<strong>Name:</strong>21<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bridge<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><br/>The pilot gave a grunt of assent and looked intently at her console. One might have expected her to be focusing on piloting... But her screen displayed Solitaire and Minesweeper in parallel, and that most of her input was directed at playing those two games, and not flying the ship. Dock speed was ridiculously slow at any rate, and she had loads of time to react to traffic as she was setting a new speed record on Hard mode. The Solitaire program proved as unhelpful as ever, the Random Number Gods thoroughly screwing over every attempt. Even having erotic images in the decks didn't seem to satiate the Gods. Yes, not even images of herself in various stages of undress helped... a cruel Universe it was.<br/><br/>21 sighed as another Solitaire hand flashed by on the screen, where she couldn't make a single move. Outside, the Fuzzy Boots threaded through the ordered chaos of ships with unrivaled ease.<br/><br/><em>"Seven minutes, twenty seconds until we're out of the dock zone, Cap'n. Are we expecting a tail, or trouble?"</em>