Challenge

Ravok and Sligo were talking in muted tones, heads bowed, and arms folded. Calvo watched with interest. Ravok, a tough and utterly ruthless man himself, was quite clearly nervous around Sligo, and Calvo didn’t blame him. VIM-Stim junkies were never popular. You could be talking to a perfectly reasonable, even pleasant human being one moment, and fighting off a vicious animal the next, simply because some change in the ambient light had caused the VIM to send new messages in to the addict’s brain. Visual Interface Modules were banned in every civilised, and most of the uncivilised planets in the galaxy, and it was one law that Calvo agreed with wholeheartedly.

Twelve had collapsed, unnoticed for the moment, gasping , fighting for breath in the hot, sulphur laden air. Calvo moved to the small, dark haired guard. Sweat trickled down her slim, naked body, and her skin was caked with dust. Reaching down, he pulled the girl to her feet. Fuck she looked sexy, even as filthy and **** as she was. Her pouting little breasts begged to be kissed, and the thought of running his fingers through that thick black bush nestled between her slender, toned thighs made Calvo’s cock spring instantly to attention…….

Pain and blackness flared in his head, and Calvo went down, sprawling in the dirt. He struggled to focus. Sligo was standing above him, one fist cocked. In his other hand, his gun was drawn, and levelled at Calvo’s chest. Flickers of light crawled slowly over the dark lenses of his VIM.

“Easy now, Sligo….”

Ravok’s voice was pitched low, as if her were speaking to a wild dog. His arms were spread wide, his hands well clear of his own weapon. Sligo’s voice when he replied, was a arctic in its cold lack of passion.

“You saw this Cocksucker, Ravok. He laid hands on my property. I have every right to kill this fucker.”

“No one’s disputing that, Sligo. But you know the rules. Disputes to be settled on Main Street, in front of the whole town. Its been months since we had a decent gunfight…the townsfolk need a festival day. You aint one to deprive honest folk of their fun are ya?”

Sligo remained motionless for a moment longer, before holstering his gun.

“Fair enough Ravok. I’ll stamp on this cockroach tomorrow at noon. Tombstone can have its party.”

Spinning on his heel, Sligo strode away, snarling at Twelve to get on with her work before he "put a slug right between her tiny little tits." Ravok helped Calvo to his feet, shaking his head sadly.

“I’m sorry, buddy. Its been a real pleasure knowing you. If I was you, I’d get back to that slitty eyed whore of yours, and fuck her all night long. Enjoy it. Sligo’s the fastest I ever saw."