Optimal Performance

Poke around vaguely Gigerian spacecraft and you're bound to get pumped full of cybernetics. Explicit.

The whole town was full of insufferable sticks-in-the-mud. One of the gleaming silverene ships from the far distant peoples had crashed not a long distance away, and everyone was telling her to stay clear and wait until the lord's guard had a chance to come and make sure there was nothing dangerous inside.

Well Lord Valen's soldiers could stick their thumbs up their asses for all she cared. She was tired of seeing the enchantingly still silhouettes of the ships drifting in and out of the clouds far above her and never getting to see one up close. She had the feeling that others in the town wanted to see it too, but didn't want to act against the lord's wishes.