Was Aisha getting soft? Was Aisha Clan-Clan getting soft because of her time with Gene and Jim? No. That couldn't be it. She was Aisha Clan-Clan, commander of the Orta Hone-Hone. She wasn't suppose to lose so easily in a contest. To be the commander you had to be strong, you had to win at every contest or people wouldn't respect you anymore. Losing to Trisha had left a deep wound in Aisha's heart; A commander of the ship losing to a lowly person like Trisha was embarassing...and Aisha never liked to be embarassed, especially in front of Jim or any other person in her life. Paige was celebrating with Trisha, while Jim and Aisha looked intently at each other. Jim's expression was blank, while Aisha's expression was a mixture of rage and sorrow. Aisha turned to face Trisha.
"I demand a re-match" said Aisha icily. She spat out the word "re-match" like it left a bad taste in her mouth. Trisha and Paige turned to face Aisha. Jim was about to say something, but Trisha cut him off.
"Why are you protecting your slave?" asked Trisha.
"What?" asked Aisha. "I don't have to answer to yo..."
"Why are you so intent on keeping Jim?" asked Paige. "he's just a slave, right? A slave's life isn't worth all this fuss. Just admit that you lost to..."
"I want my re-match" snarled Aisha and Jim backed up a foot. Aisha could be scary when she got mad, and this time she was REALLY pissed off. "I want a re-match without those damned gloves and I want the computer to be fixed so that little glitch won't happen to me--or anybody else"
"Aisha, it's okay" said Jim.
"Shut it, slave!" snapped Aisha. "and since when you're on a first name basis with me?"
Jim shut up.
"So...you want a re-match?" asked Trisha. "My answer is no. You lost to me fair and square. Your slave now belongs to Paige. Just admit it, commander bitch, you lo..."
Aisha howled with rage and screeched at Trisha to shut her face. "I WANT MY RE-MATCH!"
"Well, too bad cause you're not getting one" said Trisha.
"ARE YOU--?" started Aisha.
"Mistress, you did lose fair and square" said Jim, stepping forward.
"I demand a re-match" said Aisha, more calmy now. "please"
Trisha thought before answering.