Idun Sigridsdottir, veteran Viking Raider

You strike a bit of a pose, considering what you see in the mirror. You're taller than average, but only by a couple inches; you're in decent shape, but nothing special by Raider standards; no, where you stand out is that you have, as one fellow Viking put it, "curves like a fucking fertility goddess!" You smirk slightly as you think of the reactions you tend to get; more than one person has literally walked into a wall because they were too busy staring at you. Still, for all that there have been a lot of people who wanted to capture you, you've been fairly successful, as evidenced by the cock hanging between your thick thighs, well over eight inches long.

Sure, your record isn't perfect, and you have a few daughters out there in different places (plus of course several that you sired back home on Asgard), but you've done well enough that you've managed to put together enough money and prestige to form a raid of your own. It's not the biggest, only a dozen of you thus far, but every one is a veteran. Besides, the advantage of being a Raider is that you can pick your targets, and right now you've got a pretty good one -- an ESF cargo station, currently only manned by a couple squads of rookies if your information is right.

Pulling on your gear, you head out to the briefing room (or what passes for a conference room, given how small your ship is). Most of your crew isn't there yet, but the two that have arrived already are a study in contrasts -- Gudrun towers over you at nearly two meters, blonde hair trimmed short over her electric blue eyes, while the enthusiastically gesturing Anna barely comes up to your shoulder, her crimson hair reaching midway down her back as her green eyes practically sparkle. As you get closer, you hear her saying, "-- just like my sire did!" Although you didn't catch the rest of her sentence, you're pretty sure you can guess, given that her mother was an ESF soldier captured by her sire on a raid much like this one.

You consider going over and joining the conversation, but a moment later the door enters and you decide to focus on work -- fun can come later.