(This RP is open to anyone and everyone so long as their character fits in a science fiction setting. Things like psionics and biotics are good, but no outright fantasy style magic etc. The setting is a bar on a frontier space station, think Quark's bar from Deep Space Nine if you're familiar with that. Of course that's just where I'm starting things off, the RP isn't necessarily limited to just the bar if you want to bring your character somewhere else. There's no real plot here, I just thought it'd be fun to see where things go as people come in and interact and maybe meet some people on the site int he process. If we somehow end up getting an overflow of players I may close it later, but for now it's all open.)<br/><br/>The young agent let out a sigh of relief as she stepped from her ship onto the old space station. Another mission complete. Another chance to kick back for a while, before her next assignment. The station, on the edge of human controlled space, had a long and boring technical designation, but those who frequented it had a nickname. Galaxy's Edge, or even just Edge for short.  While technically under the jurisdiction of the Human Federation of Planets, the station was too far from any central authority to truly be ruled by it. Instead, the appointed Magistrate had a tenuous 'understanding' with factions taking up residence on the station. Don't stray too far out of line, and lesser offenses could be overlooked in order to keep the peace, and avoid a gang war or other conflict that would result in the Federation sending in armed forces for a crack down.<br/><br/>Yuriko had debated whether or not to change into something more casual, but for now opted to stay in her uniform. The station could, at times, be dangerous for young women traveling alone, and while she was perfectly capable of dealing with any lowlife thugs trying to accost her, just the same she'd rather avoid the hassle. Besides, she'd grown rather accustomed to the tight, latex like weave of nano machines she and her fellow agents were assigned. The light blue material covered most of her body, from her large, soft breasts, flat belly, and thighs. The material was very form fitting, almost enough to see her nipples poking into the material if one looked closely. Her legs, sides, shoulders and a few other bits were covered in a more sturdy looking, violet material, with her arms covered in a mix of violet and black. All in all, the uniform allowed freedom of movement, and the nanoweave material was more durable and protective than one would think from glancing at it. Her form was clearly feminine, with little room to conceal anything in her form fitting suit, but due to some genetic augmentation that wasn't always the case once she got into the mood.<br/><br/>The agent herself had light violet hair, reaching just down to her shoulders, with blue eyes and pale skin. With her work behind her, Yurko started to relax. Taking on a confident, yet playful stride as she made her way to the bar, taking a seat at the counter. She wasn't quite a regular. Yuriko's work took her all over Federation space, so she didn't often have the time to visit between jobs, but she was fairly well known. If only because it wasn't common for agents like her to spend their downtime on backwater stations like this. But she liked it here. This far away from the watchful eyes of her superiors, Yuriko felt like she could truly cut loose and just be herself, with no regulations, surveillance or judgmental commanders. Curious to see where this particular night may take her, Yuriko glanced around the bar to see what other patrons might be around.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>