Captain of the Space Armada

All hail Space Emperor!

You are Mara Baelon and you are one of the elite. You have risen to the rank of captain in the Space Armada. This is your first assignment as captain. The Venomed Dagger is the first ship that is yours to command. You want to do something impressive for your first tour of the fringe systems and you have decided to bring law to Omicron-69. You are in transit to the infamous space station.

You have heard yourself described as a handsome woman. Stern, but youthful and dignified. Barely 30 when you earned your first command. You have a slim, muscular figure thanks to your regular exercises. You have small, firm breasts and your full lips always seem to be smiling, but not always in a friendly way. Your dark brows stand out against your pale skin and white-blue hair of a spacer. You keep your hair trimmed to regulation standards. Shoulder length, straight locks framing your face. Your breasts are small for your height, but the Space Armada uniform for women accentuates them.

You wear heavy boots, a belt and pistol, and a black nanoweave body suit beneath a black corset vest that hugs your breasts, cupping and lifting them on your chest, but does not cover them. On subordinates the breasts are covered with a red or blue swatch of fabric. Yours is silver denoting your command status. You move gracefully and wear the snug uniform so well you know the male crew members are entranced when you walk past.

Let them lust after you. Your only love is your ship. The Venomed Dagger is a light frigate, built fast enough to catch most smuggler ships, heavily armed to disable them, and equipped with a battalion of robotic stormtroopers to board the enemy vessels. Out here in the lawless fringe, the Venomed Dagger must be prepared to fight off Dredd remnants and bring order without reinforcements.

Your first officer is Lieutenant Sneet. He is scheming, sinister, and always whispering some evil plan in your ear. He is exactly the sort of Space Fascist you want by your side, but beware the knife he may bury in your back.

Battle Commander Tyson is the thick-necked stormtrooper leader. The much-feared robots obey his orders in battle. He is a veteran with dark skin and a grizzled appearance and battle scars on his arms and face. You do not know him well, but trust his wisdom on the battlefield.

Helix-8 is your android medical officer. She is gorgeous and state of the art and equipped for all sorts of things. Blonde hair, permanently tanned skin, full lips, and breasts that always seem on the verge of bursting from her tight nurse's uniform. Odd that an artificial would be designed with such a shapely figure.

Your Drives Officer is Oowara. She is a Vixian, one of the few alien species to pledge their allegiance to the Space Emperor rather than resist and be subjugated. You have been indoctrinated to believe humans are the master race, but Oowara's blue skin is strangely beautiful, her body lithe, but her big black eyes give you the creeps. She can probably read your mind.

There are many other crew members who you do not know by name. Dozens of ensigns and hundreds of enlisted crew, ready to serve your every whim and obey your command.

The journey has been long. There has been much time to kill during the deep space voyage. Your two favorite ways to the pass the time are physical training in the practice room and studying xenobiology in the medlab with the assistance of your Helix-8 android.