<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/bd/6d/48/bd6d489c542c479491006f30bb1efb60.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kiyanee<br/><strong>Location:</strong>To the Bridge<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Mya, open<br/><br/><br/>Walking a polite three paces behind the pilot, Kiyanee took a tiny gelcap from a pocket in her work coveralls, placed it under her tongue. Her crewmates knew about the substance, of course- it was part of contracting a rigger- but there was nothing to be gained by rubbing her new family's nose in the fact that the source of a great part of her pride was also a source of shame. It would take several minutes for the NeurStar to fully take effect, but almost immediately, she felt her skin begin to tingle, and spent several moments admiring the slowed orbits of Mya's rear globes. The woman ahead of her looked as if she were swimming sensually through liquid mercury as Keys' subjective time began to speed up to match that of the machines she would soon be working with.<br/><br/><em>"Tenminutesisfine,plentyoftime...,"</em>she blurted, a burst of wordsound barely more than random noise.  Swallowing in a rapidly-drying mouth, she reminded herself for the ten thousandth time of the split-focus exercises required to remain comprehensible to humans while Melded. Deliberately, she sounded out her words phoneme by phoneme, began counting an expansion series between each one.<br/><br/>"I am passively tracking their signatures," she whispered (needless to do so, but it was habit- not all Melds were done in friendly areas), as she sat at ehr console and jacked hair-thin datafibers into her glove. As her mind came up to speed, she 'saw' as the<strong> Dame</strong>saw; also heard, felt, smelled and 'tasted' space around them.  While she couldn't interpret the sensations the way the far more specialized computers of the ship could, it was still a heady experience: her breath came shorter, small nipples perked hard against the thin cloth of her coverall, and she squirmed in her chair, grinding her thighs together.  Then she forced the distractions of the merely physical away, and went to work, setting up her worm and synching her sequences to the known ones of the ship class they were preparing to assault.<br/><br/>"I will be using a routine inquiry spike from the most proximate navsat as my entry point," she explained, still in a whisper. "Lag and propagation time should absorb about eight seconds. Ice and chisel will require another five. Please, I will require a plus fifteen to your go for insertion and error handling."<br/><br/>One hand moved over her glove; the rest of her was elsewhere, totally unaware of the rigid, manic grin on her face, or how soaked with sweat she was getting- an odd picture of combined perfect focus and raw sex.