<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zvP7tJU.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kassandra Ives<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Aboard the<em>Parallax</em>.<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Having just abducted<em>the</em>dude.<br/><hr/><br/>Kass, impervious to Ashur’s rebuke, shrugged lightly.<br/><br/><strong>“Untwist your panties, the extraction was clean.”</strong>she said blithely.<br/><br/>The bridge, which had been a bustle of excitement moments before, had gone quiet. The crew that couldn’t make themselves scarce, made themselves busy and the emerging coherence of their captive passed without further remark.<br/><br/>Adams turned a questioning glance to Kass, who responded by landing a sharp, derogatory slap to Dannilov’s right ass cheek.<br/><br/><strong>“Alright Indira, tag him.” </strong>With a soft click Indira locked a small gas canister onto what appeared to be a Jet injector.<strong>“Adams, bring him down.”</strong><br/><br/>Kass motioned to a low back command chair and Adams quickly shifted their captive down from his shoulder. Like a well-oiled machine, the iniquitous woman helped guide his descent and planted her forearm on Dannilov's back, a firm grip on the back of his neck keeping him pinned over the back of the chair until Adams could readjust his hold. Which he did without delay.<br/><br/>As if the poor man hadn’t suffered enough indignity, Indira swiftly and decisively pulled his pants down, exposing all.<br/><br/>Kass whistled low and didn’t bother subduing a deviant grin.<br/><br/><strong>“Damn.”</strong><br/><br/>If Starfinder had America, it would have been America’s ass.<br/><br/>Indira, recognizing that Dannilov was rapidly regaining his faculties, worked quickly. The startling sensation of a cold sterilizing pad, then even colder metal shortly preceded the sound of the trigger clicking and the gas canister discharging. A sharp pinch at the base of his spine, then a dull ache followed before the grip on him loosened and Adams considerately helped him into the seat.<br/><br/>For the first time Dannilov was allowed to get his bearing and observe the crew, most of which weren’t paying him any mind.<br/>Ashur stood central to the scene, a pillar of righteous indignation. Kass leaned cavalierly against the arm of a nearby chair, her arms crossed and grinning like the cat that ate the canary.<br/><br/><strong>“Good morning, Sunshine.”</strong><br/>