<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/A3sqKMz.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Miria Lannik<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Unknown Planet, Hangar<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><strong>Defense:</strong><strong>Soak:</strong>3<strong>Wounds:</strong>0<strong>Strain:</strong><br/><strong>Injuries:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>The clanging of machine and sentient activity was actually calming, another similarity to home, and Miria slept rather easily. The news about Yaltin was a sobering return to the reality of their current situation, and her stomach dropped.<em>He was checking the sentry </em>I<em> disabled.</em>She had thought he would have fixed things rather easily and gotten back by the time they were even going to sleep.<br/><br/>"It just needs to be reset," she replied to Tina, shaking her head slowly. "If you can power it off and on from in here, you can do that," she said, this time to Baldric.<br/><br/>She stooped to collect her belongings, biting her lower lip hard. She remembered the teen walking past, barely out of boyhood and saddled with a task as important as maintaining their security. And it was her fault he was missing now.<br/><br/>She stood back up, her face composed again, and took a deep breath. "I'm so, so sorry. This is my fault. She's right, we<em>will</em>find him. They would have taken him to the nearest camp, right? Across the debris field?"