For what felt like the twentieth time that day, Jane adjusted her belt. While previously she had been steadily loosening it, she tightened it and watched as her pot belly's fat split into two halves around it. Gently so, but still noticeable. She remembered back in the academy how she had met up with one of her former classmates who had gotten pregnant and dropped out. She had last seen her when she was six months pregnant, and had marvelled at how big her svelte friend had gotten in that time. Now she looked down at her gently jiggling gut, most of her fat having concentrated in there, and had the feeling she was a little bigger. The only difference was that her friend had the taut, tight belly of a populated womb, and she was all pliable fat, easily compressed by her belt.

She passed by another crew member as she made her way down the gleaming metal hall, noticing by her bright red uniform that she was also one of the lowest-ranking members of the ship's crew. However, while their official ranking was the same there was a stark difference between the two that showed that this woman who Jane had yet to learn the name of had been on the ship for far longer, and that was that she was a good hundred pounds heavier than Jane. Jane was a uniform ninety kilos, and barely a gram over or under. It was the bare minimum for a weight rank one crew member, and although it was possible to survive warp one at eighty kilos with the right body type, it was Federation policy that any crew member under eighty-eight kilograms be reprimanded and put on a high-calorie diet until they were fit for duty.

Jane sighed at how much of a greenhorn she looked next to the woman, and noticed as they passed that this woman wore her stretchy standard-issue belt on her lower waist, letting her gut spill over the top. It led to a naturally jigglier appearance with how it was slightly propped up, wobbling to and fro with each step. Jane waited until she was out of eyeshot then pulled her own belt underneath. Unfortunately it had little effect on her comparatively petite belly, and was less comfortable to boot. She put it back in the middle where it belonged, figuring that she would eventually settle on the correct way to wear it over time as she got bigger. She hoped that she could figure it out by the time she wore the dignified second chin of a rank two crewman.

She pinched one of her cheeks, wishing that she could pull it out further. Her face had gotten a lot puffier and rounder since she was promoted to rank one, yet her chin refused to fully fill out. She supposed it was because her petite figure, forever curveless and flat-chested, had a lot of areas it needed to fill out first. Jane was still getting used to wearing bigger than a training bra, and found it fascinating just how much her chest jiggled around even with proper support. The standard Federation uniform was a short-skirted one-piece dress with pantyhose and a belt around the waist, the old more gender neutral uniform having been phased out in the last two hundred years's push to reclaim a more traditionally feminine image, much to the chagrin of the male spaceship staff who found the Federation unwilling to invest in separate uniforms for their small minority. It was comfortable and designed to be one-size-fits-all up until rank 2, although Jane felt that the skirt was a little short at times, her ass already well-indented in the back.

Finally she reached her destination on the lower deck, pausing for a moment to adjust her short bob-cut hair before saluting unnecessarily as the door to the engine room slid open. A few eyes from the crew moved her way, then quickly lost interest as the portly head engineer motioned lazily to greet her.

"Greetings, Miss Chief Engineer, ma'am!" Jane almost shouted stiffly, the woman already giving her the stinkeye as Jane began to sweat. "I've come to take a progress report!"

"I know, keep your voice down." The head engineer said, resting her tablet atop her firmly rank 3 breasts, where the almost head-sized melons were happy to let the screen rest without any chance of slipping. "All systems nominal. Haven't had a single complaint out of the old thing all month."

"Good to hear! I'm sure the captain will be very happy to hear that!" Jane declared as the other engineers rolled their eyes. All well above her weight class and overflowing with fat, which made even the grunts intimidating for the fresh recruit to make eye contact with.

"I'm sure she bloody well will. Tell her she can just use the comms next time, alright? I don't need the cadets sticking their nose into my business three times a day." The engineer said, Jane's next words freezing in her throat as she quietly left the room. She wiped the sweat off of her brow, hoping that the captain would find a new assignment for her soon. Pretty much all of the subcrews she had been sent to check up on had given her the same treatment, and saw her presence as thoroughly unnecessary, which she reluctantly admitted was right.

She remembered stepping onto the bridge for the first time and meeting Captain Jennifer Rose, a distinguished rank 3 captain who almost perfectly fit Jane's image of a Federation captain. Perched atop her captain's chair with her head officer and second-in-command Sophie Katherine at her side, the woman who was sharp as a razor aside from her obese and well-rounded body. Captain Rose had the air and dignity of a captain, and Jane had been excited when she assigned her the role of personally doing checks on each department aboard the ship. Her excitement had faltered when it turned out that all of those departments found her to be a bother, but she endured with the knowledge that the captain must have had a good reason for assigning her this seemingly pointless job.

