Government Housing

You opt for the more legal approach.

You step off the ship and find yourself shoved aside by the wave of humans, reptile looking aliens, and small creatures that voyaged with you. The place is teeming with activity and you look out over the skyline of your new city, brushing your black hair out of your face. You see the gray, starry skies above, Earth's sun looking like a speck in the distance, nearly indistinguishable from the other stars. There's a glare in the sky though as you notice the massive glass dome covering the entire metropolis as far as your eyes could see, hints of dirt and cracks forming in places showing centuries of wear and tear on the colonization bubble. Gazing lower you find the skyline, taking your breath away with it's massive towers nearly scratching the domes surface, neon signs advertising products as cars and ships zoom by at break neck speeds.

You get lost taking it all in before the ship you came in on starts taking off and knocks you down on the floor. Dust and exhaust cover the area as you scramble forward into the safety of the registration building. Once inside you're trapped in a line of people for what feels like 5 hours until you get your turn at talking with the spaceport security. Immediately upon entering the back room the first thing you notice is their lack of government uniforms, simply wearing black suits with a name tag reading "Styx Security" on it.

"um, Hello! I'm John-" you start to say, but find yourself shoved by a larger male human "back wall, facing the camera, speak when spoken to" he says in a deep voice, sounding like he's said this a thousand times today. You turn, giving him an annoyed glare before doing as he says and placing your back against the wall. You turn, facing the camera, before noticing the familiar glow of a Siren behind the lens.

They always were eye catching, their skin varying from soft shades of green, blue, and purple with glowing bulbous tails and gils, the glow varying from brilliant yellow to a warm orange color. Their eyes were pitch black with webbed ears that extended far above their head, along with a few having horns that could also glow from the tips. You spotted the glow behind the camera first, then noticed the woman's green skin and thinking about how you always found the shade unattractive, reminding you too much of a frog.

She stood, wearing armor that seemed modified from the others, showing more of her D cup breasts and soft stomach. Her heels made her a bit larger as she walked closer to you, making sure not to cover the camera. "Name?" she said in a rippling voice, a high pitch that sounded like she had water stuck in her throat.

"John Doe" you said immediately, staring into her dark eyes. She smiled, making your heart skip a beat for a moment. She probably likes you, she probably wants you to feel her soft, wonderfully smooth and attractive skin against yours, to take that armor right off of her~. She'll let you if you answer all of her questions truthfully.

"Visiting or immigrating?"
"immigrating"
"gender?"
"female"
"cybernetic enhancements?"
"none"
"are you a member of any criminal or terrorist organizations in the solar system or otherwise?"
"no"
"Have you ever considered **** upon another person?"
"yes"
"often?"
"depends"
"do you consid e r y o u r....
"yes...yes...no...last month..."

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