The mustachioed one brought concealed exterior vehicle weaponry into plain sight. “Ohhhh, are we doing this?” Karma asked, sled-bracing herself in the rider’s seat. “Is this also something you do, one of your hidden qualities…” She flashed the whites of her eyes at him. “…a propensity for space dust?”
Derringer did a little dance in his seat and shook a few sparkles out of his hair. “Cloudbuster’s League.”
Karma swallowed behind a playfully dubious look. “That sounds real.”
Looking like a master, Derringer picked a sweet target, a little lone rock. Its blast radius was already clear. With the most minimal fiddling, he loosed a clean shot. Karma inhaled smoothly with appreciation, her target-seeking eyes relaxed and happy as the beautiful shatter occurred before her direct gaze.
She turned to meet his dear look with a honey smile. “Oh, it’s real,” he said. “I knew the moment I made Cloudbuster’s League. I know I’m not the only one.”
