18th Base
Both of them were engineered for tactical combat and espionage. They met while on separate missions.
Zhora was ordered to destroy Senator Emerald Majesty. Roy had been sent on a mission to take out The Right Honorable Jimmy James. Emerald Majesty and Jimmy James were lovers.
Roy and Zhora met through the coincidence of booking rooms in hotels directly across from each other. They were on Kreeler’s Reach, the political house of senate commons asteroid. They constantly had scopes out the window to gathering data and tailed their targets outdoors. Like recognizes like. They steered clear of each other out of professional courtesy.
They were to be given ‘go words’ if a certain bill passed in the government. That bill was delayed. Time passed. The weeks turned into months.
When their paths crossed, Roy and Zhora gave imperceptible nods to each other at first, then smiles. Soon, they were having lunches. They recognized the covert nature of each other’s profession but never remarked on it. They flirted. They acted like real people. They had dinners. They had dates.
They were both given their go-words at the same time at the same dinner. They made their excuses and left.
And met again in the hotel room where Emerald Majesty and Jimmy James were celebrating.
Emerald had just dismounted Jimmy after a particularly energetic bout of lovemaking. Her long, dark body glistened in the light from the beside lamp. Jimmy ran his hands through this thinning hair. The bill had been passed. Their financial worries were over. They both thought about how lucky they were for about the hundredth time.
Jimmy reached over to stroke Emerald’s hair.
His hand disappeared above the wrist in a red haze. He screamed and the front of his throat disappeared as well. Jimmy gurgled and sunk into the pillows. Blood spread. Two new holes in the bedroom window cooled.
Emerald screamed. They’d been found out. She had no idea that her and Jimmy had been in the crosshairs for months. She got up to grab her clothes and flee.
Zhora exploded out from the wardrobe and grabbed Emerald around the neck. It was over in seconds with a dry snap.
With a quizzical look at the bed and the body of Jimmy, Zhora walked over to the window.
Roy snapped his head up from the scope with a smile. Impulsively, he fired up the plaser again and took aim on the wall behind Zhora.
“Hello. Xo. R.” he spelled out in scorch marks.
Zora looked up into his scope and smiled.
After that, they decided to go back to Earth and get the re-doctoring needed to live full lives.
They found a couple of friends in a rough bar. A heavy lifter named Leon, one of the prostitute models named Priscilla, a male prostitute model named Tarryn, and a shuttle pilot named Erilda.
Together, the six of them hijacked a shuttle and headed for Earth.
These things never work out. They killed the crew and passengers.
Leon fell in love with Zhora on the trip to Earth. He resented the hell out of Roy.
All of the boys slept with Pris every now and again. It’s what she was built for. Erilda and Pris were good friends. Tarryn and Erilda hooked up. Those two had a great time.
It was manageable until they made it to Earth. Tense but alright.
Once they hit Earth, however, their plans turned to shit.
Erilda got fried running through an electrical field. Tarryn left and never came back after that. Leon blew their cover by killing a police officer. Zhora ran away to hide in plain sight as her training dictated, figuring she’d do better on her own instead with a group of idiots.
Roy was never the same after that. He became consumed with finding a way to live longer and wrap it up as a gift for Zhora, a way to bring her back.
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Zhora was ordered to destroy Senator Emerald Majesty. Roy had been sent on a mission to take out The Right Honorable Jimmy James. Emerald Majesty and Jimmy James were lovers.
Roy and Zhora met through the coincidence of booking rooms in hotels directly across from each other. They were on Kreeler’s Reach, the political house of senate commons asteroid. They constantly had scopes out the window to gathering data and tailed their targets outdoors. Like recognizes like. They steered clear of each other out of professional courtesy.
They were to be given ‘go words’ if a certain bill passed in the government. That bill was delayed. Time passed. The weeks turned into months.
When their paths crossed, Roy and Zhora gave imperceptible nods to each other at first, then smiles. Soon, they were having lunches. They recognized the covert nature of each other’s profession but never remarked on it. They flirted. They acted like real people. They had dinners. They had dates.
They were both given their go-words at the same time at the same dinner. They made their excuses and left.
And met again in the hotel room where Emerald Majesty and Jimmy James were celebrating.
Emerald had just dismounted Jimmy after a particularly energetic bout of lovemaking. Her long, dark body glistened in the light from the beside lamp. Jimmy ran his hands through this thinning hair. The bill had been passed. Their financial worries were over. They both thought about how lucky they were for about the hundredth time.
Jimmy reached over to stroke Emerald’s hair.
His hand disappeared above the wrist in a red haze. He screamed and the front of his throat disappeared as well. Jimmy gurgled and sunk into the pillows. Blood spread. Two new holes in the bedroom window cooled.
Emerald screamed. They’d been found out. She had no idea that her and Jimmy had been in the crosshairs for months. She got up to grab her clothes and flee.
Zhora exploded out from the wardrobe and grabbed Emerald around the neck. It was over in seconds with a dry snap.
With a quizzical look at the bed and the body of Jimmy, Zhora walked over to the window.
Roy snapped his head up from the scope with a smile. Impulsively, he fired up the plaser again and took aim on the wall behind Zhora.
“Hello. Xo. R.” he spelled out in scorch marks.
Zora looked up into his scope and smiled.
After that, they decided to go back to Earth and get the re-doctoring needed to live full lives.
They found a couple of friends in a rough bar. A heavy lifter named Leon, one of the prostitute models named Priscilla, a male prostitute model named Tarryn, and a shuttle pilot named Erilda.
Together, the six of them hijacked a shuttle and headed for Earth.
These things never work out. They killed the crew and passengers.
Leon fell in love with Zhora on the trip to Earth. He resented the hell out of Roy.
All of the boys slept with Pris every now and again. It’s what she was built for. Erilda and Pris were good friends. Tarryn and Erilda hooked up. Those two had a great time.
It was manageable until they made it to Earth. Tense but alright.
Once they hit Earth, however, their plans turned to shit.
Erilda got fried running through an electrical field. Tarryn left and never came back after that. Leon blew their cover by killing a police officer. Zhora ran away to hide in plain sight as her training dictated, figuring she’d do better on her own instead with a group of idiots.
Roy was never the same after that. He became consumed with finding a way to live longer and wrap it up as a gift for Zhora, a way to bring her back.
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