<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/48/03/0f/48030ffdc622bba6678fab36f0ed6256.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Nat Tuo</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Respite,</em>Lounge<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><strong>Wounds: 0/14</strong><strong>Strain: 0/11</strong><strong>Status: </strong><br/><hr/><br/>Nat shifted uneasily in her seat. Sure, something large<em>might</em>have drifted into their path through hyperspace. Maybe Nat was just paranoid, but she was willing to bet something had been<em>placed</em>in their path.<br/><br/>"I think we just found the answer to your question," Nat replied to Claire. "Either we have a real sloppy astrogator, or someone knew the ship was headed this way. And I don't know which of those things scares me more."<br/><br/>Honestly, the Nautolan would almost prefer to have their ship under attack. Bad navicomputing was a good way to reduce a ship to its component atoms. Turbolasers would at least leave some vestiges of scrap floating in space.