The Saturn Mistress
Copyright 2010 Tara Loughead
A Bulays and Ghaavn Adventure
The Karshi Imperative Part 6
For Jerry Siegel and Jim Mooney and Curt Swan
"Lady G, any chance you can get those forcefield bubbles to work properly?"
"The science girls have been hard at work on it, Bulays, but it is basically an impossible technology. We don't have anyone that is enough of a brainiac to pull it off. It is quite amazing we have what we do now." She paused for a second. "Anyway, the problems of inventing ludicrously advanced technology is not what I asked you here for."
"I hope not, because we'd just started on a very nice bottle of Mercurian whisky."
Bulays, incongruously enough, was holding hands with Emar, the Death Queen of Neptune, while she talked to Lady Gerald.
Ghaavn thought this was kind of cute, but wisely kept that to himself for now.
"I thought you might like to see this." Gerald pointed to her wallscreen. Some not very easy to make out video of a woman in a room, dark glasses, long pink-purple-gray curly hair, or so it seemed, was in view. Long, black leather boots, and generous curves on display in fine black underwear. It was only a few seconds worth. The audio seemed to say something like ...aturn...istres...