<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Character Reference</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/Aic2JYo.jpg)</div><tt class="bbc_tt">Kristina Lakeshia<br/>Teamster: Once per session, a Teamster may re-roll a roll on the Panic Effect Table.<br/><br/>Stress: 2<br/>Resolve: 0<br/>Max Health: 86<br/><br/>STR: 43<br/>SPD: 45<br/>INT: 34<br/>COM: 43<br/><br/>  SAVES<br/>Sanity: 30<br/>Fear:   35<br/>Body:   30<br/>Armour: 35<br/><br/>  SKILLS<br/>Zero-G<br/>Mechanical Repair<br/>Piloting<br/>Driving<br/>Astrogation<br/>Athletics<br/><br/>  EQUIPMENT (Loadout: Excavation)<br/>Pendant: Two Astronauts form a Skull<br/>Patch: Nuclear Symbol<br/>Credits: 270<br/>Crowbar, Hand Welder, Laser Cutter, Body Cam, Bioscanner, Infrared Goggles, Lockpick Set, Vaccsuit (Oxygen Tank, Mag-Boots, Short-Range Comms)</tt><br/><br/>As a child Kristina stared up at the darkness of the night sky and dreamed of traveling between the stars.  As an adult, as little more than a glorified space trucker, Kristina often dreams of the wide open spaces and endless skies of home.  <br/><br/>Kristina signed up with (corporation) at eighteen.  She went through the training program first as a mechanic before ‘graduating,’ after a nine month long tour in space, to pilot.  <br/><br/>Kristina is a bit of a fatalist, and a bit of a perfectionist.  She has seen a number of friends and coworkers die due to negligence or simple bad luck, and has run salvage on a number of derelict ships.  Negligence she can prepare for and ward off, bad luck she just has to come to terms with.  She wears a nuclear patch on her flight suit as a callback to one of her first jobs, hauling radioactive fuel around dockside. </div></div><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/Aic2JYo.jpg)</div>Kristina groaned her way out of darkness as cold life slowly returned to her body.  She hated cryosleep, despised it with every fibre of her being.  It was not just that it wasn't, at least for her, regular sleep.  There were no dreams, but there was also not an instantaneous shift.  She always felt like she was dragging herself from an endless pit of darkness when she woke, that she was clawing her way back out of an early grave.  She knew it was all in her head, had heard all the stories of what happened if you didn't go into sleep, but that didn't make it any more pleasant.  Plus, well, she was the damn<em>pilot</em>.  It was somewhere between frustrating and terrifying to not be at the helm as the ship hurtled through space.<br/><br/>"Yeah, yeah."  She muttered as she heard the android talking.  She hated how vulnerable she was as she slept, and as she woke.  Another thing to add to the list.  The android could kill them all just because it flipped a bit, and she'd never even know.  The ship could break down and... that was that.  She'd seen the results.  She opened her eyes as soon as she could figure out just where they were, and as soon as they were no longer frozen shut, if only so she could dispel the last of the darkness dragging her down.  She reached for her clothes without waiting for the greenlight.  It was modern technology, it could do it while she moved.  She began to dress before she even climbed out of the tube.  Simple clothes, functional clothes.  Boy-shorts in navy-blue, a matching bra, a white tank-top, and a half-zipped flightsuit.  Soft curves, pale skin, and lean muscle all concealed beneath utilitarian clothing.<br/><br/>"What's the status Seven?"  Kristina asked as she leaned against her tube and tried to keep herself from swaying too much.  It would wear off soon, she knew that much.  "Time lost?  Everything in order?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2020-03-10 02:19:35, PerpetuallyAnnoyedCleric (uid: 61108) rolls: 1d100 Result: 65 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=145241)</div></div>