The Universe is held together by
duct tape and blood-tinted glue
The three suns of Alpha-467 were setting to the North, the orbs disappearing over the light green ridge of the ocean one after another, making way for the billions of stars to light the night sky. There was no moon. the small balls of cold fire were enough to let the inhabitants see what they needed - not that Katarina needed that light. Her right eye was well enough adjusted to any frequency of light, and was enough for her to be able to walk among obstacles even on the blackest of nights. Still, the soft hum of faded light was nice for her left eye, which was still human in make, and therefore needed assistance.
Alpha-467 was her planet, although she rented out a majority of the land to companies who wanted to build plants or private storage facilities. It was the perfect place for a tourist center, but Katarina didn't want her planet to become infested with those cockroaches. She never left her island, anyway. At least, to the rest of the planet, she never left. To the Universe, that was another story. The planet's name was quite dull - the logical coordinate that it was named before any human or anything like it bought it and inflicted its creativity into the name. Katarina didn't care about that sort of thing. The name was short, easy for her to remember, and got the point across. This was not a planet to waft on to on a whim. Only those who got an invitation could breach it's atmosphere, and tonight, about one hundred of the most esteemed party-goers of the year two million and seven had that privilege.
There was a full-fledged party going on in Katarina's mansion. The booze was being passed around and the music was too loud. There was a small orgy in her living room, and several alien poll-dancers in her dining room. Sins of the flesh laid out on a silver platter for those inside to pick at and taste at their will. Katarina was rarely seen at her own parties - those kind of cheap thrills she could have any time she wanted. It was the real adrenaline-filled, heart stopping thrills that she enjoyed the most, and those weren't exactly things she could advertise or invite people to join with a dainty invitation written on old fashioned paper. The stuff was almost as expensive as buying an island, but Katarina didn't care. She had enough money to do whatever she wanted for the rest of her life, and she was planning on doing exactly that.
the sand was soft between her bare toes, and the sounds of the waves soothed her harsh ears, polishing them and wearing them down. Her white dress flowed around her in harmony with the the wind. She looked like a simple woman out in a large world, enjoying the sight and sound of the ocean as she pondered the meaning of life, the universe, and everything. Of course, this was as far from the truth as possible. stood at the ocean because it was right outside of her house where she could be alone. her eyes were closed because she was focusing. She had invited a certain diplomat to her house, and she was listening to him, using her ear to pick up his footsteps and laughs. Counting how many drinks he had, whether he was the one giving or getting the pleasure available that evening. She tallied all this like a serial killer stalking her prey. In fact, it wasn't like that at all, that was exactly what was happening, minus the serial killer part, of course.
Her observation was interrupted by the sound of soft footsteps approaching. She turned to see one of her servants approaching her. The young man held a silver platter with a small device on top of it. Another request, then. She picked it up with her slender fingers, and pressed the soft button on top of it. The servant dutifully turned around as she read the information. A young boy had escaped from custody, it seemed, and fled to the twenty-first century. Dangerous, and needed back as quickly as possible, sum to be doubled if she could bring him back trained and hardened. Biography attached.
Katarina smiled. Sounds interesting. "Judas, darling. Let the guests know that I have urgent business to attend to, but for them to continue to enjoy themselves. Allow the diplomat to leave - I'll deal with him later."
Judas gave a curt nod and turned to carry out his mistresses wishes."Judas."
He turned."Pack me a bag for Earth, 2011, will you?"
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