<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/4/4c/ValerieStar01.png/468px-ValerieStar01.png)</div><tt class="bbc_tt"><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Valerie Orion</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315224.msg15234052#msg15234052)<br/><strong>SP:</strong> 36 / 36      <strong>HP:</strong> 35 / 35      <strong>RP:</strong> 6 / 6<br/><strong>Weapon IN HAND:</strong> Azimuth Laser Rifle<br/><strong>Equipped Armour:</strong> Vesk Overplate I<br/><strong>Carried Weapons:</strong> Survival Knife, Tactical Semi-Auto Pistol <br/><br/><strong>Consumables:</strong> Rations x3, Intoxicant x3<br/><br/><strong>Spells/Abilities:</strong> Celestial Radiance 3 / 3, Envoy Improvisation</tt><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The rest of the trip, mercifully, was largely uneventful; whilst that could be good or bad depending on the situation, she for the moment decided to take it as a<em>good</em>thing. It meant that they weren't being attacked, they didn't see any other scouts or ships hovering over head and it meant that their buggy didn't ride over a dune and go floating into space, ne'er to return to solid ground...so on the whole, it could certainly have been worse. After they left their buggy parked in a convenient crater - hopefully switching the lights off would disguise it from sight if anybody flew overhead - she followed the other two up to the edge of the ridge overlooking the crashed ship, hunkering down prone to flatten her profile against any prying eyes. She hefted her rifle up to her shoulder, ready to fire if she needed to, though she hoped that she didn't; she never<em>liked</em>fighting per say, she'd much prefer to get to talking and schmoozing and walk away with a heart full of love and a pocket full of donated coin, but...well. In the wider 'verse, if you didn't know how to fight, you ended up dead. Or worse.<br/><br/>Besides, a woman who could look good and still kick ass? That was gonna be a<em>hell</em>of a role model for all the little girls out there when she made it big! Her eyes scanned over the derelict ship, searching for any sign of movement or life. Whilst she found no immediate indication that anything was down there, the fact that the power was on and there were tire tracks and burn marks was...disturbing. It didn't necessarily mean that it was at all recent - with the lack of an atmosphere, tire tracks and burn marks could last for years, if not longer, and it was always hard to tell how old they were from such a long distance anyway - but it certainly implied that the possibility was there. The power could easily be from a still-intact backup generator of some sort, but...that was a reach and she knew it. She hummed softly in the back of her lungs, tapping her fingers on the rock.<strong>"There ain't no way to tell how old th' marks are, what with no wind'n stuff to cover it up,"</strong>she mused to herself.<br/><br/>She glanced at Lyssiah, teasing flirtation gone; she'd fuck around with the best of 'em, but if there were enemies nearby, she needed her head on straight.<strong>"'N if they have stuff that can hack our comms, <em>and</em> know enough about our location t've done it already...well, we're already fucked no matter what we do, eh?"</strong>She grinned.<strong>"So there's no point worryin' about it either way. Best thing t' do is keep on goin' like th' answer's no, 'cause if it's yes, nothin' we can do'll matter anyway. Yeah?"</strong>A depressing thought, but...hey. Reality wasn't always sunshine and rainbows, now was it?<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Valerie Rolled Perception: 1d20a12 Result: 27 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=143559)</div></div>