It had been two weeks since she stepped aboard, and having performed all of her duties for the moment with nothing left to do but return to the bridge, Jane paused to fill out her personal log.

"Stardate 2904, Ensign Jane White, rank one, aboard the starship Venus. I have completed today's first mission, and am currently returning to the bridge..."

 It was the year 2904, in the Federation Galactic calendar. Faster than light space travel had been achieved, and mankind spread across the stars. Or at least, primarily womankind did. When warp drives had been invented, humanity had found out the hard way that a traditionally healthy, well-trained humanity body could not withstand the rigors of the new method they had discovered. After extensive testing, humanity made two major discoveries which would go on to completely reshape their society: the two key components that allowed for safe space travel. The first that they had found was that with the unique method that warp drives used to achieve their incredible speeds safely, a layer of pure fat allowed a human to easily withstand the forces that would otherwise kill them, and the more fat the better, causing a scale to be developed from rank one to rank five, increasing exponentially with most women refusing to go further than rank four lest they become immobile. The second was that the female body adapted far better to these conditions than males would, only a very small minority of males being able to go beyond warp one.

The result was that as mankind expanded its territories across the stars, the field of space travel became heavily female-dominated. Although with enough weight and technological advancements men eventually became able to withstand warp one and sometimes even two with enough weight, only a select few could go beyond and the ability to advance one's career was severely limited. This led to the Earth and later Galactic Federation's space force being almost exclusively female aboard their ships, proudly crewed by women who ranged from overweight to morbidly obese. By the year 2904, humanity had long achieved total gender equality, but had ended up with a matriarchal slant due to its pioneers and leading members being female. Women were considered explorers, while the men stayed at home and worked the spaceport docks while their wives gallivanted across the universe.

The other major change was the effect that the requirement of obesity had on society's standard body image and standards of beauty. With exciting and inspirational women becoming celebrities and heroes overnight, the idea of a full-figured woman being undesirable slowly slipped away over the generations until being fat was considered the standard, and even the ideal form. Men on the other hand found themselves making up for this inadequacy by sculpting and improving their bodies further, after the idea that no girl should date a man who couldn't lift them began to take off in popular culture. Soft, round women would come home to muscular, powerful men who were otherwise unable to withstand more than gentle space travel, creating an odd dichotomy between the genders.

Men were Mars and women were Venus, as became a popular saying across the universe, although a few men with more naturally feminine figures had leveraged this to great effect and went against gender stereotypes to achieve successful careers in the space force. There was many a tale of a spaceport worker hitting on a spaceship crew member, only to find out that the rank three beauty with the comparatively petite chest was actually a man. For some of those port workers, such a scenario was quite the dream.

Jane was one of the many starry-eyed young women who had signed up at her planet's Federation academy, hoping to one day join one of the many starfleets and roam the galaxy amongst the proud, fat women that they had been raised on stories of. There were many career paths for a young woman like Jane, but she had made sure to get onto an exploration ship seeking out new worlds for the Federation to contact, populate, or mine for their resources for the betterment of mankind. She had successfully been assigned to the starship Venus, a humble rank two ship that rarely exceeded speeds greater than warp one. It wasn't as ambitious as the ships that explored the outer reaches, but was a good starting point for a rank one ensign straight out of the academy. Higher weight ranked ships were assigned not only for their crew's higher experience, but also their ability to function competently at a higher weight.

Jane had had an embarrassing yet uneventful first two weeks aboard the ship, and secretly wished for something exciting to happen. But for the moment, she pushed it out of her mind as she returned to the bridge, once again saluting and announcing her return as she walked in.

"Ensign White, reporting for duty!" She called, the bridge's crew returning the salute, which in itself was unnecessary and was mostly returned to not further embarrass the poor ensign. The bridge was crewed by a small handful of navigation and communication officers, with more in-depth tasks being relayed to dedicated crews on other parts of the ship. Most of the bridge were no greater than rank 2, but had grown well into their chairs from months of sedentary duties.

"Report, ensign." Captain Rose said in her usual cool tone, which Jane may have interpreted as more inspiring than merely a professional attitude.

