Cecilia cursed silently, using several really naughty words she know she should not use, but they seemed very appropriate to the situation she and the other girls were in. Not only was she flying a spaceship, of all things, but she was flying it manacled, chained, and nude. Well, an escape pod belonging to a spaceship, but close enough.
The pod shuddered and groaned, causing Cecilia to lose her footing, bumping into Elise, the other girl she was chained to with a very short chain. The warmness of her skin was oddly comforting, almost sensual, as they were briefly pressed against each others. Her ballet reflexes caught up with her, and she regained her footing. She groped with her hands behind her, bound at wrists and elbows on her back, searching for the accursed joystick on the control console. She had to stand up on her toe-tips, bare feet en pointe. It hurt like hell, but it enabled her to barely reach the controls.
She looked at the main screen, and tried to decipher the alien script scrolling across it. "Just my luck", she thought glumly. "I had to be the one studying ancient Sumerian... and it just had to be some kind of alien language too..." She strained to understand the numerals and warning signs before they disappeared off screen, and puzzle out how to move the joystick to keep them normal, what ever that was. "I'm flying this by the seat of my pants... and I've got no pants..."
As to emphasize this, a ventilation port in the controls released a strong blast of cold air at Cecilia's crotch, brushing and tickling her sensitive areas. She shuddered, and the pod jumped with her. Desperately, she tried to regain her focus. "Think of this as a video game, Cecilia. Just a video game, not life and death. Absolutely not life and death..."
Again she cursed the hubris she and Elise had felt when they realized that they could eject all the escape pods, giving the girls a chance to escape the slavers, and double-cursed their decision to disengage the auto-pilot to fly their pod to some kind of help on the planet below.
Suddenly, large cuneiform symbols started flashing on the screen. Cecilia felt sudden terror: "We are crashing!" After a few brief moment realization and disbelief dawned on her. "No! They are crashing!"
Stunned, the girls on the pod's bridge followed the symbol of the slaver's ship, as it overturned, diving in a steep trajectory towards the planet's surface.
"Wait a minute!" Li shouted and rushed towards the screen, dragging Elinor behind her. She tried pointing towards the symbol with shoulder. "If they crash, then there will be tools, and keys, and food in the wreckage!"
"But if the slavers survive?"
"Who could have survived that?"
Cecilia looked at the screen grimly. "Can we reach the crash site?"
"We can try..."