Captain Valery Crom sat at the helm, watching the lieutenant pilot  through the hazardous field of meteors. She rested her big head in the palm of her hands, an expression of boredom playing as she chewed a piece of deandra-root from her homeworld. Around the Alliance it was classified as a strong drug and potential poison. To the troll-like creatures that inhabited the world it was about as strong a drug as a cigarette. Plus it made her breath smell like minty chili. She leaned back in the almost throne that was her seat. The original helm had to be ripped out and replaced, it had for some reason not fit the 12 feet tall captain. She cracked her knuckles to the chagrin of the rest of the crew members on the bridge and started sharpening her claws on the arms of the chair.<br/><br/>As Ja'tarri had traversed the dangerous parts and flipped the auto-pilot Valery gave a sigh. Did pirates never hide in meteor fields anymore? As the Lieutenant started to leave she barked.<br/><br/>"Saar! Well done."<br/><br/>It was about as much communication one got out of the Warlady of Shoumgii. Tall, muscular and embodying the brutal ferocity of the space-trolls, it was just about as much communication as most wanted to have. As Ja'tarri left the was a blinking light by the hex-screen and a technician looked back at her.<br/><br/>"Communication coming through, Ma'am..."<br/><br/>"What the hell are you waiting for? Put it on screen!"