<div class="floatleft">(http://i60.tinypic.com/2a6330j.jpg)</div>Astrid (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1125571)<br/>Fetchling Swashbuckler<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Astrid hadn't been on ship for incredibly long, but she'd already learned two very important rules about reentry. First, despite how much fun it is to be falling, she should be strapped in so gravity suddenly appearing again doesn't send her careening around the room and into everything. Second, it is highly inappropriate to yell and whoop while this is happening.<br/><br/>She still did so in her head.<br/><br/>Once the ship finished landing and it was safe to stand up she unstrapped herself and made for her own quarters alongside Maud. Getting geared up was easy. She had her gun-belt, her sword-belt, her belt-belt, her radio, and her jacket. Oh and ammo of course. Her armor was a long leather jacket with a chain mesh inside of it and enough pockets she was sure there were some bullets she'd bought years ago still nested away somewhere. Probably next to a few trading cards and some gum that's too hard to chew.<br/><br/>She pinned her red-ish hair up, assholes can't pull it in the middle of a fight, and made sure that her eye glow didn't look weird before heading back to join everyone else. She'd been briefed on what they were supposed to do before, but the most important question hadn't been answered then. Well most important question beyond how much force was reasonable force when dealing with anyone else trying to loot it: answer, as much as necessary.<br/><br/>"So is this planet like an open coat or zipped up planet? No awful rain, swamp gas, or anything like that?"<br/>