“Oooh…” the ambassador voiced slowly, after the blue-haired girl was done with the insults. Maggie’s eyes defocused as if the realization of the fact took all of her attention, “Is<i>that</i>what it is? Your little toys slipping in and out of my rectum? Suppose I had it lubed so your pilots didn’t have to worry so much about steering,” her silvery eyes flickered with every word that came out of her mouth, “Should I ever want my ass properly fucked, I do have a couple of feds on my speed dial.”<br/><br/>As the Ethonian inquired about the phone call, the question slowly began to answer itself. At first, there was a barely noticeable, ominous lull in the ambient chatter of the bar…<br/><br/>“Maggie Greer, Ambassador of the Black Dragon,” Maggie replied to the alien girl who was making her unexpected introduction, “Pleased to meet you, Miss…?”<br/><br/>…and as moments lapsed, eventually, practically everyone was paying attention to the wall monitors that were changing their video feeds, one by one, to any one of the local news channels, each showing a view of a small luxury liner nearby, stationary, as if preparing an FTL jump. Finally, the audio was turned on, and all of the bar could catch on the broadcast.<br/><br/>“—reports of multiple explosions across the central decks in what seems to be yet another act of mindless terrorism,” the reporter spoke, “We have confirmation that no political figures are on board the Oasis 29.”<br/><br/>With her pupils suddenly dilated, Maggie stared at the closest screen in a trancelike state. As the reporter went on with more details, another set of small explosions suddenly flashed through the windows of the passenger carrier, in total silence of the surrounding void, followed by a moment of absolute calm during which not even the reporter said a word. For three more seconds, the beautiful forests and waterfalls under the glass domes of Oasis 29 shone their beauty against the black of the endless space. Yet, perhaps even more beautiful was the detonation that wiped it all away. The ambassador let out a quiet mewl and tried her very best not to show any more signs of the full-body orgasm she was having that satisfied her more deeply than any sex she could ever have. Ever.<br/><br/>The only signs left of the luxury liner were the green and blue ripples of energy shields of nearby hulls that deflected the debris away from the station and the many ships surrounding it. The news were tuned down, and while most people returned to minding their own businesses, few were rushing out of the bar in various states of panic or despair. Maggie stared the Ethonian in the eye and said nothing. The girl was the only other person in the bar who had heard her making that phone call.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>