"Yes ma'am! All decks report nominal performance, ma'am!" Jane called, taking a bit too long to put her arm down.

"Good work. Ensign, you are hereby relieved of your current duties." The captain said, feeling that their ship's newest member had done her daily routine more than enough by now. "Your new assignment is to remain aboard the bridge and wait for further instructions."

"Y-yes ma'am! Of course!" Jane said, her heart racing. A new assignment! On the bridge, no less! Sure, she didn't seem to have a clear job, but that was surely because the captain had something special in mind for her. The rest of the bridge seemed pretty set into their roles, perhaps she was expected to be more flexible? She had to admit that the bridge bunnies lived up to their reputation of looking... less than athletic. Most of them had their guts pressed into their desks where they couldn't get up in a hurry, and she hadn't seen them so much as stand up without being told to in her short time aboard the ship. With how lethargic and constantly snacking they seemed to be, she was starting to think there was some truth to starship crews being divided into those who were expected to move, and those who would not. The academy had had plenty of physical exercise, but her veteran teachers never seemed to join in.

"But, um... wait where, exactly?" Jane asked in a quiet voice, looking hopelessly around the room for some corner to stand in. She didn't want to stand around in the way, or huddle in a corner on her own, or go invade somebody's space where she was unwanted. She froze up until one of the bridge bunnies began to wave at her, motioning for her to join her in the empty chair next to her. Jane happily accepted her rescuer's offer, setting herself down next to the woman who she recognised to be the head navigator. Miss Sarah, from what she recalled. The pale, blonde woman gave a warm smile with ruby-red lips, a rather heavy layer of makeup over her chubby face. Her hair was long and loose, and she was very breast heavy as her chest squished against the surface between her and the console controls, which seemed to be set up as a buffer zone specifically so that the heavier-set women didn't mess with the controls by accident.

"Welcome to the bridge, Miss White." Sarah said, looking away from her console to warmly greet the ship's newest member. She fished into her box of doughnuts on the side of her desk to offer her a treat, but found only crumbs, remembering that it was already mid-morning and she was in need of restocking.

"Happy that the captain isn't giving you the runaround anymore?" Sarah asked jovially, Jane taking it completely seriously.

"No, of course not! The captain had a very good reason for doing that!" Jane insisted, Sarah sitting back a little in the face of her enthusiasm.

"Well, I suppose so." Sarah admitted. "This is the captain's usual little routine to make sure you know your way around the place."

"I certainly do now. I've been to every department twice today." Jane said proudly.

"And you've been around the ship how many times today?" Sarah asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Um... three, four times?" Jane recalled, Sarah's eyes widening incredulously. "But that's only full laps, if we include..."

"Are all kids these days so athletic? Ah, the privileges of youth!" The plump navigator sunk back in her chair dramatically, the reinforced back allowing her to sink back at an angle that would have snapped a usual office chair. "Walking to the cafeteria and back is enough exercise for the day for me, personally. If they asked me to do it I'd have to ask the engineering deck if they could turn down the gravity."

"S-sorry..." Jane reflexively recoiled and bent herself into a submissive position, eliciting further amusement from the weighty bridge bunny. Jane yelped as her plush belly was poked without warning, and the navigator laughed, her soft body gently wobbling through her uniform with the motion, Jane a little entranced by it. This was the body of an experienced woman, just like the instructors and academy faculty members she had looked up to. While most of her classmates had started relaxing their diets to get a headstart or were already quite plump, most students didn't let go of their pre-academy waistlines and reach professional weights until they set foot on their first spacecraft, and Jane had been a model of athleticism right up until her first weight rank promotion. Just an hour in a pod going through the standard fattening operation and she had walked out with a soft, spongy body and her only fitting article of clothing being her standard-issue ensign uniform. She had ended up donating her old clothes to her younger sister, who promised to live up to her sister by outgrowing them someday.

But now the gap between student and teacher was closed, and Jane was expected to soon be roughly on the same level as the crews she had idolised. She was a little grateful for the fact that she was the skinniest woman on the ship, as it indicated quite clearly that she was the most inexperienced.

"Don't be! You should enjoy it while it lasts." Sarah patted her on her muffin top, unwilling to make the effort of standing up just to reach her shoulder. "I give you six months until you're huffing just to get the captain her coffee."

