TIKE
LOCATION: Melbar Prime
“Hey Tike, caller for ya. It’s the angry dude. He wants to talk. Says it’s important. I told him ya didn’t want to be disturbed, but he won’t go away.”
Tike pulled the damp towel from his face and scowled. “Ahhh, khegh it. All right, put him through.” His second-in-command, Mikko, had called Tike via the audio-only speaker imbedded in his wrist wrap. Tike swiped at the water on his chest and shoulders and tied the damp towel around his waist.
“Thanks, man. He sure is an ugly dude, ain’t he? There ya go, have fun.”
The tall Tyrazoid shook his elongated head, spraying water droplets around the room. His green-grey pores soaked in the rest. He grabbed his commtablet from his clothes pile as a face appeared. Mikko was right, of course. Dalmith was butt-ugly. Ba
