Another day, another pile of junk littering the workshop; that's my life aboard the Destiny. I'm Emily, the designated fix-it chick. Wouldn't be such a bad job if the crew would stop ogling me. Especially Commander Black, who just can't get it through his head that we're no longer together. That's what I get being the only woman on this third-class space barge. Unless of course you count the wardroid,... [click here for more]