"Just make sure you don't run around too much. Nobody likes a sweaty space cadet." The navigator said, checking her manicured nails for any stray dirt. "Besides, you'll start losing weight if you treat the deck like a track meet. You're already skinny as a rake, it won't be fun for anybody if you aren't ready for the next jump.

"Y-yes ma'am." Janet mumbled, looking down at her belt stretched across her pot belly. She had spent all this time thinking of herself as big now, but size really was relative.

"And speaking of coffee," Sarah said, turning her attention back to her console. "do you think you could go get me one? With extra sugar and-"

Jane's ever-increasing list of errands was interrupted by an alarm blaring across the deck, lights flashing as the entire bridge crew was snapped out of whatever activity they had been preoccupied with. Jane froze up, her mind scrambled by the surprise before it could sort through her training to remember what this particular sound meant. It was quite obviously an emergency alert, but which kind? An asteroid? Engine failure? Enemy attack? Jane

"Bridge, status report!" The captain said faster than the rest of the crew could react, well before Jane had finished panicking.

"We're receiving an emergency distress signal, captain!" Sarah reported, her lazy, unconcerned tone replaced with that of perfect professionality. Jane let out an embarrassingly loud gasp, realising she had been holding her breath until then. Jane took a deep breath, loosening her belt as part of what was becoming a soothing ritual. A distress signal meant that somebody else was in trouble, not that they were in immediate danger. But just because she wasn't personally threatened didn't mean that it was okay to be unprepared! Now was the worst time to panic! She had to set a good example for herself in her first crisis situation! The captain was counting on her for... whatever it would be! Jane stood up straight and stiffened her back, ready for orders to come at any second as she effectively blended into the background as far as the actual key members of the bridge were concerned.

"Distress signal code C, transmission decay level medium!" Another bridge bunny called out, scanning the signal for all the details it contained. Jane had regained enough composure to remember what this meant, one of the first things she had learned in the academy. Code C meant that they had had an engine failure, and for the transmission to decay to this level meant that they were a considerable distance from any Federation sphere of influence.

"They're broadcasting their location with a beta-type signal, but their coordinates haven't changed much since the original signal was sent. We can conclude that they've experienced a full engine failure on top of the warp drive explosion in the initial distress beacon. By my calculations it's been several weeks since their initial transmission and they've gone far off course." The communications officer said, the dark-skinned woman with a pear-shaped figure and a tightly-wound hairbun giving a textbook report and looking the most cool and composed after the captain.

"What type of vessel is it?" The second in command called, adjusting her glasses in what Jane was privately starting to suspect was a nervous tic rather than a deliberate motion. She only ever seemed to do it when she was unhappy about something.

"A rank five transportation cruiser." the communications officer stated, sending a quiet murmur through the bridge. An engine failure on a regular ship was bad enough, but on a rank five ship the crew would be borderline helpless.

"I theorise that there's been a breakdown in their self-repair systems." the woman concluded, causing Jane to have to hold herself back from visibly expressing panic. That scenario on a rank five ship was nothing short of disastrous! The largest woman at her academy had been a veteran rank four, and she had been an absolutely enormous woman who disliked moving even more than she disliked lazy students. She had tested the width of their doorframes with her hips, and had sometimes required help standing up after a lesson, being Jane's mental goalpost for just how big a woman could get while still being technically mobile. Rank fives on the other hand, went well beyond that.

Jane had never seen a rank five crew member in person before, but had seen the pictures and heard the minimum weight specifications for them. Rank fives were, in a word, immobile. The sheer rigors of warp five required the human figure to weight at least five hundred kilograms, and that was the absolute minimum. The result were blob-like women who willingly gave up their ability to move and take care of themselves unassisted in order to reach the highest speeds that mankind could achieve, and tended to live in their ships for the duration of their careers. It was a lucrative job, but one that few women were willing to commit to. Pilots and crew members were effectively plugged into their seats, their needs and hygiene taken care of automatically by the ship. While their ships were highly automated, it meant that there was no human element to the upkeep of the spacecraft. If something went wrong and the auto-repair systems and drones were offline, the crew were nothing more than helpless blobs of fat dependent on whether or not another more able-bodied ship could reach them in time.

"Are there any other Federation vessels close enough to receive this distress call?" Katherine asked, the usually sedientary woman on her feet and pacing back and forth as she examined the data on the screen, giving an estimate on how long it would take to reach the ship, and whether or not they could repair it or have to evacuate the crew.

