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Wheelchair Wars Part 3 (4)

“Tell me of your battles with the Tyranids Timothy. I want to hear it from you.”

Timothy who was already feeling the effects after he downed a second shot replied, “Even from the first defeat.”

“Oh yes, it was the Emperor’s will that you would survive that battle. Tell me everything.”

Timothy then regaled the Emperor with the tales of battle, how he cheated death and discovered their weakness. The General was an avid listener, silently taking in every word he ushered. His mouth was ajar as Timothy came close to death.

“Thanks, Timothy, you’ve confirmed what I had already thought.”

“Where are they from?” Timothy asked unsure if he was over-stepping?”

“Only the Emperor knows. It is speculated that it’s outside this galaxy but why now..”

The General shook his head from side to side.

The conversation then shifted to other lighter topics. The General had been born into a military family on Sirius XXIII. A wild world with dense rainforest and mountain ranges, its human population is very small; an ideal training ground for a young boy. There were countless trees for him to climb and brothers to fight. Then as an adolescent, he was taught all about the Emperor and his mission for humanity.

Galway Girls (Part 5)

I try my best to pull into one of the corners to avoid the surge of people while we wait for Sean to arrive.

“Do you want a vodka?” Ronan asked.

“I sure do.”

He knew the way I liked it, with an equal amount of orange thrown in as he took the few steps over to the bar to order.

A few moments later, I felt a firm hand on my shoulder. Instinctively, I know who it is.

“Hey Sean, you got here.”

He walked around in front of me.

“Indeed, that Ronan over there? Better tell him to order me a pint.”

With that, I was briefly alone again before they both came back.

These are the best of nights. Old friends and lively banter in a city I love.

After a few minutes, Sean pointed out that we should enter the gig area and get good seats. Always a good idea when one of the members of the group is in a wheelchair.

A tall dark-haired woman was checking the electronic tickets on people’s phones before stamping their wrists. She was at the narrow conjunction between the small bar area and the larger gig area where seats were already laid out in a much larger room with a higher area where comedians would enthrall their audiences.

However, I simply drove through.

Does she think like I do, that people in wheelchairs are invariably honest or is it that I don’t need to be stamped cause I stick out anyway?

Ah well, c’est la vie.