<a class="link link--external" href="https://data.whicdn.com/images/257348888/original.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Jaxx </a>listened to the young lieutenant give his presentation of sorts, as he struggled to be heard over the increasing sound of the shuttle's engines.  She was already snuggly strapped into her own seat, gingerly holding the finely carved wood cane, a souvenir from her last shuttle trip that ended a bit abruptly.  She still had a pronounced limp, thus the cane, though her doctor assured her that she would be nearly as good as new after six months in stasis.  It was hardly the reason she took this assignment, but it was a perk of sorts, if you could call it that.  Supposedly months in stasis weren't supposed to count against your lifespan, so it wasn't supposed to be wasted, but she had her doubts.  Now in her thirties, she felt like an old lady in space as there were few older than her, at least that she ran into and those usually had comfy jobs on the larger stations.  She simply raised her cane when he mentioned her name and barely looked at the young recruits who had joined them.  They weren't really her concern, unless of course they interested her in some profoundly unprofessional way.<br/><br/>As the LT finished his talk and strapped into his seat, she put a friendly arm around him and pulled him towards her as much as she leaned into him.  Her modest yet firm breast pressed noticeably into his shoulder as her lips nearly kissed his ear so he would feel the warmth of her breath as she spoke just loud enough to be heard by him alone.  "The next time this shuttle leaves the deck, your ass better be strapped into that seat.  Or your balls are going to meet my bird."  She held the handle of her cane up so he could see it, showing the beaked head of a rather regal looking eagle.  She released him and smiled as if they were the best of friends, no one else would suspect she had just threatened his family jewels.  Of course she hadn't always been as cautious as she was now, my what 10 years and a shuttle crash will do to you.  But she could still see in her mind's eyes how anything that wasn't fully secured, mostly people, could become projectiles when subjected to the cold cruel physics of space travel.  She could still see two heads meeting and crushing like melons in the impact.<br/><br/>Having made her point she looked to her left, her personal assistant android was of course well secured.  She had been pleased to obtain the female variant, though the efficiency was the same, this one had some aesthetic qualities that Jaxx appreciated.  Her own personal dress and even attitude was rather masculine at times, though she wasn't afraid to use the sex card when it suited her purposes.  Space was a male dominated environment, and Jaxx enjoyed the extra attention such a sexy device brought her way, that and she was about the best sex toy Jaxx ever owned.  Though technically, the drone was the property of Divinity, a fact Jaxx had to keep reminding herself of at critical moments.  She glanced around eventually at the rest of the human cargo, looking down at her data pad to begin putting faces with names, and service records.  There weren't going to be too many secrets this group would be able to keep from her, and that was the way she liked it.