November 16, 2361

Only two of the three guys I thought were coming showed up. The one who didn't come was the loud annoying one, he'd mouthed off to the squad leader and got stuck doing something or other.

After mopping up the pool table with both of them, we moved onto other things. They actually showed me the fighters they fly. Not bad for fleet technology, but either they were due for an upgrade, or the newest and greatest wasn't top priority, the ships would have been cutting edge when I was ten.

When I told them this, they chuckled and asked me how long ago that was. When I answered, they went quiet. One muttered something about me seeming older, and the other commented that it was good their friend wasn't there.

I managed to drag an explanation out of them to find out their friend wanted to get fucked, but it didn't seem right for a sixteen year old to do that with a twenty-seven year old. I told them no matter the age difference, he wouldn't have stood a chance, he was too much of an ass. They chuckled at this and actually offered to try to get me out in one of their fighters. I declined because I wasn't interested but when they found out I had my own ship, they talked me into showing them.

That was mostly uneventful, since I didn't really want anyone but me to fly my ship. They weren't all that happy to stay in the passenger seat. Judging from the way they left, I probably won't hear from them again. Oh well, I would have fucked the quiet one if he'd asked.

I am going insane without anyone to fuck. I might have to look into some help. There is only so much a girl can do without help. Hell, I'm at the point I would almost ask Jarzen if he wants to be friends with benefits, I'm sure I could teach him a few things. However, he's probably too prideful to listen to anything I'd tell him. Oh well, I'll just have to find myself a fuck toy.

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