You type at the console, reviewing the manifest as Aisha grunts and complains in the background. Everything is in order. You thought things would be different after you found The Galactic Leyline, but as the years went on, it was just more of the same. Sure, there's been adventure, danger, and romance, but in the lulls in between, you always need money. And as the crew's de-facto book-keeper, it always falls on you to make sure there's money in the bank. Money for repairs, food, everything. And they still treat you like a kid!
"Why're you so grumpy?" Aisha interrupts your brooding, mere inches from your face.
You start backwards, looking at the muscular Ctarl-Ctarl beauty, with her face set in an impish grin.
"Nothing!" you protest as Aisha sits next you, wrapping an arm around you. Her inhuman strength has you locked in like a vice.
"You're mad at Gene!" she snickers. "I know what you mean. He gets to go off and play with two girls all by himself while me and you get stuck with all the dirty work!"
"He's not playing," you sigh. "He and Suzuka are on a bodyguard mission."
You clutch your brow as you breathe in. Aisha's right though.
"How do I get him to stop treating me like a kid?" you ask her.
"Beats me!" she shrugs. "He treats me like an animal. Between the two of us, you have it better!"
"I'm serious!" you plead.
"Well," Aisha says, standing and stretching. "If you had bigger muscles, he'd probably respect you more."
You groan as you realize she's more right than you'd like to admit.
"How many push-ups can you do?" she asks. "Hey, come on. Why don't you show me?"
You hesitate a moment before getting down on the warehouse floor and weakly grinding out a single push-up.
"No!" Aisha screams. "You're doing it all wrong! Your core isn't engaged."
She caresses your stomach, causing you to pull your abs tight.
"And you need to lock your buttocks!" she lectures, patting your butt. "Pull your arms in. You need to use the triceps and pectorals!"
You look up and see a wide