Split Me a Photon

When Comet Rider turned and spoke of revenge, black holes and Veema, somehow it seemed to seamlessly go together. I looked around to see who she was talking to; had to suppress a grin. Well, I didn't have to, but the sharp, shiny, pointy weapon in Veema's hand kinda argued for caution.

You know those grix from twenty, thirty years ago? The ones that were so popular because they featured the tall, muscled women with big hair and bigger swords in their hands who were always dealing out revenge for wrongs done? Well, Veema didn't look like one of them at all. She was a Dwin. You know - short in the extreme.

Veema looked up at me with the keen eyes of a predator, "I am Veema Lotu of the Veeho 2nd Command. You're under arrest, Scriber."

I kicked the Dwin in the sternum, or where I kinda thought it should be. The Dwin took the blow like the support beam she resembled. Then smiled.