<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/><br/><strong>"Damnation!" </strong>snarled Lyssiah, inspecting yet another output on her computer screen.<strong>"You think so smart? Well, let's see how you like this!" </strong>she exclaimed hitting a button and running another command, sounding almost excited. For a few seconds, she stared at the computer screen without blinking, then cursed again when she saw another output, with many red letters running on the screen. It seemed that she was oblivious to her surroundings, totally immersed in the process of trying to break into the terminal. But that wasn't exactly true. Out of habit more than anything else, Lyssiah listened intently to her surroundings, just in case.<strong>"Not sure it is a good idea Val"</strong>she said absentmindedly, typing yet another command on her computer, without looking up.<strong>"If the ship has active systems, it would surely have some precautions against sudden decompression. At best, this will kill a couple of our friends and alert the rest about infiltrators..."</strong>