Ensign Pasha Andreynia Chekov scowled, shifting in the chair she’d been told to sit in and fiddling with the hem of her bright yellow uniform dress. She was really going to have to get measured again, this one was getting awfully small, hanging high on her thighs, Pasha noted idly.
Maybe punching Lieutenant D’rss in the face and breaking her massive
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