Note: in this story Avon has regained his sight but still has the wolf, Sharp-Eyes.
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Once they arrived on the planet, they were met by a large welcoming party. Women dressed in pleated skirts, sandals and leather corsets, and men in tight thongs. The men began to...
come up from behind Argus because some of the crew had teleported down facing the wrong way.
Argus gave a strangled cry and sat down heavily, his sporran flapping wildly while he belatedly pressed it back down. "Oh god. I am NEVER going to get up until we leave this planet."
"Did he just scream like a girl?" asked Sester, a smug smile on his face.
Kirsten, stunning in a black corset, put her hands on her hips. "Is there something wrong with being a girl?"
"I...well...not in so many words." Sester cleared his throat.
"That wasn't very good," whispered Vila to him.
"Are you sure you're a psychostrategist?" Argus asked with lips that parted in a smile, but ended in a snarl.
Sester sighed and gave Kirsten a lop-sided apologetic grin. "Most days, but obviously not today."
Reya put an encouraging hand on Argus's shoulder. "Stand up, dear. They're expecting the leader of the Rebel Alliance. You have to get up."
Looking up at her with faintly pleading eyes, Argus sighed and stood up carefully. He squared his broad shoulders and tried to convince himself this was just another mission, in a really really hot climate.
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