Thousands of years after Earth became uninhabitable, humanity colonized other planets and moons around the solar system. Amid rising crime rate, the Galactic Space Force (GSF) set up a legal contract where registered bounty hunters (known as Coyotes...
Space News:The Universal Authority will be celebrating a thousand years since its formation this weekend. Chief Syla War has assured security will be tight, and the guests have nothing to fear. The attendees are reminded it's a black-tie event. Anyone who fails to abide by the dress code will not be allowed to enter.
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Arriving at The Universal Authority, Detective J went straight to Syla War's office. It was the largest room on the moon, fitting for a man of his stature and ego. A red carpet covered the floor, and there were two couches—one in front, and the other opposite Syla's desk, with a floor-to-ceiling window behind the one in front.
Syla sat behind his desk with a glass of wine in one hand and a cigar in the other. As the Chief of TUA, nothing happened without his approval. Even though he was sixty-two years old, he didn't look a day over thirty with his skin as smooth as a baby's bottom and inky-black hair.
"Glad you could join us, Julian," Syla said with a raise of his glass before he took a sip of the wine.
J looked away from Syla, and towards the other seven people in the room:
Director Beatrice Ernest of Galactic Space Force, Wizard Brianna Trucker of the Mages Guild, and Overlord Alita Spears of The Executioners sat on the couch opposite Syla's desk. A wooden table stood before them with bottles of alcohol and snacks on it.
These were the most important people in the system—after the members of The Council, of course.
Baron Samson Christ of the Detective Division, Baron Nina Tow of Space Patrol, Baron Hippolyta Rome of the Military Division, and Baron Dante Wielder of the Science Division sat on the other couch. There was a glass table in front of them with four bottles of water.
These four worked under Syla, ensuring the smooth operation of The Universal Authority.
I don't see Master Brandon Banks of the Witches Association. "Is this everyone?" J asked Syla.
"Did yuh expect anyone else?" Overlord Alita asked with her fiery eyes. She wore a navy blue blazer, a white shirt, and black pants. She styled her light blue hair in a pixie cut up and away from the head. With rings in her septum and tongue, she looked like a rockstar. Many assumed she was, but that wasn't the case.
Out of everyone in the room, Overlord Alita was the one to watch out for. She loved picking fights, knowing no one in the system was as skilled as her. After retiring from bounty hunting at twenty-five, she became the CEO of The Executioners, making her the youngest to hold the position. Under her leadership, hyenas rivaled coyotes in the number of bounties completed yearly.
"No." J shook his head. Master Brandon hated attending such meetings anyway, leaving them to his wife, Alita, to go to and later inform him about what happened.
Overlord Alita frowned, seeming disappointed J hadn't taken the bait. She leaned back on the couch and crossed her arms. She scoffed. "Yuh no fun."
