Re: Challenge Match
Lord Ithis woke from his traditional dreams of galactic conquest and scratched his (deleted).
He struggled with the "sandman" and reached for his handmote.
"Hmmmmm. Chane and Asmala were active, VERY active. That was good."
He smiled.
Still rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he reached to his bed-table for his usual meal of organic nutrients. He smiled as he extracted a Thrilbim from its cracked shell.
Moving to an upright position on his grav-bed, he dropped the morsel on his waiting tongue and pulled it in with a peasent-like maneuver. Wiped the juice from his lips and inspected the tray for more tidbits.
But war loomed and he fought his hunger for delicacies. A more important thought grasped his attention.
"Ithion! ON!" He commanded. Yes, he was a bit egotistical but naming the WarComp after his name wasn't the biggest sin of his. "Where ARE Chane and Asmala?", he queried.
"Location Unknown"
"CONFOUNDRALS!" He nearly screamed. Hadn't he hired ancient mystics to supply him with movements and locations? He stomped across his quarters while scratching his (deleted).
Heads would roll!
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ALLIANCE, n. In international politics, the union of two thieves who have their hands so deeply inserted in each other's pocket that they cannot separately plunder a third. (Ambrose Bierce)
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