With just a single long time unit’s notice they came, quickly filling Snarth’s private landing pad. “Are you sure that is what you want to wear?” asked Mona, puzzled to the edge of her social algorithms by Kareen’s choice. “Rowl is a warrior and I am to be his mate. From now on where he goes, I go,” said Kareen as she adjusted her new body armor, unsheathing her twin swords to several different opening moves, all perfectly executed. “I am a fight master after all,” she growled. “You are a pleasure bio mech are you not,” demanded Kareen, satisfied by her armor and swords. “Yes, I belong to Kyle. I advise against using his real name, he prefers to be called the Irishman.” ~ As Kareen headed toward the main hall and the dance, having skipped dinner in favor of preparing, her stomach fluttering like it was full of butterflies. She thought to herself so Kyle prefers pleasure bio mechs to real partners. I will see about that! I know just the perfect mate for him. He does not stand a chance; he will not even have to work at it.
