Thalen's Reach

The Soul Drifter touched down on the desolate outlaw planet of Thalen's Reach. Day light shinned upon a huge desert settlement.

Eve stepped off the ramp with Anya and Kai. Vayne trailed behind, clutching xenobombs. "Salam Shah insisted, just in case," he muttered nervously. Eve's nebula flicked back. "Not necessary, Vayne. Get back to the ship." Her voice, a husky velvet, left no room for argument.

Anya smirked, eyeing the rugged outpost. "This ain't no place for Barbie girls, Eve. Your bounty-hunting days must've been wild." Kai nodded. Eve's lips curved. "Stay close. Say nothing."

The town was a gritty sprawl of scarred cyborgs and brawling outlaws. Fights erupted in the streets; no one cared.

Eve strode through, her nanotech bodysuit—a liquid obsidian sin—molding to every curve. Her hips swayed like a galactic tide. Her boots added to the sensual aesthetics, clicked with predatory grace.

Her short jacket, bared the smooth arc of her lower back. Her moonlight hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a beautiful collarbone.

In the cantina, eyes devoured her. "Ruko, something to burn," Eve purred, her voice coiling around every spine like a lover's caress. The bartender fumbled, nearly dropping the bottle. "Synth-whiskey… or hotter?" he stammered. Her smile was a blade of desire. "Always hotter, darling."

She glided to Torv, a grizzled hunter with hyperspace intel. Her suit shifted, leather clinging to her curves, a geometry of pure seduction.

"Got credits to the route?" Torv rasped, eyes locked on her full lips.

"I pay in promises, sweetheart," she murmured, leaning close, her breath a tease of starfire. "Give me the route, and I'll let you dream of me." He nodded.

Suddenly, Torv's expressions changed.

"Relax, Torv," she teased, her voice velvet venom. "Scared I'll wreck you again?"

Torv grinned, tense. "Lost count of the times you did. See any badass sluts around?"

Eve's laugh, a sultry crackle, "Just one charming lady, love. And she's all you'll ever need."

Music started. The band struck a pulsing alien rhythm. Cyborg and human cowgirls and cowboys were on the floor.

Torv looked at Eve, "wanna give the crowd some good time… Just for the memory? No pressure."

Eve rose, hips rolling like a shark's tail.

"Like my suit, gearhead?" she teased Anya who joined her.

"Wicked moves girl, keep shaking it," Anya flushed.

This was the Eve before? Anya thought. Peeps on Nomad would die to see her like this.

Kai whispered to Anya, "I don't know if I live the raunchy Eve more or the space commander Eve."

"Doesn't it? Almost looks like two different people."

The crowd gathered, tripled, now no one was dancing, everyone was cheering for the sexy lady who just look off the jacket and climbed the table. Slithering like a snake, hips moving in velvet motion. Anya was amazed. Eve could party danced like… that!?

The music finally stopped.

Eve came down covered in sweat. Torv gave her the jacket. "That ought to do it"

"Still need credits?"

He handed her a micro-chip.

"Nah, it's on the house."

As Eve left, her silhouette seared the night, boots clicking, suit shimmering eyes accompanyed her hips to the door.

Sky was neared Evening. Anya followed Eve in awe, thinking of the down to Earth person she must have been before joining Nomad.

The Soul Drifter roared to life, and the planet dimmed without her. She wasn't just beauty; she was a cosmic desire.