<div class="floatright"><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3d/Jet_varik_twilek_fringer_by_bluedisciple-d93mz7l.jpg)</div></div><strong>Miyaka Ran</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1HgD7tn6PZXR0fzG_Ckym2eAIJi0QBRgbBchJ9YkXCew/edit)<br/><br/>Miyaka Ran was idly playing a fighter pilot sim game on her wrist computer when the laser guidance system went out.  The teen blinked and paused her game, then pulled up a new screen, tied into the computer, and tapped into the ship's sensors.  “I can't find the guidance lasers,” she told Corona.<br/><br/>Working the sensors, Miraya tried to help them get back up out of the atmosphere.<br/><br/>The curvy teenage twi'lek moved over next to the snivian pilot and strapped into a big chair next to him.  With her youthful face, short skirt and half tunic, and perky demeanor, the young twi'lek would have looked entirely too childish in that chair if not for cleavage even the curviest fourteen year old couldn't match.<br/><br/>“Just take it easy, Tevlun.”  Purple fingers massaged the back of the snivian's neck.  “You can handle this, okay?”<br/><br/>When he started back down, the young twi'lek went back to helping with the sensors.  “Two lasers,” She murmured.  “Feels wrong for work in three dimensions...”