<strong>Name:</strong>21<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bridge<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/>Crewmembers inspecting the engines might have noticed several bright pink smiley faces drawn in glitter-glue all on the engines and their control panels. Several bunny stickers were strewn around the ship's center of mass as well. Some scorch marks on the ventilation duct covers. And the slight tang of cigarette smoke in places...<br/><br/>It's just 21 getting friendly with the ship.<br/><br/>The comms system crackled to life:<em>"Hey Boss. I suggest raiding a food transport for supplies next. Our chocolate stores are alarmingly low. I can't wait to get her out for a spin - the engines don't look too bad, and they sound friendly. Do we have a destination?"</em><br/><br/>Then it was time to flop onto the manual control station on the bridge. She frowned, sucked at the long-extinguished cigarette hanging from the corner of her mouth, and started noticing things wrong with it. Starting with the colour. And the interface. And the ergonomics. And it was a few degrees from being aligned correctly. And hey, the faux leather restraints that made the pilot seat look like a bondage chair were a nice touch as well.<br/><br/><em>"Are you going to do a roll call, Boss?"</em>