<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/NlHxWgK.jpg)</div>"Yes... Well..." Ellie actually seemed embarrassed for a synthetic, or at least faked the motions of embarrassment, "It is part of my normal maintenance, but the Captain has been inordinately predisposed with Ensign Song. I am not sure if I should be impressed or disgusted at the amount of DNA they are exchanging between each other." Ellie breaks eye contact and shoos away a floating mote of dust, "Its not like I don't see them on the cameras, its like they purposefully choose those spots!" Ellie turned and walked into the computer room where her harness station was, removing the last of her spandex suit. She began attaching the data and nutrient cables into the ports arranged along her spine. Red fluid began to move through the vacuumed tubes as they filled the slender plastic tubes, the blue LEDs lit up signifying a proper connection between Ellie's consciousness and the rows of computer banks along the back wall. At the end of the harness, curled up a hook, that was phallic in form, "I hate this," she muttered, as the hook self inserted itself between her butt cheeks, securely locking Ellie in place. Then she turned to Kristina as she looked over the console,<br/><br/>"I have set it up for you so that all you need to do press the Enter key when the console prompts you to do so. You can understand my ire that I cannot simple reach over and do it myself." As the disks spooled up to begin their instructions, Ellie tried to relax but looked apprehensive, "I'm placing a lot of trust in you, Kristina. I know you fly the ship well and you haven't done anything untrustworthy, but this is... me." With that said the diagnostic began, Kristina would see Ellie's body tense up, with her legs spasming in little kicks against the floor. The harness that Ellie was attached to kept her from simply collapsing on the floor. Ellie's eyes began to roll up with eyelids half closed. It was only moments, but nothing Ellie did seemed to be in pain or discomfort. Before Ellie went unconscious, her lips curled in a euphoric smile as if she was enjoying the data connection. Everyone was getting release on this ship but Kristina. The maintenance routine wasn't as scary as Kristina had thought it would be. True to Ellie's words, the instructions were exhaustive and explained everything in lurid detail about each step of the procedure... and all Kristina had to do was press the Enter key when it was prompted. With a paper and a pen, Kristina would record the numbers that where shown so that Ellie could look over them when she came back from her delightful electric dreams.<br/><br/>The minutes dragged on, writing down data as Ellie cooed and murmured in her slumber. Suddenly, the computer faulted to an error code before crashing and the monitor died. A cascade of error lights went down the computer banks before they blinked into oblivion. The hiss from the steam pipes gurgled and went silent, the ever present hum of the engine core became quiet. Soon all the lights onboard dimmed and went dark as well. The ship was careening through space, with minimal fuel and had lost all power.<br/><br/>"Kristina?" It sounded like Jane, calling up the ladder, "What happened? Everything is dark."<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The ship is in very dire straits. The power is offline, the computers said there was an error code before shutting down, and the lights are off as well.<br/>Jane is calling up to Kristina from the midship.<br/><br/>What does Kristina do?</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>