"Based on the decay of the signal, we are the only ship that has received it and others are unlikely to encounter it." The comms officer stated.

"Then it's settled." The captain said immediately. "Time is of the essence, set us to warp two without delay."

"Yes, captain!" The bridge responded unanimously, Jane wondering if this was the exciting break that she was looking for. A rescue mission certainly sounded like it might be, even from the perspective of the least important person on the ship. But hang on, a small voice told her while the rest hyped herself up. Warp two meant...

"Ensign, get yourself down to medbay." Katherine instructed, cutting off Jane's thoughts.

"For...?" Jane said without thinking, instantly regretting it. The stern first officer gave her a glare that said she should have already been out the door.

"You're the only person on this ship unfit for warp two. Go fix that! I'll tell the doctor you're coming." She said, and Jane marched herself out of the room as quickly as possible. Jane broke out into a run as she heard the new mission be announced over the intercom, random crew members scurrying around as everybody prepared for the jump. Reaching warp speed was usually felt as little more than a bump to the crew, but everybody had to be in their correct positions upon starting it as per Federation protocol.

"Ensign White, right?" The pear-shaped head doctor Hayley said, dressed in her light green medical uniform and holding a tablet with Jane's details on it. Her legs were crossed, her tremendously thick thighs squashed and bulging in every direction because of it. "Looks like you're getting your next weight rank a few months early."

"Well, we got the distress call, and it was really sudden, and I know I'm not ready, and..." Jane started, but trailed off when Dr. Hayley put her hand up.

"Don't worry too much about it. Rank two is nothing." The doctor assured her as she uncrossed her legs and grunted as she pushed herself to her feet. She pointed towards an enormous pod and waddled over to it, her thighs rubbing together with each step as they tested the endurance of her pantyhose.

"I prefer it when people go up ranks naturally, since a lot of them aren't ready for the new weight all of a sudden." The doctor explained as she popped the pod open and gestured for Jane to climb in. "You can keep your clothes on for this, they should hold. Long as you're wearing a Federation-issue bra, which I bet you are."

Jane nodded and nervously climbed in, putting her arms and legs into the restraints. There was usually a sedative involved to speed things up for the subject, and it would keep her upright for the hour or so it would take.

"I'm still not sure that I'm ready for this." Jane said as the glass canopy began to close, figuratively and literally sealing her fate. "I mean, I haven't earned it or anything..."

"Have a little more confidence. People make way too big of a deal out of the weight ranking system when it's pretty much just a formality." The doctor told her as she worked the pod's controls. "You see our fair captain up there? She was rank two when she was assigned to this ship. Nearly ate her way into rank four after she found out the captain could eat whenever she wanted before I put her on a diet. You know Lieutenant Isabella, our only rank four? She's been here for barely a year, we had to promote her because it was embarrassing for her to still be an ensign at her weight. So don't you go thinking it's a big deal becoming rank two this quickly!"

With Jane firmly in place, a mask descended and placed itself over her face.  Fortunately for her, she would be sedated before the less comfortable parts started, and already she could feel the anaesthetic making her sleepy. The doctor would get a good look at her being artificially fattened from start to finish, and couldn't help but feel like it was a little embarrassing. Jane blinked, and suddenly felt heavy. There was a beeping coming from the machine, and the canopy began to unseal. Was that it? She barely even felt like she had been asleep. She remembered that this was how it had been last time too, but it still felt very abrupt.

"I'm going to leave you in there for a minute until you're ready, okay?" The doctor called, and Jane was glad. She was feeling a bit out of it due to the anaesthetic, and her legs felt like they would buckle if she tried to take a single step. It didn't help that she felt like somebody had strapped weights to every part of her body... Jane's eyes widened, the realisation having not quite sunk in until then. She was rank two! And it had happened so quickly!

She looked down, and felt her chin squash. She had a second chin now! She wanted to squeeze her face and admire it for herself, but she was still strapped in. She looked down, and discovered that she could no longer see her feet, far from it. Her chest had doubled, no, tripled in size, far bigger than her hands could cup! Not quite the size of her head, but big weighty melons that would be big enough to obscure the view of her feet on their own, but what couldn't be ignored was the belly they would have sagged and rested on were they much bigger. If her pot belly had been skin to a six-month pregnancy before, she had reached full term.

