Sitara Qin
One Hot Mess
The ship cut through Xasuri’s clear blue skies before landing onto the city known as Tari.
The tour guide was surprisingly…odd. A plastered smile never dared leave her porcelain face. Sitara raised an eyebrow and gagged as the woman began to lead them out of the tiny transporter ship. “A single file line, everyone!” She chirped, sounding far too happy. Her robes were made of golden threads, swishing as she walked down the metal ramp.
“Welcome to Tari, everyone! This city has been ruled by Xasuri’s family for over thousands of years!” She clapped her hands together as she began to talk about history. Sitara’s eyes scanned the large city. It was…oddly enough, very sanitized; as though the whole place was built to look like someone’s idea of a utopia. Everyone in the city seemed strange, their expressions dull except when they turned to each other.
Several people nodded. A symbol of greeting perhaps?
She expertly slipped away from the ‘single-file-line’. Eyes traced over her though didn’t say anything. She had her little brochure with her, plus the keys to the hotel-room she’d be staying in. She didn’t want to experience this planet the way it was meant to be. She wanted to do this Sitara style!
~
Fast forward to a few hours later, Sitara found herself gently leaning over a male’s shoulder, her breath reeking of whiskey. The man looked…uncomfortable and not in the surprise boner kind of way. He pushed her off of his shoulder and began rapidly mashing at his comlink.
“I would like to report a case of harassment.”
Sitara took a step back, her eyebrow raising. “Um…Excuse me?” She began to speak, crossing her hands over her chest. She was about to pry that stupid piece of technology off his hands, but soon a couple of guards swooped in and secured her arms behind her back. She wiggled, wanting to teach these blokes a lesson.
But before she could act, her hands were bound behind her back.
“Oooh, kinky.” She gritted her teeth as she was angrily transported to prison.
~
“As punishment for your vile acts you will be forced to room with ‘The Ripper of Eden.’.”
Sitara raised an eyebrow, crossing her hands over her chest. “What? The Ripper of Eden?”
“She’s only the most notorious criminal in all of Tari.” The man declared, as the door to the prison hissed open. Sitara was stripped of her clothes and stuffed into an ugly jumpsuit. As the glassy doors of the cell parted, he shoved her into a room with only one bed. Sitara’s eyes narrowed, her gaze focusing onto a frail looking girl with wide eyes.
“This is the ripper of Eden?” She cried out, as the binds on her hands fell to the ground.
“Enjoy.” The warden's voice faded into the background.
It was going to be an interesting night.
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The tour guide was surprisingly…odd. A plastered smile never dared leave her porcelain face. Sitara raised an eyebrow and gagged as the woman began to lead them out of the tiny transporter ship. “A single file line, everyone!” She chirped, sounding far too happy. Her robes were made of golden threads, swishing as she walked down the metal ramp.
“Welcome to Tari, everyone! This city has been ruled by Xasuri’s family for over thousands of years!” She clapped her hands together as she began to talk about history. Sitara’s eyes scanned the large city. It was…oddly enough, very sanitized; as though the whole place was built to look like someone’s idea of a utopia. Everyone in the city seemed strange, their expressions dull except when they turned to each other.
Several people nodded. A symbol of greeting perhaps?
She expertly slipped away from the ‘single-file-line’. Eyes traced over her though didn’t say anything. She had her little brochure with her, plus the keys to the hotel-room she’d be staying in. She didn’t want to experience this planet the way it was meant to be. She wanted to do this Sitara style!
~
Fast forward to a few hours later, Sitara found herself gently leaning over a male’s shoulder, her breath reeking of whiskey. The man looked…uncomfortable and not in the surprise boner kind of way. He pushed her off of his shoulder and began rapidly mashing at his comlink.
“I would like to report a case of harassment.”
Sitara took a step back, her eyebrow raising. “Um…Excuse me?” She began to speak, crossing her hands over her chest. She was about to pry that stupid piece of technology off his hands, but soon a couple of guards swooped in and secured her arms behind her back. She wiggled, wanting to teach these blokes a lesson.
But before she could act, her hands were bound behind her back.
“Oooh, kinky.” She gritted her teeth as she was angrily transported to prison.
~
“As punishment for your vile acts you will be forced to room with ‘The Ripper of Eden.’.”
Sitara raised an eyebrow, crossing her hands over her chest. “What? The Ripper of Eden?”
“She’s only the most notorious criminal in all of Tari.” The man declared, as the door to the prison hissed open. Sitara was stripped of her clothes and stuffed into an ugly jumpsuit. As the glassy doors of the cell parted, he shoved her into a room with only one bed. Sitara’s eyes narrowed, her gaze focusing onto a frail looking girl with wide eyes.
“This is the ripper of Eden?” She cried out, as the binds on her hands fell to the ground.
“Enjoy.” The warden's voice faded into the background.
It was going to be an interesting night.
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