Planet Himiko
Imperial Princess Resort, Penthouse
1200 Hours, Noon
The night before had been a blur. Alcohol, women, men, the thump of dense, atmospheric music. She had cut loose. Her job had been simple, fly to Himiko, set up a meeting with the Planetary Governor and act as an intermediary between themselves and certain commercial corporate elements situated on the planet
Maekardan. The Iromakuanhe had been making inroads on expanding their businesses across the sector including Yamatai. From the humble, yet obnoxiously loud BEST KEBAB vendors on the streets of Kyoto's downtown, to the trendy fashion wares of the Commonwealth, brought to upscale Riverside district of the megacity.
And it was her job to bring those offerings and more to the masses of Himiko. All properly taxed, documented and approved by the Yamataian's bureaucracy which handled foreign commercial entities operating in their space.
She still lay abed even with the curtains of her penthouse drawn allowing in the bright afternoon sunshine. Sunlight kissed her olive-toned skin. It wasn't wanted, the light of the day was bright and lit up behind her eyelids. The Sund Wakir woman groaned, head throbbing as a dull droning whine whirred in the air. Surely just her horns abuzz with the after-effects of last night's delightfully sinful escapades. And oh how she regretted taking the enzyme with which allowed alcohol to affect her. But, it hadn't been all bad. A towering part ID-SOL, his name escaping her along with a beautiful, statuesque Elysian woman with almost diaphanous wings had been the cherry on top. It
hurt to think. Especially with the ever-increasing droning noise vibrating within her horns.
Muttering a curse, Anju was her name, yes, Anju, it seemed so close to forgetting her name as she groped for the alarm clock. Squinting as much against the sunlight as she dared, the corporate employee, assassin, and saboteur allowed her hazy gaze to read the time.
12:01pm,
damn. Her eyes went from squinting to slowly opening as much as was feasible as her limbs slowly worked her up into a seated position. Slowly, ever so slowly, Anju looked around. Her clothes from the night before lay strewed over a glass coffee table. She did not see any of her previous night's partners' anywhere. Would explain why she had the comfy bed to herself. Clearly, it had been a one night stand.
She raised a tattooed hand to the side of her head, the droning sound refusing to leave as it picked up in pitch. Another muttered curse passed between darkly pink lips. The volumetric projector's screen had remained on throughout the night. With her senses finally coming back to her, Anju wore an all too pissed expression on her face as she looked. There was a logo, one the Star Army wore with pride on the display. As she listened, strength returned to her limbs, her belly tightened and her mind sharpened as glandular stimulants began flooding her system. She had released them on reflex, the broadcast on a loop. That blasted whine wasn't her hangover, it was a Dreamers be damned warning siren!
All she thought was
Danger! as the broadcast looped again and again the whining blast of the siren's call continued as if to drive the point home. The Kuvexians had come to Himiko. Leaping to her feet, the Sund Wakir woman prowled to her closet. Inside she had bags of clothes, a black helmet, and a moderately large secured case. She only spared the time to make herself halfway decent in putting on undergarments before pulling forth the case. She placed a thumb on the reader, it scanned it and felt a prick as a drop of blood was taken. The case slid open to reveal a dull, but deep black one-piece suit 'catsuit'.
Beneath it sat a compact roughly rectangular shape. Sparing no more time, Anju wiggled her slender frame into the suit and its boots. Pulling the collapsed bundle free, the woman checked it over, pressing a release. The thing clicked and whirred as it expanded into a sniper rifle. The thing had cost a bundle to bring through customs, along with the companion weapon just underneath where the rifle had been. Pressing the button again caused the rifle to collapse in on itself once more.
She lifted the tool of her trade over her head and pressed it to her back. It adhered to the suit's material as she pulled the other weapon free. Brightly brushed metal greeted her as the weighty item fit comfortably in her hand. A long-barreled revolver. With a snap of the wrist, the cylinder snicked free, showing it to be loaded before snapping it back into place. Setting it aside, Anju pulled forth a long strip of cloth that looked suspiciously like a scarf. The thing was anything but. It was a Hlarian Clothblade, just big enough to meld and harden itself into a number of useful melee configurations.
That had been overlooked as nothing but its fabric made cousin by customs.
Now armed, Anju made toward the door of the penthouse she had paid for with a lingering of regret. She had only been on this planet for two days,
two. days and it had already turned to shit. Her last night's entertainment's safety didn't cross her mind. All that mattered to her right now was her own safety and survival. The star port wasn't too far from the hotel. Hustling out of the room, the black-clad assassin kept her helmet under her arm as she found an elevator to the ground floor and from there the parking garage.
By the time she pulled out of the garage, she took notice at how much of a ghost town it was around the hotel and nearby streets. As she drove, more and more people began to appear, all running, floating or driving toward the star port. It was packed. Cars honked, people yelled in fear, anger, and pure exasperation.
Damn again!
With so many rushing toward perceived safety, there would be little chance of her finding a spot to get off this planet. No. The local military installation? Unlikely. With the Kuvexians either on the ground, in orbit or both, they'd be on high alert and possibly denying civilians entry let alone an alien armed as she was would draw undue attention to herself. A third curse passed between her lips as she backed up, turned, and made her way toward somewhere off the beaten path. Somewhere with a chance of safety until things died down. To hide and survive. The wilderness. Specifically the Elfin Forest, it was said to be sprawling, relatively out of the way of the city and fairly dense. With the Star port and Fort out of the question, it seemed as likely a place as any to try and survive this decidedly shit-tier level of luck.
So she drove, with the top down and a head too full of cares and worries to be carefree and enjoy the sunny afternoon while in orbit thousands died in a losing battle. The world was ending and she planned to outlive it.