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Malign activated her portable holocomm., carrying it with her as she walked out of her office. "Oh you know, the usual assassination or hunting job. Oooh, there was a fun one on Hutta though. Who knew that crime lords could cry so much?"

After a moment or two of chatting, she said goodbye and entered her suite, opening her closet. Ignoring the priceless, exotic dresses and formal wear, she went to the back of the closet and pulled out a heavy chest. She opened it, revealing the dark black and pink armor inside. After putting it on, she checked her weapons, humming to a cheerful tune as she strapped the double-barreled pistols to her sides.

As she left the compound, her assistant, Cyan James, ran after her, clutching a datapad. "Ms. June! Ms. June! I hate to slow you down but-"

Malign sighed, blowing a strand of crimson hair out of her face. She turned around to face the short, thin intimidated young man. Cyan was 25, one of the best assistant managers and organizers in the galaxy. His knack for securing deals was invaluable, and his position was permanent in the corporation.

"Whatever do you want now, dear Cyan. Can't you see I'm busy? I'm off on a killing spree," She said casually, beginning to walk again. Cyan trailed behind, frantically speaking.

"Malign - you know that our business conference with the Collocoids is this weekend. They won't take kindly to your abscence! I know they've been looking forward to seeing you again after your last discussion. They loved how you ripped the claw off of the one who wouldn't bring down his price."

"Certainly you can do it this time. Or in the very least bring some insecticide to threaten them into submission with."

"I would get snapped in half! From you it amuses them. From me.... I'm just prey. And where are you off to? Hopefully nowhere dangerous-"

"You are the one in danger. I hope you remember the last time you made me angry, Cyan? You had to buy a new datapad and required two days of surgery to get the bits of glass out of your forearm."

"Oh um... Yes. That was erhmm.. I see your point. I'll postpone the meeting. Just please, Malign. Alert the corporation of your position on occasion. We'd hate to think you were deceased."

"Me... Deceased. That's real funny, isn't it?" She said, turning once again to face Cyan. By now they were on the landing strip, right below the boarding ramp of The Empress VIII. She pulled her arm back and smacked Cyan's cheek once, grinning. "I'll be fine. You, on the other hand, will not be fine if you don't keep this company running. Best of luck... and Cheers."

Then she was off, leaving the man rubbing his now-stinging cheek on the surface below. "Let's find this fancy ship, shall we?" she said to herself, intering the coordinants.