DROP FORTY-TWO
“By Apollo’s testicles, man, you said this was a friendly match?” the mechdoc exclaimed, uttering a sentence completely uncharacteristic of the otherwise respectful doctor.
Hector winced, “It did go a bit out of hand…” They both looked at the girls. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, none of them looked happy.
The Doc went to each of the athletes, spraying disinfectant on the cuts and checking them over, flashing lights in their eyes. “I’m checking their pupillary responses to see if there is a concussion.”
Hector just grunted in agreement and let the man do his job. His robotic mule followed behind, freaking out two of the new girls. Hector found it hilarious, but the mule was freaky in how it moved like a headless quadruped.
“Doc, can I carry your gear for you? I t
