<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/>Well, maybe next time, eh? She'd hoped that her little jibes would get at least a chuckle out of Lyssie, but it seemed like that was a pipedream for another day. She felt like she was close, at the very least - that had to have at least earned a smile! - but Lyssie was so determined to be a sourpuss most of the time that it was going to take a concerted effort to crack through her shell in any meaningful way. Don't get her wrong, she did like Lyssie a great deal; she was a reliable teammate, and despite her misanthropic demeanour, she could tell that deep down, Lyssie did genuinely want friends. She just...couldn't always bring herself to express the trust required. That was fine, of course, people had tough and shitty lives and they dealt with it in their own ways. But being unable to unwind and have fun, being unable to go through a day without looking askance at your neighbour, or without looking over your shoulder? That sorta shit was gonna give you an ulcer eventually, if you were<em>lucky.</em>People couldn't escape death and betrayal. It'd happen regardless, right? So why spend your downtime being so dour and glum? You might as well live it up while you had the chance!<br/><br/>They spent about half an hour chatting back and forth - it was a good way to establish that everything was ok; if they were chatting away happily and then suddenly one of them didn't respond, well, they'd know that something was up, right? Besides, filling the silence was a good way to unwind and reduce the stress of the situation they found themselves in by offering some small amount of distraction - before the door pinged open. Pretty much as soon as Reva game them the all clear, they were clambering down from their perch - mercifully not having spotted anybody approaching - to see the open airlock. Of course, they didn't enter just yet, instead thoroughly investigating the small corridor first and the dead body that lay just inside the entrance. It was a member of the Swarm, the enemy that the ship had been fighting when it disappeared...so at least one of them had managed to board before it got destroyed. Or maybe after? Who knew? The fact that the internal door had been buckled inwards suggested a boarding party of sorts, or a direct hit from some kind of concussive weaponry.<br/><br/>The Swarm seemed long dead, at least, which implied that he had been dead when the Vesk had arrived...and that they hadn't bothered exploring and clearing this part of the ship. She glanced at Reva.<strong>"Well, y're our resident sexy nurse,"</strong>She said with a small grin.<strong>"Any clue how 'n when it died? Suffocation, decompression, laser-cannon lobotomy, a long, harrowin' 'n inspirational fight wit' cancer...?"</strong>She trailed off as she stepped inside the ship slowly, eyes sweeping for traps or hidden enemies, rifle lifted to her shoulder. There didn't<em>seem</em>to be any nasty surprises just yet...but you never knew, right? After a moments thought, she pointed her rifle at the Swarms head and fired a single shot at it. Just in case.