Thread: A New Low (iridium248)

You could call Pandora a festering heap of corruption, and you woudn't be far from the truth. The parched, arid lands were decidedly inhospitable, bleached dry by centuries of basking beneath the planet's merciless suns- The cloudless sky a blurred, rancid blue, doing absolutely nothing to stop the slow roasting of the endless plains stretching out beyond...Inhabited mostly by scags, mercenary gangs, and wretched, devolved subhumans. Those who could usually cowered indoors, out of the bleak, blistering sun- Those who couldn't didn't last too long. Natural selection in action. The armored security booth was a rusting hunk of metal, still solid, but sand-blasted and pitted as everything on this wretched planet, pornographic etchings and crude graffiti the only hint of color in the ramshackle Arena Considering how short, brutal, and simply ugly life on Pandora was, the popularity of blood sports- As well as the up-and-coming Mad Moxxi's Underdome Riot- was depressingly clear- After all, the locals didn't have cable. In sharp contrast to the booth's slovenly occupant, the woman standing before him- A rare enough sight- was absolutely smokin' hot . The killer curves of hip, bust and ass were only outlined by her tight leather apparel, her legs sheathed in tight leather jeans, battered from months of travails- A pink half-shirt exposing a tempting glimpse of navel and flat belly... Lilith sighed, and snapped her gloved fingers, in a futile attempt to draw the man's eyes back up- God alone knew how many times the Siren had tried to keep his train of thought from derailing. She rolled those deep brown eyes in sheer exasperation, her vivid crimson hair a splash of color in the murk. The women on Pandora tended to be a lot like the men- Gritty, ugly, and crude, quickly swelling up from the day-to-day struggle of survival...Compared to them, Lilith looked like something out of a wet dream. A low 'tsk' parted her lips, though her eyes betrayed a flicker of interest at the offered bounty Rade's smirk, however, was what really decided her. Life on Pandora was like a pirahna tank- Show any weakness, any at all, and quite suddenly, they were all over you. Four thousand was a not-inconsiderable sum And she'd been spending the last few months running a series of equally bizarre, inane errands, back-and-forth across Pandora's rocky surface. This came as absolutely no surprise. -In time, people can get used to anything. Or they die. See a pattern? Deal, Lilith purred, her voice low, husky, and acid-sweet For a woman who claimed to gain her powers from crossing the 'Hotness Threshold', she sure wasn't shy about showing it off- Though the thought of walking out there, in front of hundreds of the worse kind of hyperactive degenerates, screaming for blood and carnage...It made her skin crawl. Still, her apple-red lips curled into a confident, beckoning smile...And scarcely had he finished, when there was the dry rasp of leather of skin as the Siren pulled her tight leather apparel off- Slithering out her shirt, her nimble fingers unclasping the belt fastening her tight-fitting jeans- revealing only her hot pink undershirt...And surprisingly lacy undergarments, clinging to her long, toned legs... With a disdainful flick of her wrist, the lovely redhead rebuckled her bandoleer, the old, rusted- But still entirely lethal guns hanging from her webbing, as she bundled her clothes aside! Her feet, arched high on heeled boots, creaked as the Siren sauntered forward, heedless of the hot breeze on her bare skin- About to walk into the arena in little more than a tight-fitting shirt, and lacy black panties! Take a picture, cueball, she suggested, her full lips curling into a distinctly nasty smirk. -It lasts longer. Without another word, Lilith sauntered right past him, with the sultry, hip-rolling gait that seemed second nature to her- To the roars of the crowd, as she walked out into the ring...Armed with a shitload of guns and a very bad attitude! He'd better have the money , she thought, darkly- ...Or I'll show that frig a whole new world of pain...