. She pushed the thought out of her head and finished the paperwork, sent it to the printer. Then, she ran down the hall and grabbed it, stapled it to...ether and ran to Vader's office."Here we go," she said in the most chipper voice she could muster. She dropped it on his desk and turned to leave."Where are you going?" he barked."I...I have an appointment." Vader pointed at the chair opposite him."You sure do. With me. You know I don't send these out without a review." Oh, Mr. Vader, please, I. She wavered on the ends of her toes, trying to do this, but closing her butt-crack on the little glob that presses from her. In any polite society function, she’d have had a fucking startled look on her face, and be excusing herself mighty quickly for the bathroom, but her she was, really trying to do it for the camera. She could feel the cameraman’s lens in front of her capturing her every facial movement, and she thought she’d turn on the audience with an erotically turned on look - a bit of. The spa has a tradition of closing at 6pm on these nights for good reason. They employ a half dozen masseurs here in addition to their admin person and five front desk girls which includes Whitney. The owners live in Seattle and didn’t make it down. The place looked festive, beer & wine on tap, munchies and great music. All of our group (myself and the three girls) remained naked and stashed clothes, backpacks etc. in the changing area. Beth and I make our way to the showers in order to wash. That did not seem to be a good thing as both ships tumbled in opposite directions.The other small 'click' ships were about to reach us when there was a bright flash of light. There were suddenly several large ships surrounding the meteor and missiles were flying toward the meteor from all of the new arrivals. Smaller ships similar to B'TREA's ship were also pouring out of the new ships.The battle lasted close to 30 minutes and RJ and I took several hits but managed to survive. B'TREA and Daryl.