Lieutenant Zirwinski is at it again! The last drone-supply shuttle included a collection of stylish 'stealth uniforms' for her to test.
(If you missed her first intro - she's a defective 'clone warrior' who wishes to be a movie-star, so got stationed alone out at edge of no where to allow the empire to detect enemy intrusion)
There's a couple of different styles and colors, but she especially likes this little black one. Imagine - being invisible to radar and stylish too! Now that's progress.
She's spent the afternoon executing the included 'test procedures', which means putting clothes on and taking them off while the included detector records how 'stealthy' each piece of clothing makes her as opposed to the lack of said clothing.
Of course, in truth her commanding officer is 'syndicating' select, saucy portions of her security feed as paid-subscription to lonely space truckers/miners.
This can't be very stealthy, but it is procedure 12-R2 ... something like "mimic Johora's snake dance wearing only the stealth panties set #3." ...
Well, Lieutenant Zirwinski was never very good at science, but she can follow instructions. She hopes HQ likes the test data she's collecting so maybe they let her come back 'home'.
Finally, all the testing is done with the final sets testing her stealthiness against the powerful deep-space comms array.
All of that work has made her ... receptive (aka: horny). Fortunately, she's discovered some cool things about the emitter nodes! Getting the deep-space comm nano-plasma to arc softly takes some clever coaxing and application of dipolliated-grease to strategic surfaces & sensitive parts of her body.
And it does start out a bit intense, until she can form a nice balance.
The final effect is heavenly - a thousand tongues of cool fire licking her in all the right places.
Course the repair manual for the deep-space transmitter says that shorting the nano-plasma between the two forward probes is not good ... but it doesn't define it as bad! So Zirwinski figures 'is not good' yet not 'is bad' equates to 'is okay'!
I just hope she remembered to put the automated distress system into stand-by. Would be rather shocking in the wrong places if the system powered to punch an urgent message the gazillion Kwardin-sectors which seperates this lonely female sentry from her command base!
Credits [P8 and GIMP][Aisling for A4][Posh Hair][MultiShape Dress by Jasmina][GMC jewelry by inception8][Military Outpost by RetroDevil][Rubble by StoneMason][Lisa B plants][LightDance by DesignFera][background by digimc]