Male Cadet ---> Agent Eli Markis

Your hair was cut short, yet the brown color of it made it seem more full against your tanned skin. Your high cheekbones framed your blue-gray eyes and thankfully, your pearly whites were still straight from the impact. Below your strong jaw, a thick neck held your head in place and a pair of dogtags dangled onto your wife-beater, muscled torso.

You had a runner's body, nothing too large but nothing small either. You're legs were strong, including your third. Your cock was limp in your training shorts but when erect, it was a nice nine inches that was quite thick. It hadn't failed you so far, so you were quite proud of it.

However, it did look small compared to your height. You were quite tall, ranging in around six feet and four inches. It helped whenever you had a wrestling match with the boys below, but...

Your mind wavered away from your appearance as you shouldered the medic bag and looked to the duct next to you. There was the option of climbing up it, though it would be a tight fit. It would lead directly to the Control Room and the Core of the ship.

There was also the option of going back to the hallway, where you'd be presented to heading towards the Captain's room or climbing the stairs to find the Common Floor where the others would most likely be. The Control Room was also located there.

You had previously tried to contact the Captain and the shrieking had come from his room. Perhaps... he was in trouble.

But you didn't know what the screech's source was. What if you went there and found yourself unable to fight back?