<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/77/00/6c/77006c801d8ffa0356acf74b0b007aae.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Lur Galvan<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hangar Bay, Final Frontier<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Shassaa/Everyone<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong><br/><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:<br/><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong>Not this time<br/><br/>This was looking more and more like a straight up fight. In other words, a job for the Army. Lur was a pilot and a slicer, not a soldier. But they didn’t exactly seem to have a lot of choices. He studied the readouts he’d gotten again, and did his best to think it through logically. “So far, we don’t know we’re going to have to fight anyone. I’m not sure what the clusters mean. Maybe the crew split up for some reason? Factionalized or something? As long as this ship’s been missing, damn near anything could have happened.”<br/><br/>All that said, he had a bad feeling this wasn’t going to be as peaceful as he’d have preferred. “From the bridge, we can run the ship. From Engineering, we can do that and a lot more, like take over gravity and life support, among other things. Just to be safe, I’d say we go see what’s going on down in Engineering. If things get nasty, they’re not going to vent to vacuum if we’re standing next to them.” At least, that’s what he hoped.<br/><br/>While he waited for the others to speak up, he checked his Pad connections, kept probing the computer core, and surreptitiously checked the seating of his blaster in its holster. Lur was no speed-draw artist, and not the best marksman either, but he wasn’t going to die from something as stupid as his weapon getting caught up when he tried to pull it.<br/>