He was waiting for his next fight, and it was coming up in an exhibition fight with a local Guardian on the world they were orbiting. The fight station had the same pattern as a travelling circus. It moved from world to world and offered broadcast or in-person entertainment to those who could afford the price to fly up to the station. Jewel was sitting in the living area, reading on the data pad that had been provided to her. Raffix and Stormyo were playing some weird version of chess at the dining table. A chime rang through the room and a voice announced in Imperium Common, “Arrival at W’lyn.” Jewel blinked. “What did she say?” Stormyo looked up and smiled. “We are at W’lyn. It is the location of my next fight.” Raffix snorted. “And my next fight.” Jewel smiled, “And four of my kind.” Stormyo was suddenly wary.