"You should have regained your balance by now. Do you need more time?" Dr. Hayley interrupted her thoughts, and Jane felt her jowls wobbling as she quickly shook her head.

"I'm fine!" Jane said, and the canopy hissed as it opened, Jane accepting the doctor's hand as she slightly unsteadily climbed down. Her entire body moved with her as she stepped down, the dip causing her breasts to float freely for a split second then be pulled down by gravity in what could be described as nothing less than a bounce. Jane's body had jiggled and wobbled before, but it had never bounced. Jane squeezed her new breasts, her uniform managing to stretch enough to comfortably contain her new proportions. It felt tight, but in an almost satisfying way. The sleeves had started loose, and now her flabby biceps pressed against the fabric on all sides. Jane was fascinated how her previously even arms were divided into a particularly fat upper half and a still fat but more slender bottom, each inches wider than before.

"How do you feel? You're a healthy two hundred kilograms now, an official rank two." The doctor asked, appreciating Jane's body. If Jane didn't know any better, she'd think that she looked strangely satisfied by her transformation.

"Heavy." was all Jane could say, remembering it was she had said back at the academy after her graduation fattening. And yet it was just as appropriate here. She was about to examine her body further, but she felt the doctor's gaze on her a little too strongly. Jane blushed, and stammered out an excuse to leave.

"W-well, I had better get back to the bridge!"

Jane barely heard the doctor's instructions to see her if anything felt off, her heart racing as she thundered down the hallways, feeling the new rhythm of her body rising and falling with each step. She had no intention of rushing back to the bridge just yet, knowing that she had a little time before she would have to return. Instead she made her way towards the living quarters, to examine her new body in depth in her room for the precious few minutes she could stretch out. The post-fattening tautness of her body left it sensitive, letting her feel every crease of fabric rubbing against her, every new folder, the way her thighs rubbed together with each step and how her belt dug into her bloated navel. It sunk far further in than before, splitting her gut into two distinct halves, and strangely wasn't as uncomfortable as she thought it would be.

Her belly, the largest concentration of her fat, was something she couldn't keep her eyes and hands off as she moved, barely caring if somebody saw her. She could grab huge handfuls of it, pull it up and watch it fall with a thump, slapping against her waist. It extended out so far, drooping from its own weight and making her feel like she would have to maneuver herself around to avoid bumping it into things. Here steps were enough to make her overstuffed bra bounce up and down, and her belly had its own separate rhythm to it. She grabbed her sides, feeling how much wider she was, a foot added on each side. Her fat spilled out over her waist, what was previously a small but noticeable muffin top turning to huge grabbable love handles. She was starting to pant from the exertion of merely walking, her previous feeling like she had weights attached to her limbs remaining accurate. Each lumbering step was considerably harder, her stride shortening as her twice as thick legs became clumsier and less maneuverable. When she moved her arms forward her upper arms squished against her hefty breasts, a new yet ever-present feeling of squishiness that she would soon have to come to terms with.

She was so busy drinking in her new body that she barely noticed she had arrived, entering her room and locking the door behind her before rushing over to her mirror. She gaped at her new face and how much larger it was, pinching her cheeks and appreciating just how much further she could pull them. Her face was well and truly round now, a mature second chin making her feel like she was some sort of experienced space adventurer. She giggled at her new visage, watching how it squashed and moved. She turned to examine her rear, groping her big ass cheeks. They were so huge she could barely believe it! A far cry from the tight, flat butt she had only a month earlier. She squeezed it then let go, watching it wobble until it was still. She pulled up her dress, freeing her belly which sagged down further than she expected it to. The raw flesh was sensitive, and she quickly pulled her dress back down with a bright red face. She wasn't quite sure if she was ready to see herself naked just yet.

"I should probably get back to the bridge." She told herself, gently slapping her chubby cheeks to jolt herself back to reality. She would have plenty of time to explore her new body later. Right now she had important work to do! Potentially, anyway.  It was possible, well, likely, well, almost certain that she would just stand around waiting for orders, but it might be very bad if she was needed and wasn't there! She unlocked and left her room, beginning the trek back to the bridge. She began to huff and puff before she was halfway there, but endured and ignored her groaning body's orders to slow down. It was tough, but she'd have to try to be just as mobile even though she was rank two! After all, if she didn't, who else on the bridge would?