<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/WarriorWomanwithMace2-1.jpg)</div><br/>Aldritch glanced over at Tyla and just barely managed to contain a wholly unpleasant look.  Not that it would have been seen behind the mask anyway, but the resulting mechanical grin would have been enough to set most people ill at ease.  With a short grunt she twisted the barbaric helmet and slid it back so she could shake her dusty white hair free of any condensed moisture and readjust her eyepatch.  Her fingers curled back about the handle of her massive weapon and swung it back onto her shoulder, again likely nearly lopping off someone's head in the process.<br/><br/>"Aldritch the Cudgel, as if that tweren't obvious," she announced blithely, flicking a holographic identification card from her wrist and presenting it to the feline First Mate.  "Though if me job description be any indication, I'm thinkin' it'll be<em>me</em>that keeps ye all in one piece.  Such were the agreement I settled fer."<br/><br/>Her good eye flickered briefly to the others as she shot them a wolfish grin.  Still a bit too many animals for her tastes, but the fellow with the shades seemed human enough to deal with.  As were several of the women, much to her pleasure.  Most of them even looked well enough to fight.  That suited her well enough.  She was being paid the big bucks to guard bodies, not babysit some runts.  So long as they didn't get in the way there was some real potential lurking in this crew.<br/><br/>