Scherezade deWinter
The Blood Hound
Eve was a dead space station. Four decades ago by the galaxy's timeline, it had housed millions of people from across the 'verse ho wandered among the spheres of the Scintilla, trying to restart their lives. New cultures had begun to develop, species that had remained dormant or in hiding had come out of their seclusion to join. Anyone who mattered through the project had been a success. Offices sprung up, children got schools… Scherezade wasn't sure if she wanted to go back to those days, but she sure did miss them sometimes. Things were… Simpler.
Of course, that had also been the time she'd been dubbed a terrorist. But she hadn't been the one to intentionally set bombs off within the space station. She hadn't been the one whose explosives caused a hole to appear in one of the spheres and have over a million people just be vacuumed into the empty space beyond.
Others had mourned. Scherezade hadn't cared too much, but it served as a ripe opportunity for revenge. And those who had caused the loss of lives had found their own people removed from life as a return gift.
Good days, good days.
Under normal circumstances, she rarely came back. But one of her main offices, Glitz'n'Glamour, was here, and there were physical items stored in her office here that she wanted to box up and bring with her to one of the other Whimsy offices. And… She remembered she had a big bunch of candles here. One of them, she had almost given to
CT-312
after they'd had their outing at the spa with other DeathDrop members. But something inside the Sithling yearned to offer her more. With time, she knew, she would want to offer all their members more.
And this would be the first time. The coordinates had been sent to CT, with instructions how to dock and how to find the office. Scherezade calculated that CT would get there soon, so she just walked through the empty gigantic station, ignoring the uncanny feels of the ghosts around her, unsure whether her brain made them up to cover for the fact that such a large space was so empty, or whether they were really there.
But since it was so empty, only the occasional scavengers arriving at long distances, her office was unlocked.
And there, seating herself on one of the very pink executive seats, she pulled a small bag full of cheese cubes from her pocket, and ate while she waited.