<br/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/bd/6d/48/bd6d489c542c479491006f30bb1efb60.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kiyanee<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The bridge/ Melded<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>open<br/><em>And so, a prosaic exercise leads us into interesting times,</em>Keys thought to herself.<br/><br/>"Hold position, please. Dispatching a remote, and trying to access their logs."  From the equatorial ring of their vessel, a sleek dart-shaped device awoke from slumber at its Mistress' call, released itself from the docking latch, unfolded several arms. One of Kiyanee's four 'pets', the Skyfall drone could be configured for anything from elintel gathering and suppression to EMP to close fire support. The currently active one only had its basic sensors and a single flechette gun installed at the moment- but the drone, expensive as it was, was far more replaceable than a member of the crew. Wobbling a bit as its gyros came up, it drifted across the gap between the two ships and slithered through the breach in the hull behind the assault force.<br/><br/>"I am also watching the other vessel. So far, they remain seemingly unaware of our presence."<br/><br/>All this had taken roughly two and a half seconds, objective.  In the meanwhile, Kiyanee did what she could to find out what the raider had been up to before their meeting. She'd know more once her drone was fully inside, and could see first-hand what the others had encountered.<br/><br/>"I am showing an ordered security lockdown on the lower hold and adjacent maintenance spaces. Time/date/trigger...sixteen hours ago, relative. Looking for any internal sensors that might tell me more."