Yuki blends in as a guest

Catabasa. A planet beyond the Federation treaty zone. A hellscape harboring pirates, slavers, gangs, and the most depraved beings in the galaxy looking for a good time in the Palace of it’s ruler—King Soddorom. The buildings are tall and gaunt and trafficked with illegally modified ships zipping past buildings displaying ads for **** brothels and illegal weapons auctions. Massive pyres light the path leading outside the city to the landing strip before the three pyramid structures making up Soddorom’s palace.

The lights tracing the shape of the Grand Palace comes into view, blazing through the layer of smog to show oncoming ships the way. Lucky for the Jade Assassin, that also concealed her approach for at least a little while.

Yuki resumes the Dancer's present course, toward the Palace. Swallowing that lump in her throat reminding her it's been a long while since she faked it to get close to her target.

A nasty, insectoid face fills your view. A Maraxxian. The cannon fodder soldiers of the Universe.

"THIS IS CAPTAIN KZZKT. IF YOU ARE RECEIVING THIS MESSAGE WE COMMAND YOU TO LAND AT THE NEAREST PORT AND PREPARE FOR BOARDING. FOR WHO DARES APPROACH THE CITY OF KING SODDOROM? THE EXALTED ONE, KEEPER OF THE STAR OF MISERY, **** BREAKER, CHIEFTAN OF CHIEFTANS, RULER AND COMMANDER OF THE MARAXXIANS AND PAGHI, AND KING OF ALL CATABASA!?" He says politely.

She sends her identification, her shady entrepreneur alias, last used for checking into a hotel near her last target on the Asteroid City. She smiles, throwing back her black and blue hair.

"Alice, Alice Holiday," she says.

The Maraxxian inspects it, his eyes shifting in suspicion.

"CONGRATULATIONS. YOU ARE CLEAR FOR LANDING. HAVE A PLEASURABLE EXPERIENCE."

She trades her slick suit for a slinky blue dress. So thin, like liquid draped over her skin. She slips her weapon into her leg holster. A thin T7 blaster pistol. As well, her ship armory is linked to a phase disk. With enough time, and a good connection, one command and she can summon her sniper rifle. Or a grenade. Or even a mini-gun if she needs it.

Immediately juxtaposed with the crowd of hideous monsters and Aliens trying to get inside. Tall hairy brutes, little goblin-like beasts in collections trying to pull at her dress. All held in line by the six-limbed Maraxxians clutching their stun-spears as she passes for the security scan. Which her tech voided.

Yuki was familiar with that tech. From the aquatic venom Vrolix IV, a single touch from such technology would instantly paralyze and soon render the victim **** with little chance of permanent harm.

The oppressive heat and atmosphere is only worsened by the dungeon-like atmosphere of Soddorom's Palace. With hearths and torches along the walls as she is guided into the massive cavern of his Palace. Filled wall to wall with statues of Soddorom in his prime, not unlike the images and holo vids.

And then, the grand party chamber.

Oh fuck, Yuki thinks, the rumors were true.

**** girls from over a hundred different galaxies, wearing **** collars, dancing on poles and over pedestals for the depraved horde of Alien guests. A Human woman--a former singer dances for a quivering blob of tentacles that scramble to gather the credits to rent her. A little tribe of impish Golbians pulls a blue skinned famous activist Garina to a private room, her bare curves groped and abused in their hands as they fight over which hole to claim first. More dance and strip clad in scarce silks and gold adornments for the Aliens eager to watch, and pay for the chance to fuck them.

Then, Yuki beholds him.

At the end of the chamber, on an elevated level observing it all from a dias is King Soddorom. Not as muscular as he was in his prime. A mountain of green overlapping fat and grease clad only in a golden robe. Sucking on a chalice of wine while a **** girl sucks on his big green cock. A disgusting display.

Men and their profile pictures, Yuki thinks.

The **** girl appears familiar to Yuki. Chocolate brown hair, a slender tawny body made golden in the hot torch light. The missing Princess Kira Nya, royalty from an impoverished system annexed by Soddorom. Of course he'd want her front and center, an example to the rest of the Galaxy.

Don't get uppity, or your daughter might end up on her knees sucking my cock too, or some other macho shit. In any case, it ends tonight. Yuki blows a pink bubble.

It's showtime.