<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/A3sqKMz.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Miria Lannik<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Unknown Planet,<em>Expedient Devil</em><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/>With the fires out, Miria tried to put the extinguisher she'd grabbed back into place. The clips bent, then snapped back into place, then bent again, and she threw the thing down the hall, where hopefully it wouldn't come back into the cockpit and ruin their day on the way down. "Time's up, strap in!" she called out to Septimus, hauling herself into one of the chairs in the cockpit. She barely managed to get the crash webbing strapped across her chest before the vibrations made the task nearly impossible.<br/><br/>Once the ship finally stopped moving, she pulled her rebreather loose and looked around. Everybody looked okay. The view outside the cockpit wasn't particularly inviting, but there were certainly worse places to land. "That was wild. Nice work, you two." She stood up, and looked around at the various displays. The Twi'lek's assessment of the damage looked pretty spot-on to her. The ship<em>might</em>be able to lift off again, but she definitely didn't want to chance it without some work first.<br/><br/>She leaned over to retrieve her backpack from beneath a console, where it had wedged itself about as far as it could. It fought her for a moment, but she pulled it free, and dug around inside. She came out with a set of heavy, durable clothing, which she dumped onto the seat in front of her, then slung the backpack over her shoulders. "I've got some basic climbing equipment and macrobinoculars in here. But before we set out anywhere, I think we should check the cargo hold. Before we dropped out of hyperspace, there was a warning about the hold. I don't think we want to get back here and find out that the cargo was a bunch of angry gundarks or anything."<br/><br/>She pulled her glow rod loose from its hook on her utility belt, and grabbed her blaster in her right hand. She clicked the light on and off to check that it still worked, and headed aft through the door, with a glance over her shoulder at the other two. "Are either of you two good in a fight? I'm... not really much of a shot, to be honest." Her blaster was utilitarian and rugged, without any fancy frills or added gadgets. She'd chosen it from a handful of options back home because it would stand up well in the nasty environment of her homeworld, and had only ever had to actually use it a handful of times outside of practice.