Director Nova sat in the shuttle with 10915 piloting. EB bounced all over the place in the back.
“Are we there yet? Are we there yet?”
With an eye twitching, Nova said, “we’ll get there when we get there. We only left ten minutes ago.”
EB landed in a chair and whined, “it feels like foooorever!”
Nova pinched the bridge of his nose, “why did I ever agree to let you be a BADGE adviser.”
EB hopped up and grabbed Nova around the neck with both arms. “Because, I’m powerful, smart, and you like me.”
“I tolerate you… at best.”
10915 announced, “approaching the League Wars Orbital Arena.”
“Good.” Nova leaned forward, EB still clung to his neck.
The shuttle made a pass around the massive orbital arena. Small robots buzzed around, putting in lightbulbs and welding parts together.
10915 said, “the arena is almost completely repaired from the events around Halloween.”
“Wooow!” EB commented.
Nova peeled the rabbit off his neck and said, “take is in to dock one.”
The shuttle looped around, landing in a small docking bay. Nova, EB, and 10915 stepped out and walked the long hallway to the large field. 10915 stood at a control station while Nova and EB stood on a platform. After a moment the platform left the side of the field and floated out. Screens flickered on with the BADGE symbol displayed on them. Across the world, monitors at ever League HQ were activated. Then the News Media was alerted and connected to their monitors. Once each screen had a location waiting, Nova began.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, Heroes and Heroines of the world. It has been a hard year. We have faced no greater trials than those during the Mythic Wars. Those days are behind us and we celebrated the new year with a new holiday...”
“FROSTUARY!” EB yelled out.
Nova resisted grinding his teeth in front of millions of viewers. “Yes, Frostuary. Now, it is time to once again test your mettle, prove your strength, and gain the glory of billions. It is time for the Official Winter League Wars and Powers Competition. It is my…
“That’s what you’re gonna call it?” EB interrupted.
Nova just about booted EB right off the platform. “That is the official, documented name.”
“Pshaw!” EB hopped up and grabbed Nova around the neck, leaned over his shoulder and announced, “It’s time for Frosty League Wars! Get yer butts up here to the Arena and register. We want to see ya’ll competing to prove who’s the best. And, this time, no ugly spirit will interrupt anything, I promise.”
Nova’s eye twitched again as he yanked EB off his neck. “As he said, Frost League Wars begins soon. Registration has begun. Good luck one and all.”
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