Yuki draws her blaster for the kill

No one can be assured a clean kill from this distance. One miss, and shields will be erected between Yuki and her prey. And she's not arguing with that many guards between here and there.

As a human though, she's one of the smaller guests relatively. The blaster on her thigh can make short work of the Slaver, and from there she can use the crowd to her advantage, as she slips through them and out of sight.

The steps of the elevated platform are steep, Yuki takes the first few , minding the blue dress. It isn't uncommon for guests to get this close. All who travel to the Tartarus system wanted a glimpse of the mythic Warlord and his rings forged from a thousand systems with a much loved Princess naked and sucking his dick before them. But few are brave enough to reach the system, fewer see Sodorom.

He has his Princess on her knees before him, her creamy brown hair in his grip. The Princess parted her lips wide, ready for whatever perversions her King made of her.

Not tonight. Yuki takes a hastened step past the first Maraxxian guard, too preoccupied with the degradation at hand with the once noble Princess to notice the Jade Assassin herself, her weapon slides from its holster into her hand, making only a flutter. Her arm outstretched. Her blaster an extension of her being.