Shakar kept walking the long hallways across the ship. It was quite an interesting sight. Shakar was no engineer, but she had spent her life conquering worlds, and seeing foreign technology. She knew how to recognize things that could be useful to her race, and this ship certainly was full of them. She didn't want to openly defy John or the ship's crew, but she would take every opportunity she had to gain a tactical edge if she could.<br/><br/>On the way to engineering, she passed another locked door that intrigued her. This one had an electronic lock, and a camera pointing right at the door. She passed it, then turned around and stared at the door for a moment. Going along the wall to the camera, she reached out and turned it. Hopefully, no one would happen to be watching at that moment. Heading to the door, she used the same tactic she had used before: Brute force.<br/><br/>Pulling forcefully, the door shook on its hinges before giving in, and allowing her inside. Shakar stepped in, and saw this fairly large room was filled with sensor and communication equipment. Shakar smiled and headed towards a terminal on one of the wall, but then a voice called out from the back of the room. "Hey! Who are you? Are you authorized to be in here?" Her first reflex was to reach for her blade, but she decided to restrain herself. She looked at the man who stood up from a chair at one of the terminals, and came towards her. This was no security guard. He was young, rather frail, and looked more like a technician.<br/><br/>Shakar walked completely inside and went in front of him. When he got a good look at her, he hesitated, obviously impressed by her strong, imposing figure. He even gave a quick look towards the door, thinking about running, but it was obvious that if she wanted to stop him he would never make it out of the door. He gulped and repeated his question. "Are.. are you allowed in here?" Shakar stepped closer, standing inches in front of the man, and gave him a large, fake smile. "Of course I am, dear." He hesitated again and pressed on. "Do you have an identity card?"<br/><br/>Seeing that he was not going to give up even with her impressive display, she decided to try a different tactic. "Listen, I'm a guest aboard this ship. I just want to look around. If you don't tell anyone about this, I can do something for you." He seemed confused. "For me?" Shakar nodded "Yes. I can thank you, in a very... personal way." To show him exactly what she meant, Shakar put her hand on his chest, and started to caress it over his uniform. She then slowly went down, towards his crotch, and kept caressing, until she reached it, and then she grabbed his cock through his pants.<br/><br/>The man looked at her with wide open eyes. He was obviously enjoying the touch, but also feeling very intimidated. As Shakar started to unzip his pants, he suddenly pulled back. "Uh look... Ma'am... I... I never saw you, you were never here. Please... I have to go." With that, he zipped back up and ran for the door. Shakar laughed, then pulled out her sensing device, then started to take some scans of the equipment.<br/><br/>