<strong>Name:</strong>21<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Galley<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><br/>21 hated leaving the ship on autopilot, despite the fact that it was safe, predictable and immune to distractions. Or perhaps those were the exact reasons? Oh well. She toys with the idea of adding a nice big artificial cock to her seat for the boring part of the trip... Then recalls the emptiness of her Plunder account. Damn.<br/><br/>The captain's briefing was short and sweet. The rest of the crew were cute. The disciplinarian seemed to have a huge dick. A good ship to be on, 21 felt.<br/><br/><em>"Boss, this sounds too good to be true. But I'm not complaining in the least. I have a stun setting on my handgun - but I might need a stunrod for our clientele." </em>21 was nestled on one of the galley tables, playing with her handgun, sliding a net-round in and out of the cylinder.<em>"Are we clear to dock with the fat pig of a freighter, or do we have to fight out way in? And.. we get to keep what we rob, right? Is there something off limits there?"</em>