Ever sat in her chair, checking every so often on the machine before.<em>Driving this thing is harder than those puny flight training ships,</em>she thought. She leaned back in her chair, listening to the goings on around the ship. The area she was held in had a viewing monitor that changed positions within the ship every few seconds. It was a safety precaution, so that, if anyone ever tried to take over the ship, she would be warned if they got anywhere near her.<br/><br/>She wasn't a fighter, warrior, or anything physical. Only her extremely nice skills in flying got her through to her current position. She sighed, pulling down the tiny skirt over her thighs. She smiled, also seeing her tiny bike shorts, worn underneath. Not strictly code, but there was nothing against it. She checked the systems a final time before spinning around in her chair, going to grab a drink.