<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/elmTVS8.png)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Jennifer Tarleton</span></strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1qIQ4wdGp2XF0GXVHPoVyQ2MhBZ_WvFhS5vnLxabUE4A/edit)<br/><br/>Jen double-checked her screens, and gave a silent nod at the order to engage... but promptly groaned as Skids immediately broke formation before a proper battle plan could be formulated.  "Great, just fucking great.  He's gonna get himself blown away.  No way is he gonna get close enough without them having lock on him."<br/><br/>She clicked her comms over.  "Javier, stay with me.  They're going to try to flank him.  When they do, that's when we splash them.  They don't go after him, then we'll just rabbit hunt," she said, craning her neck as she looked around.  This was not normal.  Coming in on one direction like this?  Whoever was in charge over there, they weren't being very bright.  And Skids showing off like that... well, if she were loyal, she'd have his ass for dinner for revealing way too much of the capabilities of the tech they'd been able to research.<br/><br/>She glanced at her own scans, trying to figure out where this little group had come in from, as well as tweaking the settings on her own weapons slightly to make the missiles more effective at long range.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">01 on Read Sensory Instruments of 74, 25 on Navigation: Space of 98, and 39 on Weapons Systems of 98</div></div>