<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/>- "Celebratory spankings?!" repeated Lyssiah with a frown, not sure that she heard Val correctly, her mind distracted by thinking about their next steps. The ship's occupants probably have booby-trapped entrances, making silent entrance nigh impossible.. at least that is what she would've done if she was in their place, and Lyssiah actually<em>was</em>in their place a years ago, while being a part of a smuggler crew. Unless... she found the correct wires and knew how to disable the traps. Hopefully, she'd succeed in doing it and...<br/>Lyssiah blinked and turned to Valerie with incredulous look clearly visible through the visor of her space suit.  "You... ummm..." she stammered, trying to see if Valerie was serious or not. "...with which merc crew did you do your last job, so I'd know whom to keep my distance?" she asked, amused by the momentary image that formed in her mind where extremely drunk Valerie was spanking equally drunk and giggling Reva, trying hard not to smile.