<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/tah9QHy.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zelindra<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fuzzy Boots Bridge<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, Slam, Any crew member with a comm unit<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Instead of greeting the new crew she knew her Captain was going to hire, Zelindra spent her time on the bridge.  The teal skinned Zelf, clad in a platinum bra that hefted her already impressive breasts, a synthsilk sarong about her waist, and a pair of thigh high, heeled, armored boots upon her legs, walked about the bridge.  Her heels clacked on the flooring as she shifted from chair to chair.  She ran her fingers over the consoles for each position, making checks and final preparations.  She was curious what sorts of people would show up to the ad they had placed, so it would be interesting to see the new crew.  Sighing softly, she shook her head, "Going to be interesting," she murmured into her comm unit, "Has anybody interesting shown up, Captain?"<br/><br/>Hopefully the Captain wasn't in such a foul mood that she just ended up beating some poor soul half to death.  As much as she enjoyed calming Slam down, it wouldn't do to put a damper on the new crew's mood.  Flicking a switch on the piloting console, she started to run through diagnostics and tests.  The engines looked good, life support good, power was steady.  All looked green, which was far better than the first attempt she'd made at getting this bucket up and running.  Weeks, if not months, of repairs were needed and finally, they were ready to gather the new crew and get away from this station.<br/><br/>The food at the station was just shy of being inedible and Zelindra was eager to get something with actual flavor into her stomach, perhaps a pasta dish from Italiniaro Station, but that would be quite the detour.  She'd have to mention it to the captain.  Nodding to herself, she crossed her arms beneath her breasts, hefting them lightly as she smiled, "Yes, going to be very, very interesting," she murmured softly.