<strong>Name:</strong>Slam<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>All<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Galley - Quarters - Bridge<br/><br/>Slam shook her head in response to Teals question "No, all of the passengers know at some time during the cruise they are going to be boarded by actual pirates. They dont know where or when. They've paid for it. However, that being said, if you need to knock one around, or act strictly in self defense, then do it. But, remember, these are rich morons with more money than cells or sense, so.." She shrugged "I've done a couple of these, the crew get danger pay, the passengers get an exciting experience and we get richer. It's a win/win....win situation".<br/><br/>She smiled, revealing the orx's perfect, if slightly sharpened teeth. "Now, if that's all. we will convene on the bridge in an hour, 21, I need you there earlier to activate the jump. So, Dismissed" she said, falling back into the militaristic mindset for a moment. She turned, going to the coffee machine and making herself a cup so thick and black it could have been mistaken for engine lubricant she walked out of the Galley, heading down the familiar corridors to her quarters. She ran her fingers along the metallic bulkheads as she went, connecting with the ship. As she got to her quarters, the doors opened and she walked in.<br/><br/>The most rich and opulent on the ship, there was a very large (<em>some might say orgy sized</em>) bed in the center of the room. One wall was taken up with an entertainment system, and another looked out onto the vastness of space. All over the walls, in every available space there were children's drawings, and pictures of children and women, usually with Slam herself. She sat herself at the terminal and began to answer the messages she'd been sent. Most of them were from her children (<em>No, they couldn't have an advance. No, they couldn't serve on her ship. No, she wasn't going to give them a reference. No, they weren't going to Wonderworld anytime soon. No, they couldn't have a Pimoris Sharkaphant for a pet</em>).<br/><br/>There were a few from interested prospects for crew, a couple who would be on the ship they were meeting. She wiggled her toes in the thick carpet of her quarters as she relaxed.<br/><br/>Not that she had long.<br/><br/>Standing up, she got changed into her best captains attire. A dark mottled leather waistcoat with diamond and gold buttons, very tight leather pants, and knee length boots with six inch silver spiked heels. (<em>how the hell was she really supposed to run in this? Some peoples expectations were simply insane</em>). She topped it all off with a holster for her alien energy pistol, and the (<em>mostly useless</em>) laser edged cutlass she slid into a sheath on her right thigh. She needed a functional weapon, so hid a laser knife in the top of her boot before adding the armless frock coat and the authentic tri-corned captains hat.<br/><br/>Walking out, she headed down to the bridge and taking a seat in the captains chair, preparing for the jump.