<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1e/80/f2/1e80f2abe068fbf805c7d440c10c5089.jpg)</div><tt class="bbc_tt"><br/><strong>Name:Lyssiah Stormwhisper</strong>     <br/><strong>SP:</strong> 35/35      <strong>HP:</strong> 34/34      <strong>RP:</strong> 5/5<br/><strong>Weapon IN HAND: Laser pistol, Corona (2d4+2, Burn 1d4, 20 charges)</strong><br/><strong>Equipped Armour:Carbon Skin, Graphite (agility enhancer, mk 1) (with armor bonuses EAC: 16, KAC: 17)</strong><br/><strong>Carried Weapons:Survival knife (1d4+2 , Analog, operative), Semi-auto pistol, tactical (1d6+2)</strong><br/><br/><strong>Consumables:</strong><br/>medkit (basic), antitoxin (tier 1) (1), field ration (1), r2e (2), serum of healing mk  (2)<br/><strong>Additional Equipment:</strong> Backpack, Battery (6) (20 charges each), Computer (tier 3), Comm-unit (personal)<br/><strong>Spells/Abilities:</strong><br/>Trick Attack, Evasion, Holographic Distraction, Debilitating Trick<br/></tt><br/><br/><hr/>As she waited for the ship to land and her team to arrive to the loading bay, seemingly at ease, leaning on the wall with hands crossed against her chest. But she wasn't at ease, not at all. Something had been bothering her since the day she met with the mediator and her new team, but she couldn't pinpoint what exactly. The information broker and her old smuggler contacts knew something but didn't tell her - the only conclusion she had that they were afraid. The mediator they got the assignment from gave them only partial and frankly worthless images of the derelict ship and the mission itself - who would care enough to arrange mercs after belongings of some dead soldier? And why? Especially, after so many years! If one would couple this to the fact military-grade equipment started appearing on the black market some time ago - there was someone out there and that someone obviously got money from being there. Someone who could make experienced smuggler captains afraid was someone Lyssiah wouldn't want to cross. But... now she had no choice, now, considering what she owed to Valerie. This meant she'd need to see it through that they both survived. She sighed.<br/><br/>The ship landed with a dull clank on the surface, and as the bay doors slowly opened, Lyssiah felt a tingle of excitement, despite her suspicions, but suppressed the feeling. When working, emotion only led to irrationality, and irrational behaviour got you killed, one way or another. She let both girls go ahead, shaking her head disapprovingly at Valerie who bumped her with her hip as she passed her. For the millionth time she wondered how Valerie can combine so much silliness and a difficult and often deadly work of a mercenary. How did she even alive so far?!<br/>Watching carefully how those two moved and looking over their equipment, Lyssiah noted Reva's tidy and well-kept gear. She will do, Lyssiah thought, the way Reva walked in a spacesuit revealed experience.<br/>She walked to the buggy after the team, considering briefly to advice against taking it - she always preferred stealth above convenience - one may never know what is out there, but hey, the spacesuits had limited air, so Valerie was right. They needed speed to allow extra air for unforeseen circumstances.<br/>Before entering the buggy, she looked back, just to make sure nobody forgot any equipment, double checked the charge in her laser pistol and peeked into her backpack. For this mission, she took a week's supply of field rations and a couple of Ready-to-Eat packages, just in case. Some water and medical supplies, spare recharging batteries and a backup weapon completed the picture - she liked to travel light and didn't need much in luxuries and equipment. And of course, she brought a computer too, they were likely to meet some closed doors that needed bypassing and considering their target was a military ship, some automated defence systems might be still on-line.<br/>Everything was in order, which wasn't surprising, since Lyssiah made sure to double check her equipment days ago, preparing her backpack for any kind of emergency or quick evacuation, just in case.<br/><br/>Once in a buggy, she flipped the comm channel switch to make sure only her team was hearing her and said in a quiet voice - "you know, Val, you are wrong. Our generous hosts are obviously smugglers and they know how to do a hidden approach. I suggest we ride the buggy almost all the way but dismount several kilometres away at a hidden point. I've got bad feeling about this and if someone *is* there, I prefer to be the one who jumps on them first, yes?"<br/><br/>She glanced approvingly towards Reva as she set out Jules to watch for surprises - she always appreciated caution in others, then fished computer out of her backpack. As a precaution, Lyssiah uploaded a map of the moon on her computer so now, it would come in handy. She settled down and opened navigation application with the moon map, motioning for Valerie to come closer. "Hey, Valerie, let's take a look at the map together, we need to plan where we would disembark and how we will continue from there on foot" - she said, not even considering the possibility others might disagree. For her it black and white, really - not taking all possible precautions was a foreign concept.