Mneta paced as she waited for her scouting assignment.  Like most Gn'hothi women she was about 4 feet tall, and thin.  She had originally trained for the spy corps, she got her martial arts training as well as her breast and lip enhancements (c-cups were huge for a Gn'hoth female) from that service.  She wore her contact uniform, white with black rank markings to try and show natives she had nothing to hide, standard boots and a tool/weapon belt.  She grabbed a few pages of commonly used phrases, since the universal translator would be useless.  She'd been trained in several languages, but who knows if the natives spoke them.  She tested her laser at the ships target range.  The slowness that had debilitated their technology affected the laser too, the beam that could normally cut through flesh, bone and thin sheet metal only gave a beam powerful enough to ignite paper and smolder wood.  Maybe the overload setting would release enough energy to be effective.  She brought a dagger and pocket baton just in case.  She was nervous, since the sanctions against her species she'd seen many friends executed and eaten.  She wasn't sure if her fear was enough to be diagnosed as PTSD, but she was certain that she'd developed a peril fetish.  When afraid, she wanted to fuck, to make a friend out of an enemy, but she knew that was a dangerous way to make friends.  Already she was wet and her puffy nipples swollen to the size of a pair of plums.  She retreated to her cabin and used her favorite, um, 'relaxation toy', to calm down before disembarking.  Afterward, relaxed, she dried off with a towel and reported for duty.