Yuriko's wrist began to flash, a small monitor on her suit displaying a flash. Something about a terrorist attack. Not her concern right now though. Examining space debris for clues wasn't in her job description. Yuriko was of a shock troop than investigator.  She was the hound set loose once a target had been identified. Her military training, genetic augmentation and psionic abilities making her a force to be reckoned with despite her soft and feminine appearance. Of course, if she were officially contacted by her superiors and given orders, she'd have to obey them. She'd no choice, even if she didn't realize how strong their hold over her really was. But for now... it didn't matter. She was simply on stand by for now. The Federation generally wasn't interested enough in these remote regions to interfere with the local groups. But every now and then, a criminal group would overstep their bounds, and the Federation had to send a sign that while they were willing to live and let live in the remote regions to a degree, they were always watching. And more than willing to play dirty themselves if one of the factions out here got too big for their britches. Yuriko wasn't sure if she'd end up getting orders based on this attack, it would all depend if it pissed off the right people back at earth. But if it did warrant a response from her superiors, she'd no doubt be the one they'd turn to since she was in the area already. If nothing else there was a chance she'd be assigned on standby in the area in order to react to any further incidents until things calmed down.<br/><br/><span style="color: #8000ff">"Well as tempting as it is to keep teasing and see just what I have coming my way...it may be better to keep things moving. I'd say there's a good 50/50 chance I'm going to be getting new orders soon. And once they come in, I'll have to leave right away. And I'm sure you wouldn't be keen on leaving things half done here..." </span><br/><br/>She loomed over her partner, allowing his hands to roam over her soft, creamy flesh. The girl was stronger than she looked, but she wasn't interested in trying to overpower or restrain him. The violet haired agent began grinding her folds against his erection, getting right to the point. They both knew what this was. This was no intimate night of passion between lovers. They were two strangers, here to sate their urges, knowing that the next time they met they could very well be enemies. Or at least Yuriko assumed her partner had enough experience to assume the same anyway. She started pressing her body down towards his, her lower lips gradually starting to moisten as she rubbed against his shaft, before finally positioning her folds over the head and pressing down. Slowly impaling herself down on his girth. While Yuriko was no virgin, he would find her pussy was still exceptionally tight. Another side effect of her genetic augmentation; any stretching her pussy or ass endured seemed to heal back after a few hours after sex.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>