<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/MyaAltera_zps2686c403.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Mya "Jinx" Altera<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Meeting Room<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Anyone<br/><br/>Mya walked slowly out of the briefing room finishing the last of her bag of pretzels as the comm link started beeping.  A smile crept over across her face as she hurried down the short corridor to the bridge.  Doing a quick scan of the view screens as she entered the bridge her grin grew larger, almost predatory as she threw herself into the pilot chair.  Releasing the autopilot her fingers danced across the control board like a ballerina moving to the music.  There was an unconscious music to Mya's movements when she was at the controls of a vehicle, the Dame was no different.  "Long range sensors have two ships, one three hundred thousand kilometers behind the first."  Mya checked the sensors again adjusting their course to best mask their approach.  Turning to a secondary console, she punched in another series of commands a soft hum filled the cockpit as the lights dimmed to a red hue.  Anyone watching the Dame from the outside would see the ship slowly shimmer out of existence only to be replaced by a very faint distortion of light, which is generally absent in space.<br/><br/>"Cloak is active....  Her voice tied into the crews commlinks so everyone was aware of the developing situation.  She sat back in the high backed pilot chair and closed her eyes for a second.  Her J-Suit activated, merging with the ships drive controls.  Within seconds the ship was making small course adjustments and thrust changes.  Mya simply sat in the chair watching the sensor readings."We're eight hundred thousand kilometers out.  Closing fast.  We'll be in range in ten minutes.<br/>