Still flush with the after effects of pleasure Nanami, sighed in relaxation as she slipped walked from the showers, her body in its armored half-breed state. Unlike the last time she'd pleasured herself, she'd made sure to scrub and scrub well and ran the shower a good long time to ensure that the place did not reek of her sexual musk. The last thing she needed to do was give Ranma any more ideas than he already had. If she didn't deodorize herself, he'd be on her like white on rice and she honestly wasn't sure if she'd be able to resist. He was a macho idiot, but he was a sexy macho idiot with good genes.
Walking down the steps, making sure not to damage anything, she headed to her personal space on this ship, the one location that she could be herself physically and mentally without fear of interruption or breaking anything: the Med-Bay. Not only could she lock the doors from the inside, and pull the shutters down making it completely private, but the environment was also completely unlike that of the lounge or the other crew areas. Gone was the fragile wood and leather, and instead there was only durable metal and plastics, with a minimum of padding. Even the bed and the seats were safe being covered in a kevlar like plastic that was almost impossible to cut.
It was so nice not having to mind the upholstery.
Adjusting the climate controls to a more comfort level, she dimmed the lights and found herself enjoying a level of warmth and humidity that would have been somewhat oppressive if she still was human. If she'd spent time to consider it, she'd have been horrified to realize that she had set the room to conditions not too far removed from those of a Xenomorph hive.
Not realizing that fact, she instead savored the feeling of the warm, humidified air blowing across her already moist skin and carapace. Still able to see clearly in the dimly lit room, Nanami sat at once of the benches and slid over to her personal computer console. Yesterday when she'd visited the up-link station, she'd arranged for a connection to the local network so she could remotely send and receive without having to leave the privacy and comfort of her own lab.
Kicking back she opened up the connection menu and cracked her knuckles, the sound of popping bone and chitin serving to make a loud, impressive sound. First, she'd have to connect to the network, but after she was done feeding the proper information into it and the uplink was up, everything would be good as gold.
With a smile she opened the proper menu and blinked. There was the wireless signal for the local array, identified as CetiStation1, which was the remote linkup to the local station, but there was also a connection called LocalOne.
“Wait a second,” she muttered, “We have two connections?”
Clicking on the second option her face twisted into a joyful smile, her razor sharp fangs glinting white with reflected light from the screen. Local indeed, the second connection was a hard network connection. That meant it they had their own on board FTL communications array.
“Sweet,” she said with a chuckle. “I wonder what other toys Carthy's left us?”
Giggling like a demonic school girl, she logged onto the Local connection and almost gave a whoop as she saw the connection status. She wasn't a computer nerd, that was Makoto's thing, but she knew what she was looking at when she saw it. This was a full access connection! It looked like Carthy had managed to get his hands on a back door into both Umbrella and Weyland-Yutani's own corporate databases!
Recalling one of Makoto's old discussions on the subject, she recalled that such back doors were intentionally designed to allow corporate black operations to work completely undetected, even by their own people. Now, while she lacked the codes necessary to get into the high levels of the network, what she did have was unlimited Tier One security access. In other words, she had a infinite supply of entertainment and news sitting at her finger tips.
“Boo-ya!” she cried out as she did a little spin on her stool. “No more watching shitty reruns for me!”
After quickly putting some of her favorite shows and games on download, she switched over to the Ceti network to check any mail she might have received since the day before.
Seeing she got a reply she opened it and scowled. The old drunk as fucking with her. Well, that or he thought someone was fucking with him. Either way, she felt her annoyance level rising rather swiftly.
Clicking reply, she started her message.
“Okay, you old drunk, spit our that cigarette and listen. We both know my brother was a corporate stooge, not a researcher, and you know as well as I do that he went and got himself killed during the Polaris Infestation. Just like we both know that I used to call Eisenhardt 'Profressor Blowhardt'.”
“You can also tell Miz 'hello' for me, and mention that I still say it was her own damned fault. Now, if this doesn't convince you I'm me, maybe I should tell Miz about that time with the ducks. Please respond, and this will my my last message from this address. Found a more secure connection.”
Nanami grinned and hit send.
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