[Group 2]<br/><br/>Kimmi was locked and loaded for the space-walk leg of her mission. Her camouflage cloak was ready to render her merely another star-spangled patch against the airless void. She had one mag of 20 sealed, self-combusting rounds optimized for space loaded into her Widow's Bite, even though she didn't really expect to see combat outside the cruiser. Once she boarded, she would switch to one of her six 10-round incendiary mags, or one of her two 40-round stun mags. She had calibrated her targeter, as well, since the tight corridors might render her precision weapon less than helpful.<br/><br/>Her collapsible helmet unfolded itself from the small box on the back of her armor, the individual pieces clanking and sealing together, hiding her face. A hiss announced that she was air-tight and ready to move. Finally, she pulled up her hood, further enshrouding her in her identity as a faceless killer.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>