While many places in the outer rim are known for their inherent danger, their seedy underbellies infested with the maggots of crime, drugs and corruption Mon Cala was a far cry from that. Beautiful cities that hovered both over and under the surface of it's vast waters. The cities were beautiful little ecosystems and in certain places one could see beautiful mansions with curved and rounded architecture that took full advantage of the planets natural water features. It was truly a bubble of serene life that one would expect from the wealthy neighborhoods in the core worlds.
Except for one particular mansion. From the surface it looked just like any other but if one were to walk and take a close inspection of it the facade would fall apart. Bushes and hedges that reeked of piss, trampled flowers, pieces of clothing that floated about in the fountains. That was just the exterior. Inside the once beautiful arrangement of furniture was thrown about and torn apart, cabinets were destroyed, nice pristine white walls were tagged with all sorts of markings. Bottles upon bottles littered on the floor creating a massive tripping hazard and alcohol had stained enough rugs, flooring and other parts of the house to cake it in it's stench and turn parts of it into a minor fire hazard.
In the epicenter of this madness was the living room where two women lied there unconscious. Nearby them was a broken beer bottle covered with now dried blood, a dented copper colored arm from a 3P series droid, and for some inexplicable reason a metal toe. The two women were connected together by the wrist with a pair of durasteel hand cuffs. Particularly archaic in that they used a simple key to lock and unlock. The blacked hair woman clattered with piercings was one Sera Jex. Clothed in only her underwear and a loose fitting black t-shirt that read "FETH YOU YOU FETHING FETH" on the front.
Soon a minor stirring could be seen from her as her body slowly, agonizingly clawed it's way back to consciousness. Sera's head was throbbing and even the tiniest of movements was enough to worsen it by a hundred fold. A loud groan could be heard exiting her mouth. Slowly moving her arms and opening her eyes she would try to awaken. However her body had decided to register the normal lighting entering her retinas as blinding and she would feel resistance from her right arm... Like it was attached to something. Suddenly her mind started to wake up at what felt like warp speed however in reality it was merely the same amount of speed thanks to the raging hangover. Soon though it became apparent to her that she was handcuffed to Neri... What the kark happened... did they...
"Good at least one of you had the courtesy to wake up." Suddenly a voice came from behind Sera. The source being a female Quarren sitting on the stained couch behind them. The quarren had a thick sense of disgust layered into her voice as she looked on at the two assholes that trashed her home.
"Who are the feth are you and where are we?" A lazy slow half slurred response came from Sera.
"Vox. Lady Vox. That's what you'll address me as, and right now we are in my home... and we are all going to stay here till I figure out what you are going to do about the mess you left here and across half the bloody city you depraved perverts."
As Sera tried to reign in her memory and figure out what the hell happened last night her only memory was drinking at a bar with Neri. After that nothing. As Sera looked around at the interior of the mansion though only one singular thought was echoing inside her mind.
What the kriif did she do last night
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