Dirk Knifesteel graduated at the top of his class in swashbucking assassin school, but even so he had always been something of an outsider. but now LaserDetroit, an old timey 1920s version of detroit, but in the future, was under attack, and the people who had made fun of dirk during school were going to realize just how much he had learned about being an assassin.

Bathaniel Razorthorn gripped the handle of his sniper rifle as tight as he could, and lowered his eye to the scope, confident that it would allow him to “zoom in”, making his enemy seem closer.

As he crawled out of the mouth of the cave into an alien planet version of new york city, Duskin Rifleshot could feel that something wasn’t right. he got up and looked around, there were a bunch of strange buildings, like, alien food stores and stuff, but they weren’t a big deal to him. He looked down at his own outfit, which had 3 bandoliers full of laser cartridges, a leather vest, camo cargo pants and sick converse hi tops.

Mesmerelda Starshine looked out over the combat training yard as she adjusted her holographic brassiere straps in an attempt to rein in her sexy womans boobs. She could see all the men in training, strong and robust boys with aggressive attitudes and sleek, toned muscles. Their sexual hotness almost rivaled her own, but she had no interest in such men. She called for her servant Alaester Blade-Sniper, a meek man of soft features and extremely long and greasy hair. he wore a black robe with flaming swirls of fire embroidered around the edges. This was the man who she knew was the real sexual dynamo, just waiting to be unlocked by her sultry advances.

Phoenix was an assassin, maybe one of the best assassins in the galactic quadrant, and not just good for a black girl, but good for anyone. For example, the first thing people usually noticed about her was that she was a highly skilled, ebon-skinned sexy assassin. She kept this in mind as she stepped silent as a dark shadow into the room of the outer space slave lord who she was hired to assassinate. her legs were like two long straight spindles of ebony, her arms like two thin sticks of ebony with tin foil on the ends of them.

The big neon wine bottle sign came into view as the hover-cab rounded the corner of 8,000th and Hyper-Broadway. The big neon sign always made him want to drink some wine, which was good because it was placed right above a futuristic wine bar. In fact it was the sign for that very bar. “pull the cab over here, but keep it hovering” said Trix Booberry. “I’ll just be a couple of Astro-minutes.”