<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v131/okamiyokai/catgirl.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Chris Evans<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Cryo Champer<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Emma, Stinger<br/><hr/><br/>Chris dreamed of darkness. Nothing but darkness. She was floating in an endless abyss. She couldn't see anything. Couldn't hear anything. Couldn't feel anything. It was just blackness all around. Was this how it was supposed to be in suspended animation? Just nothingness? Or did Chris just have nothing to dream about? No hopes, no aspirations. No dreams.<br/><br/>Chris felt herself stirring. Awakening. It felt like light and warmth. Chris imagined it was like being born. of course, she had no clue what that felt like. Her first memory was opening her eyes in a tube, floating in a liquid while attached to numerous wires. That was the way she was born. Now Chris opened her ees to a ship. Her pupils contracted against the sudden light, turning into thin sits. The girl blinked against the light, remembering the moments just before this. She had been shipped off to a squad of new prototype fighters. She was to be a lead pilot. Her heart skipped a beat. Was it elation at the thought of being chosen for this honor? Joy perhaps?<br/><br/>Chris blinked again, hearing a mewling from beyond her feet. It must have been on of her fellow pilots waking up. Chris stayed laying down for a moment longer, enjoying the relaxing feel of a long nap. However, the mewing turned into moaning. The intoxicating scent of arousal filled the air. Her brow furrowed in confusion. Did this other pilot dream? Was it an arousing dream? Was Chris really that different? She sat up in time to see another feline stand to attention in front of an officer while quivering. The overwhelming scent came from the girl for the most part, Chris couldn't deny the hint from the officer. She also couldn't deny the slight affect it had on her. Now that her eyes were adjusted, her pupils dilated, her mouth suddenly dry, forcing her to lick her lips.<br/><br/>Regardless, Chris stood up and quickly saluted the officer. She was clearly strong and resolute, not nearly as affected as the other girl. While the other girl wore clothing and her skin was smooth, Chris wore nothing but her soft fur. For a moment, the woman wondered what it was like to have smooth skin, but the thought passed. She wasn't affected by her nudity, despite her hardened nipples poking through her fur. Nudity was never an issue for her and her tube-mates. She grew up accustomed to clothing and nudity both.