<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/bE9Aquq.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Ness Myjin<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Asari<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Pilot of the<em>Corvidae.</em><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 18th, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>As seen in photo<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Cockpit -<em>The Corvidae</em><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>A little turbulence up ahead.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Open<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>It wasn’t that Ness was bored… she just had to find enough willpower to resist taking the ship into a steep nose-dive just to hear the startled reaction of the crew. Tension was high, politics were a nagging pest buzzing in their ears and peering over their shoulders. Strangers mingled with familiar faces, and to top it all off, no one had the slightest clue what they were getting themselves into. The nose-dive and barrel rolls would certainly have made her laugh, but only because it would have provided a vain sense of control over the situation.<br/><br/>Not that Ness even thought about jumping ship. She’s been the Corvidae’s pilot since the spectre earned his rank. Leaving any one of her crew behind to something ‘familiar and safe’ was out of the question. Still… not having people breathing down the back of their necks and adding more pressure to the situation would have been nice.<br/><br/>Grumbling to herself, Ness’ hands began to flick across the console as she and the V.I made further calculations with the new data they were collecting. The weather was clear once they breached the storm, but they were only nearing the middle of it, and every so often the ship seemed to shiver as EMP and radiation bursts tested both her navigation skills and the protective shielding of the ship.<br/><br/><br/>Her rich voice was the envy of any jazz musician, a husky purr that came rolling out of the speakers stretching through the ship. “Storm is about to pick up in a minute. I recommend strapping in and sitting your asses down, less you’d like to do a little remodeling of the bulkhead. With your face.”