Sci-Fi Smack Down 1.5- Space Opera

The midday sun bled through the noxious atmosphere and clouds, casting a green haze on the city below.  Krin sat restlessly in her velvet wingback chair, drinking her tea as if someone was going to take it away from her. She looked disgustedly on the skyline below her.

It had been far too long, she thought, since anyone had put the Coalition back in its place. They had grown too powerful in this dirty city she called hers. The militiant slime had the audacity to believe they called the shots, and the citizens were beginning to believe them. She sighed and pushed herself off the burgundy chair and skated across the open room towards her computer. Smoothing down the skirt of her dark blue leather dress, she sat carefully in the chair and pulled up the logs she had persuaded one of the officers to give her the password to.

Some hours later, the sun had dipped below the tallest buildings in the area and she had her plan. Standing up, she lifted her lizard out of its cage and kissed it delightedly on the nose, then carried it over to the large windows to watch the sun set.

As soon as night fell, she changed into a dark cloak blacker than the starless night itself. She descended the small stairs carefully, and slipped out into the poorly-lit streets. The hem swished on the cobbled streets while she made her way to the part of town she chose not to associate with. Unless absolutely necessary.

Cheap neon signs advertising booze and women for sale began to crowd the ever-narrowing streets and the stench of unwashed bodies began to wash over her. Krin wrinkled her nose in disgust and began to walk faster, the drunken pedestrians calling out at her. She knew where she was going and who she was looking for, the rest could go to hell.

Finally, she pushed open the glass door of a bar and glided in the room, scanning through the haze and mass of bodies for the man. The records were almost eerily thorough, if they were to fall into the wrong hands…oh, too late, she thought with a smirk. She found him at the back of the room, clearly wasted, and playing pool. Applying more lipstick, she strode up to him and took off the hood of her cloak.

“They told me I’d be able to find you here,” she said, leaning on the edge of the pool table and playing with the chalk.

“ Really now?” he said, obviously confused.  “Who?”

“Oh don’t be modest!” she said, giggling. “Your underlings! You’re much more attractive than they described you to be as well,,,” she began, trailing off and looking straight at him and putting her hand on his. He gulped nervously, then cleared his face and looked back conceitedly.

“Yeah, I get that a lot you know. They just resent my authority.”

“I can imagine…a powerful man such as you must not get much time off then, right?”

“You’d be right, er, what did you say your name was?”

“I didn’t, it’s not important. At least, not as important as you are. Does anyone ever reward you for all the hard work you and the Coalition have put into this city?”

“Well no,”

“That’s such a shame, you deserve one,” she whispered into his ear. She turned to disappear back into the crowd of people, and motioned for him to follow her.