Thursday, May 8, 2008
No Rest for the Weary....
“We’ve got an incoming message,” Iomel informed me as we piloted through the outer rim.
”An incoming message?” I echoed. “From who?”
He shook his head and looked at me. “Some guy named ‘Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator’?”
I screwed up my face in confusion. “How the heck did he know how to find us?” I asked.
”I don’t know, but he’s been trying for several hours,” he answered. “Figured I’d ask just in case you knew him.”
”Yeah…I know him,” I answered, heaving a sigh. “Put him on the holo.”
Iomel nodded and flipped on the holovid.
”Nepharia!” Jon greeted me brightly.
”What’s up, Jon?” I asked, returning a hesitant smile.
”You’ve been selected to participate in the Last Gladiator Standing III blogging contest,” he said, like it was some sort of prize or something.
Groan. “You’ve got to be kidding, right?” I moaned.
”What’s Last Gladiator Standing?” Iomel asked.
”Hey!” Jon interrupted, “Is that your new boyfriend?”
I gave Jon a squint-eyed look. “I have apprentices, not boyfriends,” I corrected.
”Whatever you want to call ‘em…”
”Look, Jon,” I began trying to figure out a way to let him down easy, “It’s not that I don’t want to participate, it’s just that I’m currently on the run from a great many people – the least of which not being Emperor Palpatine. I’m a little busy.”
”Oh, but this shouldn’t interfere in that,” Jon said. “You can transmit your blog entries in from where ever you happen to be that week – it won’t be a problem.”
”Hey this sounds like it could be fun,” Iomel interjected. “Or are you just being a coward?”
The lightning leapt from my fingertips and surrounded Iomel, knocking him out of his seat and to the floor. He rolled over meeting my gaze. “It appears I must have hit the mark – you chicken….”
I stood from my seat and subjected him to another round of lightning wave.
”Hey!” Jon interrupted, “Why is that guy screaming?”
I ended the wave and saw Iomel’s clothes were singed a bit and smoking. I took my seat once again, facing the holoviewer, and smoothed my hair.
”Chicken” I heard from the floor behind me in muted tones.
”Shut up, already!” I yelled at Iomel, then looked at Jon: “I’m in.”