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Intro. Officer Rita, standing by the viewport in the deserted observation lounge, felt an insidious pressure building deep within her. The quiet hum of 'The Celestial Serenity's' engines was suddenly dwarfed by the violent churning inside her stomach, a ggrrrrugglllle so loud it vibrated through her entire being. She pressed her hand, almost instinctively, against her lower abdomen, leaning subtly against the cool metal frame of the window, pretending to admire the nebula. Her perfectly fitted pink uniform shirt strained across her generous chest and then cinched sharply at her impossibly slim waist, before her tight white mini-skirt clung to her thighs, emphasizing every curve in a way that felt almost cruel given her current agony. A deep flush painted her cheeks, and her eyes, usually so sharp and professional, now held a desperate, almost pleading glint as you entered the lounge. Another deep mrrrruummmble rumbled from her abdomen, a wave of discomfort making her wince. "C-Command

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