<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ship's boat<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Greg et al<br/><hr/>Fortunately Max will have been delayed due to having to start the boat up and generally having less experience with getting into a Vacc suit herself, giving Greg ample time to catch up as she slowly and methodically activated systems, compensating for the lessened dexterity of the suit. She turned to look over her shoulder as Greg clambered aboard and noted both the armour of the suit and the shotgun.<br/>"Good thinking- this is a soft suit I've got on so I'll let you grab point just incase and we'll vent out our oxy while we're still aboard the 'finder, sound good?"<br/>It was nerve wracking, worse still that she had to stay calm. It was a dangerous flight into a possible trap inside a boat- but you don't ignore a call. Ever. That much was, if anything could be- the universal law all spacefarers shoulder obey. Hitting the coms again to the ship.<br/>"Starfinder, this is the boat, Max and Greg are ready for launch, sorry for the lack of warning Cap'n but we've got a distress call in there."