<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1205.photobucket.com/albums/bb440/Khadavla/Trip.png)</div>Silk<br/><br/>Excitement coursed through Sasha Tatski’s veins, but also quite a bit of concern.  Not so much for herself as for her less experienced friends.  She glanced at Dawn with a smile and said, “I’ll get into position.”<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1205.photobucket.com/albums/bb440/Khadavla/1300668132864.png)</div>Moving to the weapons locker she drew out her chromatophor(sp)-lined sniper rifle and peeled quickly out of her clothing.  On her way down to the deck, her image fuzzed as her colors blended with the bulkheads, rendering the blond girl virtually invisible.<br/><br/><em>Stealth:  5 Successes</em><br/><br/>Silk gave her friends a grin and offered, “This is going to be easier than I thought.  Hide the guns in the smuggler’s compartment, quickly.  We’ll let them take us to their leaders and improvise from there.”<br/>She turned to her sister and gave her a wink, “They won’t know what hit them.”<br/>The redhead took of few easy breath.  Then she replied to the communication in a steady but nervous voice.  “This is the Little Beam.  We are carrying no cargo, nor any wealthy passengers.  We are simple explorers.  I pray you, leave us in peace and find a better target.”<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://missionsunknown.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/orion_slave_girl.jpg)</div><br/>Jania chose that moment to give a nervous whimper.  The green girl swallowed hard, suddenly nowhere near as confidant as she had been up ‘til now.  The curvy doctor straightened her back and nodded, gathering her courage.<br/>