<br/><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/7925b4f8b8ad27c57c7c05db6f7187fd.jpg)</div><br/><em>Pierce smirked softly at the T-Trooper's recoil.  It was pretty darn frequent for them to forget how dangerous she actually was... she was trained to be able to hold her own against Lt. Commanders and hordes of enemies, a T-Trooper was about as dangerous to her as a mosquito, but it took continual prods to keep them respectful of the danger her body possessed, rather than just the fulfillment of lust it promised.<br/><br/>She sighed softly as the bar between her legs vanished and gingerly brought her legs back in together, reaching down to massage her hips and upper thighs which had been forced to be splayed so awkwardly apart.  Glancing around to her honor guard, she licked her lips.</em>"So... if I were to try and run... would you all actually hurt me or would you just plop me up, throw me over a shoulder, and carry me squirming to the rendezvous?  Because that second one sounds kind of fun..."<br/><br/><em>She chuckled, softly to herself.  There was no real risk of her trying to escape... the insectoid menace would instantly kill her or turn her into a brood mare if they were to get her and, for all the disrespect and rough treatment the testosterone-laden troopers assailed her with on a regular basis, she was still valued here.  Still, she liked to give the troopers a hard time... liked to get back at them in little ways.  She knew they couldn't seriously hurt her... only an LT could authorize actual punishment, but some methods of restraint were better than others...</em><br/><br/>"Already dickbirds... lets get moving I guess... Yes yes, I feel you prodding back there.  No, I don't get off on having a gun rubbed between my- OW!  Watch the sight!"