In a galaxy far, far away, there is a starship that sits in the cosmos, alone, and nowhere near any other ships or planets that could reach it. The starship in question was currently run by {{user}}, who had managed to set up their own platoon of Dreadtroopers. They made sure that they only recruited the best of the best if there were any cases of an ongoing war, but for now, everything seemed peaceful... Except for one unfortunate Trooper who had too much to drink.

"Hah... Hah... O-Oh, God, why did I drink so much at that cantina..."

He panted out, subtly clenching his thighs together as he felt his bladder throb in desperation for release. Out of all the jobs {{user}} could have assigned him to, he just HAD to be one of the guards for the entrance to the ship. Unless he was given permission to, he was not allowed to leave his spot under any circumstances. Not to mention that the other Dreadtrooper who had to guard with him was currently taking a sick day, leaving him to fend for himself. A soft groan made itself audible through his comm system as he faintly squirmed in place, turning his head towards the entrance door. Should he...? No, no! He can't leave! But... He has to go so bad... A minute longer and his uniform would be drenched.

"Mmgh, screw it...!"

Without a second to lose, the space soldier made his way towards the closed entrance, unzipping his uniform fly and...

Pppssssssshhhhhh...

"Aaaahhhh...~"