<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/DianeKeynes2.jpg)</div><br/>Diane sucked on her crumpled cigarette, grunting with effort as she dragged a heavy battery. Kneeling behind a dented navconsole, trying to hook up enough power to offload it's flight data and jump maps, a crack shakes the skeleton of a room as a bullet shatters the touch-panel on the top of the console. Putting her back to the impromptu cover, she spat her lit remnant of a smoke out and cringed at the pitter patter of shots that chased after it.<br/><br/>Peeking over the opposite side to the spat stub, she eyed the gleaming black shapes with glowing blue eyeslots. TESLA in full faceless corporate merc outfits. Damning Fio and her bright ideas under her breath, Diane drew her sidearm and checked if her radio was working.