Zarinah wiped the sweat from hands onto her thighs. The liquid formed droplets on the waterproof fabric of her uniform which ran down her leg and onto the floor where it disappeared into the self cleaning floor of the space station. She gulped and played with the wisps of hair which slipped out of the bun at the nape of her neck.
"Computer" she said "Ensign Zarinah Jones requesting permission to enter."
There was a long pause as she listened to the computer relay her request to the captain through the door. Then the door slid open and she stepped inside. Her uniform felt too tight all of a sudden - even though she knew that wasn't possible - the nanotech fabric would adjust to any slight changes in her body shape.
The captain was leaning back in her chair, looking at some document on a tablet and tapping a stylus on her desk. Her hair was dark and short, her grey eyes had small crows feet beside them and her forehead had the beginnings of lines on it and her body was slender, with a round ass and small, pert breasts which had been known to distract the enseign from time to time. But she was too nervous to notice any of that just now. The captain put down the tablet and leaned forward a little with a smile.
"Ensign" she said, her slight liverpudlian accent showing in her voice. "What can I do for you?"
"Well...captain..." Zarinhas voice trailed off slightly "The thing is...I know the annual promotions list is coming up and I'd like to be on it...you know...because it's just...I've been an engineer with this crew for five years and I've lead repairs teams on and off the station this year...and i've made recommendations for projects like the...lighting on the hydroponics bay for instance... I...I...I designed that myself...well mostly myself...and I just think if I had the opportunity to...to...to" She gulped and looked at the floor. She felt her cheeks burn as her faced flushed reed