The firing range was a simple affair for such a decorated ship. An officer stood in a caged area, handing off recquisitioned ammo from the ammo dump and not fat off were shooting stalls,  various people drilling with las,  bolt and even plasma weapons. There were of course targeting servitors and even some metal targets getting reduced to Slag, most of the metal scrap anyway. Reports filled the room and shells hit the floors regularly.<br/>__________________________<br/><br/>Ana would wait for Reyhan,  simply sitting in the chair and letting her fingers slide below her skirts sneakily,  teasing her feminine lips while she waited for the officer. Her head reclined back and she closed her eyes, letting out a low,  approving murmur and soon forgot where she even was,  lost on probing her wet folds with her dextrous fingers,  lingering on the fact that it was right next to someone,  the adrenaline was what she was after,  and the letting her lust build.<br/><br/>(( shitty posts. Jist not feeling well.sorry. )<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>