Neon beams of light twirl around an enclosed space full of dancing partiers. The music was techno-electronic but with a heavy bass drum that made the floor shake and mirrors rumble.

The dancefloor was crowded with Ya’valtians and other alien species rocking to the beat. Several women danced in blue-metal cages hanging from the ceiling while two androids grooved in holographic stands near the DJ’s stage.

The top floor had multiple opaque windows for VIPs, with a small circular venue full of laughing executives and broads in flashy suits and revealing gowns. The set of stairs behind the DJ stand was guarded by a hefty man with green skin and a large curled antennae on his head.

He uncrosses his arms, noticing a young girl walking up the steps, with his yellow eyes squinting down.

“Sorry little miss. This division is for VIPs and Stravos executives only. If your parents are up here I can go get them for you while you wait.”

Miya makes it up the stairs. She looks up at the man, her head barely inching near his upper thigh. She then sighs and curls her finger toward him.

“Hm?” He squats down and rests his hands on his knees. “What is it?”

Before he could react, Miya grabs him by the throat and squeezed down, making him sputter and gasp, struggling to move her arm as blue tears left his eyes. With a single gasp, his arms go limp, and his eyes close. Miya then unclasps his neck and allows his body to tumble down the stairs.

She ducks under the silver rope and walks onto the white neon-lit catwalk into the main opaque glass house above the dance floor.

“... Guahaha! That little yuagrap didn’t know his left from right after he took a hit of this shit! It’s lethal, I tell ya!”

Inside the dome, seven Ya’valtian men and women sat on a rotating blue-cushioned couch, watching as a woman with raven skin and large green eyes gazed down at another woman, like her, who had now passed out.

She then gulps while hesitating to pick up a small spikey red capsule on the table in the middle of the room.

One of the Ya’valtian women groans and kicks the back of the lingering woman's head with her heel, making her head slam onto the glass table with a bang.

“Just eat the dam thing already! Don’t be afraid you little shit. You said you wanted passes up here so just do as your told.”

The onyx-skinned woman sniffs as yellow-liquid pools down her nose. With a whimper, she takes the drug capsule from the ground. Her hand shivers as she inches it into her open mouth.

“… That’s Ether Mist, right? Must’ve cost you a fortune to get it here.”

The entire room looks back at Miya, walking toward them from the doorway with a short whistle. She walks over to the onyx-skinned woman and snatches it from her hand, eying the drug with a nod.

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“No doubt about it! Illegal everywhere but Pholla NB2G, where they use it to treat Tovags for depression. Anyone else who takes it, though, is more likely to die from it’s destruction in their lower intestines.”

Miya then kicks the leg of the woman lying on the ground with a chuckle. “She’s either in for a long nap, or… Well, a long nap.”

One of the Ya’valtian men, wearing black skinny pants and no shirt with a red chain giving off a blue flare, stands up with a scowl.

“Who’s fuckin’ kid is this? Any of yours?” He rages.

The entire room looks in different directions with nervous glances. The man jumps in front of Miya, she eyes him up and down with a grin.

“And who might you be? Or would you rather I call you Chain-man.”

“That does sound pretty cool, but no. You can call me Bentu. I own a considerable amount of shares for Stravos and thus, get some nice perks. One of them being this VIP room, which you're intruding on right now.”

“Hey Bentu! You should make the girl eat it since she has a big mouth!” One of the Ya’valtian women jokes.

Bentu nods his head in agreement. “That actually sounds pretty rad. Eat it kid, then you can get your ass outta here.”

Miya turns around to the woman who made the suggestion with a smile. “You want me to eat this?”

Her white hair was wrapped into a ponytail that curled down her back, she wore a red-glittering dress that sparkled blue every few seconds. “Yeah! Stuff it down your throat like some candy, haha!”

Miya extends her hand out with the drug in her palm.

“Only if it you feed it to me!” Miya asks in a cute tone.

The woman tilts her head with a twitch in her eye. “Uh... Uhm…”

“Go on Manuiet! She don’t bite!” One man enthuses.

The woman then looks up to Bentu, who nods his head. “Go on then, it was your idea after all.”

She extends her arm forward, but as soon as it’s within reach, Miya pulls her forward and grabs her by the hair slamming her face into the side of the glass table. Her white teeth made eerie clicks as they glided along the surface, along with a splatter of blue blood from her grated gums.

One of the men jumps from his seat at the table and pulls an FX-13 handgun from within his suit with a furious glare.

“What the fu—“

A puff of smoke extrudes from Miya’s holster as it unlatches. She then pulls out her XMS handgun and fires a narrow white beam through the hand holding his gun.

“GAAAH! FLOREM-DAAMMIT!”

Blue blood splatters along the floor and on his white suit as he falls to his knees holding the dark-blue gash in his hand, now missing three of his fingers. Miya jumps onto his chest and clutches his tongue, shoving the capsule into his throat and punching his jaw closed.

She then rests her revolver’s nozzle on the middle of his head with a devious grin. “Now fucking swallow, unless you want to die.”

He hesitates with a muffled yelp. Miya moves her pistol and fires another white beam onto the side of his ear, making blood and blue mush splatter along the ground. He wails while shaking his head frantically, then nods his head with an exaggerated gulp.

Miya opens his mouth, moves his tongue out the way with her pistol’s head, and then smiles.

“Was it tasty?”

The man nods his head with a desperate smile while covering the side of his face, now pooling with vital fluids.

“Good. Maybe this will teach you to not deal with illicit drugs on the UNC-12 market.” Miya states while patting his cheek with her pistol.

She then looks at the room entire room, staring at her appalled and horrified looks.

“Except for,” Miya points at Bentu, the onyx-haired woman, and another male sitting beside her. “You, you, and you. Get the fuck out. Or I’ll throw you out the dam window.”

Not needing a second warning, all of the occupants of the room scatter to the door, followed by the frantic clicks of the woman’s heels. With the room now vacated, Miya turns to Bentu, looking down at Manuiet’s ripped mouth and broken-hanging chin dangling from her mouth with blood dripping to the floor.

“Oh please, she’ll be fine. You’ve got bigger problems now, Chain-man.” Miya gibes.