"But you--!" Feyora huffed, but shuffled along. At least she didn't really have too-significant of breasts to show off.<br/><br/>She hustled into the hangar alongside Lanthin, however, and started to check things out. Yeesh, no wonder they needed a mechanic -- these nav systems were archaic at best. Most modern kits had flightplans and the ability to set a course, but this one... this was some kind of Frankenstein's monster. She quickly set to work, getting on her knees and bending over to reach underneath the control panel, accidentally showing off her slim, but pliable, pantied ass.<br/><br/>"This is going to be tricky, sir," she clucked, rerouting a few wires to a sequence she better understood before rising back to her feet and trying to set a course for a planet. "Most of the uninhabiteds are protected by asteroid belts... only one we can safely fly to is...."<br/><br/>Feyora gulped hard. "Um, Annex Prime."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>