Jul-i on a mission

Juli-i paced around the small ship. She wore only her undergarments. Well, not traditional undergarments it was true. Two yellow metallic pads over her breasts, a yellow device strapped over her crotch and wrapping behind, and boots that covered her legs. Strange outfit? Yeah, Jul-i thought so too. It was all she was to wear under her bio-suit. The two pads over her breasts conveniently covering her nipple really served as heart rate and vitals monitors. The yellow bikini bottoms (actually more of a strapless thong) monitored hormone levels, and helped use the elaborate deep space toilet the interstellar task **** had created. The boots were simply so she wouldn't have to walk around barefoot.

The rest of the outfit was displayed on a pedestal in the center of the ship. Her state of the art bio-suit. Lightweight spacesuit, temperature resistant and full of every medical need. The heads of the interstellar program were so particular about weight load of the ship she wasn't allowed to bring anything else. No personal items. No clothes. No robe. Not even underwear! No, she just had to get used to spending her downtime in yellow metal pasties! Luckily she was alone, but it still felt strange!

"Computer, how long until we arrive at Castervin 3?" Jul-i asked.

"We are approaching in 2 minutes." The ship AI responded.

"Oh! I'd better get ready!" Jul-i ran and grabbed the bio-suit. She slid it overhead. As soon as it was around her body is sealed tight, encasing her form. She ran and jumped into the pilot seat. It was a bit unnecessary. The AI would do everything. Still, she wanted to buckle up!