<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/786589781341966338/89su4zNj.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Septimus Cortess (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=269894.msg13313651#msg13313651)<br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Expedient Devil</em>, Somewhere<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><strong>Defense:</strong>0/0<strong>Soak:</strong>4<strong>Wounds:</strong>0<strong>Strain:</strong>0<br/><strong>Injuries:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/>The Force seemed to be on their side, or Fate or whatever higher power one believed in.  Septimus however would steadfastly refuse to believe it was luck.  It was preparedness to move a delicate and dangerous cargo when the previous crew reached their destination. At Tina's words, Septimus gave a nod and started to move some of the less hazardous material still in their crates and containers out of the way as he moved towards the panel which would vent the hold, an action which was safe to do since the ship was in atmosphere.  Life support would be taxed filtering out the less than ideal air outside, but it was nothing which would cause any short term harm to anyone.<br/><br/>Septimus reached the panel and swore, unsure if it was operating correctly or not, and also not willing to risk it failing when they needed it to work.  Septimus turned towards Miria and made a gesture.<strong>"Miria if you would perhaps inspect this panel.  The damage upon it maybe superficial but it is best not take the risk when a little more caution and time can be used, and I will admit I am no engineer who could repair something which needed it, at least not without help and instruction."</strong>