Jayo-34

Gareth landed at one of the spaceports on the mining asteroid Jayo-34. The rock had bioluminescence in it giving patches of grey light. It was ominous. Sucking the colour out of everything.

Gareth looked at himself. Everything was grayscale.

He put on his brown leather jacket and holster with his plasma pistol.

“Okay time to go…” he said.

He got a drink at the busy asteroid barroom. Filled with all types of aliens including alien beauties. Big busts and asses. Gareth needed to focus.

He sipped his drink. And waited.

The target entered from his left. Gareth drank more. Inconspicuous.

Zameul Faune. He was a slimeoid type alien. Looked like a man mixed with a donkey’s back half – all in a transparent slime. Zameul went into the back past a curtain. A weary and anxious look on his face.

Gareth sighed. A slimeoid would be difficult to kill. Bullets or combat would do nothing. He would just absorb it. What he really needed was a good acid. But where would he get...

“Hey Mister… Why the long face?” A petite woman placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. He couldn’t tell her colour-scheme because of the grayscale light. She had three breasts in a leather tank top. And slender long legs with fins on the calves. She had long hair tied into a messy bun with a fringe.

Gareth smiled, “Well maybe I can buy you a drink to cheer me up?”

She smiled and sat on the barstool.

“My name is Hanni,” she said, sipping on her cocktail, “I don’t know why, but you looked so cute being sad so I had to come over to cheer you up.”

Cute?! Dammit. Did Gareth have time for a slam and slide with Hanni. His mission was crucial. But…