34 C bust. Slender, with long, graceful limbs. Long, straight honey brown hair usually kept up in a neat bun on the back of her head and held in place...with a silver stick. Large, bright blue eyes. Tends to dress conservatively in simple high necked, long sleeved blouses that button up the front, and dark floor length skirts.Jaqueline Hunter: Professional adventurer. Born on the mainland to a wealthy minor noble family. Highly educated. “Received british” accent. 5 foot 8 inches tall. 26 years. ” Haylee said making me and the agent laugh.“How old is she?” The agent asked while she laughed.“Seven going on thirty.” I said while we both laughed.“Ok, well good luck, he’s really gorgeous and I think you’d make a really really cute couple. Have a good flight.” She said.“Thank you so much.” I said while I took the tickets and held onto them.“Thank him not me.” She said. “Ok we will.” Haylee said before she took my hand.I don’t even know how to explain what I was feeling because I was about. Knees weaken when she feels his teeth scrape across her earlobe, the soft waves of his hair tickle her cheek.“My girl”, the whisper reaches through the fog, those words a buoy to desperately cling to in the maelstrom raging through the sea of her mind. She hears him draw in his breath, inhaling the scent of her shampoo mixed with the sweat dripping down her flushed torso. “My favorite”, he murmurs as she’s suddenly spun around and pulled forcefully to his chest. The smell of him is. They couldn’t catch us directly yet, but if those interdictor drones zapped us and made us even a tiny bit slower as the engines cycled off the overload, then they COULD close the distance and bring us under more direct fire.Erene and Daniella appeared at the bridge door, shivering a bit in fear, and clutching each other’s hand for support. “Captain, what’s going on?”, Daniella asked over the clatter of the horn, and I snapped a command to cancel the alert sound but keep us at combat footing..