<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Kreiger%2C_Becca.jpeg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Rebecca Harrigan<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Selkie<br/><strong>Time/Date: 0034 to 0115 EDT 6 Apr 2102</strong><br/><strong>Location: Stane Industries Platform Foxtrot Zero Nine Six.</strong><br/><strong>Tagging: All</strong><br/><strong>Mentioned: Helios, Stane</strong><br/><strong>NSFW Warning:N/A</strong><br/><br/>Becca was at home in the water, her hair wafting out from her then thrusting in close to her body as she slipped through the debris with ease and grace. Her hands had webbed as had her feet, her peacoat left behind with with her grandfather in the cabin of the Valkiir. Her skin also took on a golden yellow as it hardened into a carapace much like a scorpion. She welled fatty tissue between her and the chilled waters of the ocean, and pumped more mass into her muscles to increase strength and thrust. Aesthetics were secondary, to function. As she propelled her senses beyond those of humans, the scream of the incoming aircraft forced her to dampen them again, barely before the roar deafened her.<br/><br/>The groaning of steel, the harbinger of doom for the destroyer, drew her attention. There may be living people in the waters, but she couldn't sense them, she did know there were living people on those destroyers. The surface waters were still in turmoil so she dove deep, accelerating as she cut through the waters. The ship was ahead of her, and she raced through the waters to see the damages. Is there anything she could do? The buckle of the hull was barely twelve feet long, but it crossed compartments, both would be filling faster than the bilge pumps could work. Salvageable if they could swing an eight-by-ten sheet of well anything, the plast-crete, and a heat source. They had perhaps twenty minutes, depending on how the pumps run. Ok, workable. Damnit, the Valkiir was still too far away.<br/><br/>Twirling in the water, she sped away the other destroyer was listing already. As she approached she could tell why. Three, no four vents showed where the superstructure of the hull was releasing air into the waters from the starboard side. They didn't have time to fix it, this one would be on the ocean floor in minutes.<br/><br/>Racing back to the repairable craft, she turned her passage skyward, coursing through the waters she shot high from the surf, only her momentum to carry her to the deck twenty feet up from the turbulent waters. Landing lightly upon the weather deck, she raised her hands and dropped to her knees, before the nearest sailors could respond in aggression. "My name is Selkie, I am here to help. Your ship is in distress and I can help. That craft," she pointed to the listing ship, "has four vents beneath the water level on the starboard and will be down in minutes, encourage them to abandon ship, I can see no salvage if they are not complete already. Get me someone who can make decisions and give orders. You need steel sheeting, plastcrete and heat, now! Your ship I can help save, who is he?" She said noticing the massive golden form in armor.<br/><br/>The jumpship was impressive, but held little interest. They were here to help or not...<br/><br/>