Solaris

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Planet Uerium, Sector 123 of the Zetyr Galaxy

The lights of the bubbly planet can be seen from space, and up closer, especially in the heart of the capital, its even brighter. Flying vehicles zip through the air, millions of people walking below and thousands of tall buildings towering over everything.

In a certain building, in a certain dark room, awaits the White Widow his target of the day.

Solaris quietly sips the glass of alcohol in his gloved hand, his ice green eyes specked with magenta dimly glowing in the dark as his heightened eye sight is in play. The young looking assassin’s twitches in amusement as his prey arrives, drunk off s*x and one of his harlots high on Nog (a Ueriumian d**g).

Ice green eyes watch in amusement as the door slides open and two of the High Chancellor’s guards step in before the Chancellor himself stumbles inside with two escorts in his arms, the green skinned ladies giggling madly as the Chancellor whispers into their ears - no doubt lewd and promising if the smell of arousal coming off them – the last two guards walking in last.

The lights in the room automatically switch on as the people walk in through the door, lighting up the dark room. It doesn’t take a second for the guards to notice his presence and they all bring out their guns and point them at Solaris

“Who the f**k are you?!” One of the guards yelled out. “How did you get in here?!”

Solaris looks at the deadly ray guns with bemusement, his eyes mocking the alien before him, his legs still crossed He tilts his head to the side with a small smile before taking a sip of his drink.”

A guard starts stalking towards the sitted assassin, g*n raised. “I said who the-” She stops to a halt, giving a loud gasp, her eyes going wide as she sees the white hair in a messy manbun.

The other guards seem to get the memo as well and all of the go rigid and their eyes going wide in fear and recognition.

“Who- who are you?!” The Chancellor yells out, standing alone as the girls that are in his arms are now standing by the far end corner.

“Hm. This is a nice beverage, Chancellor Gaeroyn. A Terran relic made years before the planet imploded on itself.” Solaris swirls his drink, his eyes on it as the ice in it clanking with the glass. “Too bad you won’t be able to taste it.” His eyes snap up at them, causing all of them to inhale sharply.

Before anyone could move, Solaris is already darting forward, the glass shattering onto the tiled floor.

“FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!!” A guard yelled out and all four of them, now standing in front of the Chancellor, start shooting at Solaris.

The glass windows behind Solaris shatter as he effortlessly dodges the ray bullets shot at him. He leaps into the air and does a small spin. Wires materializes around the bodies of the guards – tying them from head to toe and stopping them from moving. When Solaris lands on a knee, his fingers are clutching the ends of the threads. He slowly stands up, facing the Chancellor with a bored smile. He raises his hands, the golden threads now visible in the light, and gives a sharp jerk of his hands and behind him, the guards explode into a shower of blood, gore and screams of agony as the wires rip them apart – slicing them up into bits.

The ladies behind the Chancellor let out loud screams and the two starts banging on the door, which slides open and the hightail it out of there screaming b****y murder. Solaris heaves an internal sigh of exasperation, knowing that the two are raising an alarm and reinforcement is now on the way.

The Chancellor makes to turn around and run, but with a flick of Solaris’ finger, the alien is now tied up with his threads, unable to move.

“Pl- please! Don’t kill me!” The Chancellor pleads, eyes wide with terror. “Is it money?! I can give you money! How much do you want?!”

Solaris chuckles deeply, an amused smirk on his lips. “I think the Credits I borrowed from your room is enough, Mr High Chancellor.”

The Chancellor’s eyes go wide at the implications of Solaris’ words. Before he could say anything else, Solaris gives a sharp jerk of his hand, killing the alien in one move.

Solaris watched in boredom as the mass of flesh splatter on the floor, purple blood getting on his shoes a little.

How dull.

The wires he used in killing his opponents dematerializes in red mist. With a hum, he turns around and heads for the chair he was sitting on moments ago. He picks up the backpack filled to the brim with Credits (coins used by those in the Zetyr Galaxy) and wears it. He can hear the running footsteps coming towards the floor and the half breed snorts in amusement.

Without further ado, Solaris takes race and leaps out of a broken widow. The wind howls in his ears as he drops down. He lightens his weight before landing on a bullet hover train. He takes a sitting lotus position and looks at the fading building he left destruction in its wake. He looks down at his wrist when it makes a beeping sound. He taps it and his lips quirks as he sees the transferred money in his business bank account.

Solaris taps his ears and the tiny bubs in his ears forms a dark green, translucent headphone. He closes his eyes in relish as one of his favourite Terran music comes up.

Even though those specie of organic matter were nothing but barbaric animals, they still made good music. Solaris almost felt sorry for them that Sulien contributed into their early destruction. Almost.

The bullet train stopped at its last stop and Solaris leaped into the air. He jumped from building to building as if gravity is a friend, making his way to the Other Side of the Capital. Before long he’s walking down a familiar dirty street filled with escorts, gangs and whatnot.

“Rio!”

The young looking assassin stops and smiles brightly, waving at the prostitutes waving enthusiastically at him.

“Won’t you join us today?!” One of them call out.

“Apologies ladies, but I’m afraid not today.” Solaris says softly, getting moans of disappointment from them. “But the next time we meet, it will be my threat.” He winks at them, getting shouts and hoots of happiness.

“We’ll hold ya to tha’, Ri.” A three eyed alien p********e with tentacles winks.

“Later, ladies!” Solaris gives them a wage goodbye before continuing his journey.

On the way, Solaris stops at various kiosks and purchases some food, paying and tipping the sellers as usual, getting thanks of happiness from them all. Before long, he makes it to a large apartment complex and walks into it. He greets the register at the desk, dropping one of the snacks for them as usual. He bids them goodbye before entering the elevator. The journey to his flay didn’t take much and hes allowed access into the room when his eye is scanned.

“I’m home!” He calls out immediately he walks into the living room.

“Welcome back!”

A voice rings back and Solaris makes his way over to its direction. Sitting in the computer room (which was formerly a dining) is his younger brother, Sulien, who’s surrounded by hologram screens and typing away at various computers.

“Still erasing the video feeds and my footprints?” Solaris asks, dropping the plastic bags on the floor.

“Yep.” The short sized halfling says, popping the “p".

Solaris hums, removing the backpack from his back. “I borrowed some Credits from the Chancellor.” He shakes the bag, causing the coins to clink loudly. “But seeing as he’s now tragically deceased, there’s no need to pay back.” He sighs in mock sadness.

Sulien snorts, giving his elder brother an amused glance. “Is that right?”

Solaris hums. “Have you eaten?”

“Yes. I ate when I went out.”

Solaris blinks before his brows furrow a little. “You... went out?”

Sulien hums in reply, still typing away like a computer god.

“Nothing happened?”

“If you count me killing a pedophilic moron who wanted to r**e me due to my childlike appearance and me impaling his corpse on a spear, no. Nothing interesting happened.”

Solaris heaves a silent sigh of relief. No episode yet then. “Good. Very good.”