Outer Rim
Valery Noble
Kasady had killed before.
To this day she could relive the moment in perfect detail. The feeling of her would-be owner’s final breaths struggling to escape underneath her grip, and the mortal stillness that followed.
Truth be told, she thought she would’ve felt more.
But that was survival. This was pleasure. More than that, this was justice. A belief she repeated to herself any time a semblance of doubt arose to challenge it. How slavery continued to plague the worst corners of the galaxy had baffled her since the day she learned there was something better out there.
The man of the hour was a wealthy socialite, popular with the tabloids and even more popular with slave traders. You don’t get that rich without finding new methods to avoid losing your money. After all, why pay your servants when you can pay the authorities to look the other way? Out here, nobody cared. It was just how things were.
Kasady trudged down the damp, neon-lit streets, looking no different from any of the other lowlifes that called this world home. He was supposed to come planetside tonight for a new ‘shipment’. That’s when she’d strike.
A raincoat widened her small frame, working double duty to keep hidden the pistol on her hip, and the collapsible sniper rifle on her back. She rounded a corner at just the wrong time, bumping into a passerby before there was a chance to react. Kasady was knocked over as easily as a twig, but no sooner had she hit the floor did she scramble back up to her feet. “...Sorry,” She mumbled, and pushed past the figure with equal brevity. She was here for one reason only.

Kasady had killed before.
To this day she could relive the moment in perfect detail. The feeling of her would-be owner’s final breaths struggling to escape underneath her grip, and the mortal stillness that followed.
Truth be told, she thought she would’ve felt more.
But that was survival. This was pleasure. More than that, this was justice. A belief she repeated to herself any time a semblance of doubt arose to challenge it. How slavery continued to plague the worst corners of the galaxy had baffled her since the day she learned there was something better out there.
The man of the hour was a wealthy socialite, popular with the tabloids and even more popular with slave traders. You don’t get that rich without finding new methods to avoid losing your money. After all, why pay your servants when you can pay the authorities to look the other way? Out here, nobody cared. It was just how things were.
Kasady trudged down the damp, neon-lit streets, looking no different from any of the other lowlifes that called this world home. He was supposed to come planetside tonight for a new ‘shipment’. That’s when she’d strike.
A raincoat widened her small frame, working double duty to keep hidden the pistol on her hip, and the collapsible sniper rifle on her back. She rounded a corner at just the wrong time, bumping into a passerby before there was a chance to react. Kasady was knocked over as easily as a twig, but no sooner had she hit the floor did she scramble back up to her feet. “...Sorry,” She mumbled, and pushed past the figure with equal brevity. She was here for one reason only.