<a class="link link--external" href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/67/ba/d6/67bad6b09e26897151727e29ffe811e3.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Thomyris “Riz” Heroux</a><br/>Location: Ticonderoga class assault ship<br/>Tagged: All.<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>Thomyris bite her lower lip when the Captain flatly shut her down. Or at least, shut down the possibility of her going alone or with someone else. No, they were going as a group and when the situation was appraised, then would permission be granted to start accessing the ship’s systems. Thomyris saw the merit and prudence in it and nodded.<b>“Yes, ma’am. This way, everyone.”</b>She said, picking a path as best she could through the floating maze of dead bodies, careful not to touch any. Well she was small enough to avoid and duck. The others, not  as much possibly. She got to the first threshold that led into a dark corridor and was peering in, when Donovan suddenly touched her shoulder.<br/><br/>She jerked and nearly squeaked in surprise, so focused was she on scouting out this simple passageway.<b>“Y-Yes, I know. I think I can handle a few at least.”</b>Thomyris stated, reaching back to press her hand to Donovan’s in a squeeze of encouragement, for herself at least, before moving forward into the passageway. At the end, perhaps a dozen feet, where only a few bodies drifted, probably thrown here from some inertia, they came to a fork, both branching off perpendicular to where she assumed the bridge was. Thomyris took a deep breath and huffed.<i>Decisions, decisions, and I hope I don’t lead them on some wild goose chase that takes us to the rear of the ship instead.</i><br/><br/>She decided to take the corridor that branched left, leading them deeper into the ship. Only twice did she send Donovan ahead, when it seemed like a passageway might have many thresholds to other areas, though they only proved to be sealed maintenance hatches into narrow corridors that ran along the hull or between compartments. But after a quarter hour of exploring, or rather, flying through in zero-gee, pushing from threshold to threshold or kicking off walls, they came to another fork, a four way. But here they caught some luck. On the ground there was markings. The way they had come up, an arrow point back the way they came, read in bold letters<b>Habitation.</b>The pass on the right read<b>Bridge</b>, the pass across read<b>Hydroponics</b>, while the pass on their left had four indications, each leveled above each other to show distance;<b>Cryo-Chamber, Cargo-Hold, Armoury, Engineering.</b><br/><br/>Thomyris’ headlights rested on each one but a moment before she settled on the passageway marked<b>Bridge</b>, fluttering over to it but not pushing inside, turning to face the others.<b>“We still heading this way, Captain?”</b>She inquired, finding the silence and dark to be quite unnerving at times, though trusting in her companions to keep alert.