#z'vedza

[cairis-in-the-field]

“How much for this one, right here?”

(Risque Sentence Starters: Sex Slave Edition)

Cairis tensed at the sound of a voice asking her purchasing price.

Purchasing price. Gruvaal’s Axes - how had this happened to her?

She knew.  She’d been so desperate to get off Snilia that she’d stowed away at the first opportunity.  The captain of said ship had not been pleased about it and had sold her to Unilu slavers, calling it a decent bit of irony.

The Unilu that held the control to her shock collar put on his smarmiest smirk and addressed the tall being standing before Cairis.  The person - female in sound - was so bundled up that no distinguishing features could be seen.  The best Cairis could ascertain was tall and slender.

“Aye, she’s a prime piece, in’she?” Berzax teased.  He patted Cairis’ round, bare hip.  “Look at the size o’ her!  Sweet curves like these’ll please ya!  I got her trained real good.”

[thenuggetwhocouldfly]

Man it’s been FOREVER since I drew her, figured it was time for it :3

[cairis-in-the-field]

sacrifice?

One Word || Accepting || @cosmosriisen

Being a reporter meant making enemies sometimes - but usually, those enemies had furious tempers and struck immediately.

Commander Trux stepped out of a nearby alley three decaphoebs after Cairis had written up a piece on him.

“You couldn’t think of anything better to say?” he raged, aiming a laser pistol at her.  She stood with her hands up; bystanders scattered for cover.  “’Exactly what the Empire expects’, ‘a decently handsome Galra’, and ‘a fine officer’?  That’s it?  That’s all you had to say?!  I sounded as exciting as a bland fish dish!  Because of you, I was passed up for promotion!”

That wasn’t the reason at all, but he certainly wasn’t going to attack higher ups.

A fat little reporter was fair game, though.

Cairis knew she wasn’t going to move in time, but she still tried even as Trux fired – only for another body to get in the way.

Cairis was knocked to the ground by Z’vedza even as the other woman leaped in front of her.  An instant later: they were both on the ground as Z’vedza was hit by the laser bolt.

Trux was stunned enough by the other woman’s sudden appearance that he never saw his death coming.  Cairis ripped Z’vedza’s own pistol from its holster, aimed, and fired - directly into his face.

She didn’t even watch the body fall as she dropped the gun to focus on her friend.

“Z?  Z?  Z’vedza!”

The sightless eyes staring up were indication enough that Z’vedza was gone - to go along with the cauterized hole in her chest where her heart had been.

Cairis’ agonized scream ripped through the street while bystanders slowly gathered around them.

[cairis-in-the-field]

“It’s not a party until someone almost fucking dies.”

F Bombin’ || Accepting || @cosmosriisen

“That’s what you said when that thing was hunting us on Hiking World!” Cairis snapped, her bantos rods in hand.  She winced as somebody died with a vivid splat and gurgle beyond their barricade.  “I could do with less parties!”

Z’vedza laughed and charged her gun.  “I promise: the next bar I drag you to will be quiet as a tomb!”

“Quieter than this one, you mean?”

Before Z’vedza could answer, three bar patrons converged on them and tried to crawl over their barricade.

[cairis-in-the-field]

“Are you talking to yourself?” (stellarcartographer)

@stellarcartographer

Cairis had been walking along, speaking into a recording device about things she wanted to write about and the tone she wanted to take with various articles, when a voice out of nowhere startled her into stopping.

She looked around, around, and then up.

"You!" she shouted.  "The vent gremlin!"

[thenuggetwhocouldfly]

He's 'bout to get scratched.

[thenuggetwhocouldfly]

OC Info

Z'vedza' theme song is Behind These Hazel Eyes by Kelly Clarkson. It fits her perfectly.

[thenuggetwhocouldfly]

Some minor stuff/future plotlines for Z'vedza and Edoski (and apologies for the terrible handwriting e.e)