Neymi looked at the screen of her tablet, reading Darion's message and composing a reply while she started working on fixing up a drone's programming so she could use them as her little suicide bombers. It should be a quick patch job, put ina  friendly fire trigger that would stop the grenade from going if an ally was within a certain radius, only let them attack on command, and set their range to melee. Not something you had to be a leet hacker for to cook up. 'I can't push a leash around the ship' came her sarcastic reply to Darion's message. 'I don't a big enough collar.'<br/><br/>Busy as she was, the hybrid hadn't been focused on keeping her mental walls up, which meant that the eroticly-charged thought of Darion and Kes snuck right into her mind. Distracted by the image of herself making out with Kes in her head, she could only manage a flustered grumble. Oh gods was this Kes's or someone else's imagination? The idea wasn't unappealing but dear lords that's just not physically possible, is it? Would Kes let her find out?<span style="color: blue">"I'll ztow it until after the mission, zure. Fine by me. I'll ztow zomething big in her alright"</span>Neymi hid her face behind the tablet. Trying to shake off that persistent mental image. That cat was so going to pay for this.<br/><br/>As they started to disperse, Neymi quickly got up and strode out of the meeting area a little too fast, trying to appear indignant. Her armor felt like it clung too tightly to her. Squeezing her breasts and rubbing against her groin. Silently cursing her libido, Neymi tried to get out of hearing range of the meeting hall before slumping against the wall, pulling down her armor enough to expose the thin underclothes that failed to properly hide the expanse of her chest. She stopped only to quickly glance around for anyone, not wishing to be caught vulnerable like this before slipping a hand in her suit, between her legs. Letting out a quiet mewl as her fingers pushed the silk of her panties out of her way to sink inside her snatch. Her tail swishing behind her as she quietly fingered herself, working to release the arousal the unwanted image had caused.<br/><br/>The entire thing meant ofcourse, that she was last to pick up the extra grenades from the cargo bay, and last to arrive at the right airlock. Neymi hid any signs of the lewd activity that had delayed her carefully, trying to look stern and aloof, even though now that she had her head gear on they couldn't see her expression. She had even gone so far as to put her longcoat on. She still wasn't carrying any weapons with her, though she did pack a backpack full of equipment. Aside from the two drones constantly keeping her company, she had smaller ones hooked on her belt, currently inactive.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>