<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/A3sqKMz.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Miria Lannik<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ord Mantell, Tenxi, Spaceport Pad 29<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><strong>Defense:</strong>0/0<strong>Soak:</strong>3<strong>Wounds:</strong>0<strong>Strain:</strong>0<br/><strong>Injuries:</strong>-<br/><hr/><br/>Miria stopped just inside the entrance with a quiet gasp of relief, her hands dropping from the sides of her head. She quickly shuffled sideways to allow the others to enter, and blinked as she tried to look around. As her eyes adjusted, she wasn't very impressed with the view. The ship was hardly in better condition than the one she'd stripped in a junk-heap, but (some of) the lights were on, and there was a display panel near the hatch.<br/><br/>"Hello?" she called out into the dim ship. As she listened for a response, she moved to the panel, pulling up the essential diagnostics. Which turned out to be much more easily done than she'd expected, as her request was not challenged at all. It looked like the ship<em>should</em>be space-worthy, despite the look of the interior.<br/><br/>Speaking of which, she gave a look around again. The ship was definitely suffering from some pretty bad wear and tear, but it looked like it was mostly minor electrical problems. There was one part that stuck out, and it was the hallway. A closer look revealed that it was a mess of specific systems. She wondered, for a moment, if she could repair it, but in the meantime, it would probably allow the group access to all the ship's systems, and that was pretty useful. "Careful, some of those are probably still live. Stay clear of them for now," she pointed the tangle of wires out to the others, just in case.<br/><br/>"I think the ship should be good to launch!" she called up to the cockpit, where Tina was already well underway on her own checks and procedures. As she turned her back on the mess, she caught a glimpse through the cockpit canopy of a small group of protestors, moving slowly closer as they gave ground. She shivered as she watched them for a moment, then leaned into the cockpit. "I can't fly, but I can work some computer systems, or plot courses if you need. I don't think anything needs critical work to get off the ground, though." The words came out in a bit of a rush, but her sharp enunciation only made it uncomfortable-sounding, rather than unclear.<br/><br/>She shifted uncomfortably, and her right hand went down to gently touch the top of her blaster.<em>What in the galaxy happened here?</em>The state of the ship was a mystery, but now was not the time to investigate that.