<strong>Diane</strong>, the short version is that plasma bolts hurt.  A lot.  You take a Severe Wound: Blast-scorched.  And you can hear Kaylee talking over the radio, but the words aren't easy to hear over the sturm undt drang of fire as you get out of the way of incoming heat.  So you've gotten a few moments of relative safety, but you were kind of sort of the rear guard, and there's nobody between the nerdlingers and Kaylee's sweet bottom but you!<br/><br/><em>So...what do you do?</em><br/><br/>--swipe cut to---<br/><br/><strong>Kaylee</strong>, the good news is that you can open this.  Easy-peasey.  The bad news is that at least one of your very expensive and hard to replace picks is no longer a going item.  In fact, if you hadn't dropped it as fast as you did, you'd probably be short a finger, because that was some serious acid at work.  Someone really didn't want unauthorized personnel opening this thing!  But you're just that damn good.<br/><br/>So it's open.  No longer secure.  But you don't get any reply from Diane, and that gunfire is getting both louder and closer!<br/><br/><em>What do you do?</em><br/><br/>--swipe cut to--<br/><br/><strong>Fio</strong>, you get at least part of your answer.  Scanners bring up nothing but static and snow.  Maybe there's something about this planet that does this.  Maybe someone has some serious jamming tech up and running.  Either way, you're sitting blind on the ground at the moment!  And you're stuck waiting for your fighting trousers to arrive.<br/><br/><em>Good question--how close DID you land to the target?</em>