Space Station

You are Daphne Les, the former leader of the space station Control. You are young for the leadership position at 22 and are pretty small as well. You stand at a short 5'3 and weigh about 120 pounds. You carry the weight in your firm ass which you worked hard to get. Your breast are a natural C-cup. When you got space, you experimented with some mods that made you taller and curvier but you went back to your natural look. You have no visual signs of those but your body does do things faster than natural. Your closet only contains the standard uniform for those on the station, a red skin-tight one-piece jumpsuit. It hugs your curves and shows off your body, the zipper in front goes all the way down to the start of your pussy. you normally leave it unzipped to the top of tits to show some cleavage but not too much. Your underwear is mostly standard with a few kinky pieces such as a thong with a built-in vibrator you got for your eighteenth birthday. You wake up, get dressed and prepare to start your day. The past couple of days, things have gone to shit, every substation imaginable has gone down and are past the point of repair. You made some bad choices that you cannot undo. The station is doomed and you know. The station is going to float along and eventually crash but, you don't know when. Your employees have figured this out and they want your head, they are on their way to your office right now. You are powerless, you don't know how to fight or shoot. You can only run or hide. You see some options in your office with the first being the closet, you could hide in there, let the mob pass and go from there. The second option is the maintenance tunnel, it's a small crawlspace that goes throughout the whole station.