The harness tightened with a click, already secure, but still Eris played with the straps, trying to get herself a couple extra inches and less woven polyester digging into her her bust. Sure, being strapped down might be fun in any other situation, but not when she was preparing to take off between major space ships in a craft little thicker than a tin can. Military life just didn't sit well with Eris. Of course, signing up at all hadn't really her idea to begin with, but a deal with the devil in order to avoid jail time.<br/><br/>She'd been "acquired" by Forge at a discount, and worse, she wasn't even seeing that profit. All gone to pay off her fines and debt to society and her expensive lawyers. She had developed expensive tastes in her days as Scorpio, and she'd since had to acclimate herself with a more confined lifestyle. A more demanding lifestyle, with strict schedules and expectations. None of her handlers could understand why she stay up until all hours, or that programming and decryption just came along easier after midnight.<br/><br/>On the other hand, Cynosure was an intriguing mission, even if she were conscripted into completing it. A wealth of technology, of knowledge, contained with space station. And, maybe, a way out of her servitude under Forge. Really, who knew what data lay waiting within Cynosure, and who knew what Divinity would do to keep that data private? Maybe purchase the contract of a computer security specialist under probation with better accommodations and pay? Eris smirked to herself as she imagined the possibilities, and didn't hide her amusement as she locked eyes with Divinity's representative, Miss Herd.<br/><br/>No doubt there was something awfully attractive about Divinity.