Solos Tekkhari was a planet known mainly as a stop for the "rougher" travellers. It's tourists and inhabitants tended to be a rowdy lot, such as Trakkers, Thieves, Derelics, Drunks who had crashed their ships and found no reason for leaving, bounty hunters, and similar types of galactic scum. So of course, Alien couldn't wait to get there. Strapping on her goggles, Alien headed for the air lock and waited, listening to the doorway go through its whirring, hissing, and other mechanized sounds as it opened itself. "Leviathan", she called out into the air, "keep the ship ready for quick-launch, I dunno how this could turn out and it'd suck to get our asses blown off cuz we couldn't start the ship." The Computers voice boomed, "Understood." Alien stepped out into the landing bay and checked her location, got her pass key and headed down the corridor. The landing bay was immense, as it was essentially a gigantic cave that plunged deep into the crust of the planet's surface. Alien had heard about how it was created, which was by one of the incredibly huge Tohk Crabs...one of the very few indegionous life forms to the plent. Tohks hardly resembled an Earth crab at all, with the exception of their personality. They were more like huge milipedes roughly two hundred yards long(on average) that secreted concentrated bursts of acid from pores all over its body. The head of a Tohk could remind an Earth traveller of an ant, since it had an immense, pincing jaw. The Tohks made their homes by burrowing beneath the surface of the planet, and digesting minerals produced from a chemichal reaction of the dirt and acid mixture. The casual traveller to Tekharii probably never noticed that halfway down(about 1 mile below the surface) the cavern took on a strange look in the walls. Alien did, and took a shine to the ambiance added by putting the main landing bay, as well as a huge underground station of shops, bars, slick joints, and inn's right inside the body of a dead Tohk Crab. Hitching a ride on a levitating cart, Alien was speeded towards the main entrance. Upon arrival she tipped the driver, and proceeded into the nearest bar she could find...the "Xeno Cellar".

It should be said now, that Alien's taste lies a bit on the stranger side(and yours too probably, for reading a story about a nymphomaniac who likes having sex with aliens). Upon her entrance to the dark, dank, and overly boisterous cave that held the bar, several patrons yelled to her over the noise from a table next to the wall. The Xeno Cellar was in its usual mood today, jam-packed with low lives and galactic scum guzzling "headbangers" and playing Moku-Gen, with the harsh beats of Sterighanii techno music pumping hard enough to make your heart feel like it might go blasting out your back if you didn't keep your arms folded. Alien loved it. There were blue acid lights lining the walls giving the cave a blue haze all around, with a spotlighted anti-gravity kareoke stage dead center in the club. Of course, there was a bar, with an ameoba-like bartender known as "Splat" pouring drinks into chalices using telekenesis. Splat could take the form of almost anything of equal size, but it tended to like its jello-like form the best, and unfortunately this had the effect of making anyone who might be drunk at the bar think he, she, or it was trapped inside a lava lamp. Chances are Splat knew this, which was most likely one of the perks of his job as far as watching the drunks freak out. The rowdy bunch that called to Alien rejoiced in drunken bellowing and laughter when she raised her goggles and sat at their booth. Immediately she had a chalice thrusted into her hands and one of the oafish travellers growled at her to chug it down. Of course, she would've done just that without his encouragement, but oh well don't all men love pointing out the obvious? Alien unbuckled her jacket, and in a flash one of the gaseous limbs of Jahk-Char, a Garrite of Jooba Minor, started probing its way around her waist and slightly down her jeans. "Hey whoa...you're not wearin' no underpanties!!" he announced(as stated...men of any species just love pointing out the obvious). Alien looked at him in surprise, "When's the last time you ever saw me do that anyway Jahk?". The others in the booth laughed in mockery of Jahk's forgetfulness of just who they were sitting with. This was the same AlienSexFiend who swam naked half a mile upstream within the crystalized living caves of Meji-8 just to find a condom so she could swim back and have sex with a Jegganite, the same AlienSexFiend who is only one of 3 earth women to ever manage to bring one of the many-tentacled Nanakh-beasts to climax from all of its 22 penetrative sex organs after 5 hours of unending intercourse(and also the only one of those three who survived, since she left it in such a state of bliss it fell unconcious instead of eating her brain, something their known for). And here Jahk sat finding it surprising that she doesnt wear underwear. "Hell I'm amazed you find time to even put on pants at all girl!" bellowed Mohk-Char...brother of Jahk. Giggling, Alien guzzled her drink and surveyed the club from the booth. Not paying attention, Alien kept right on sipping from the chalice, which meant she'd clearly forgotten just what these drinks were capable of. By earth standards, the level of the alchohol-equivalent chemical in a Headbanger is almost totally unbearable by most Earth people, including Alien to some extent if she gets enough of it. Of course, in the case of the Alien Sex Fiend...the results are a tad different, meaning that they make her a great deal more susceptable to...suggestions.

Alien looked around, and frowned as the club began to twist and warp out of shape. She would see odd creatures writhing around on the walls, then vanish without a trace. Just as Alien saw the floating head of Jimmy Swaggart cuss her out for hanging out in such a seedy "un-American" environment, she finally concluded that she'd had enough to drink. The headbanger she'd drank more than half of was hitting her with a vengance, and in turn Alien started laughing herself into hysterics about...nothing. Seeing this, Alien's friends in the booth began laughing and watching her antics. Jahk, already drunk off several headbangers, could barely hold a semi-solid state and struggled hard to keep from turning into a huge cloud and causing an acid rainstorm inside the bar. Don-E was in even worse shape, as a cyborg with the telekenetic power to cause sub-atomic explosions, his outbursts of laughter risked killing almost every living thing within the bar's section of the cave. These and other horrific outcomes were all possible and knowing that made the nothing that Alien and her friends were laughing at practically hilarious. Alien looked up from the floor she'd fallen on with tears of laughter in her eyes to see even Jimmy Swaggart's disembodied cranium getting a good chuckle out of the moment. Needing a breather, Alien pulled her jacket off and climbed back into the booth. Since she couldn't stop laughing, she decided to just let herself roll with the moment and act a complete fool. Alien crawled onto the anti-gravity Kareoke stage with a cramp in her side, but still in hysterics, and broke into a song in Japanese. Watching the spectacle, the other patrons began clapping and cheering as Alien sang about something they didn't understand in a language none of them could comprehend. A table full of barflies piss-drunk off of headbangers began joining in the convulsive laughter.