<div class="floatright">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/bd0d5b3d-d5aa-4913-b587-901d54b582f7/d8hjjlz-79555304-5f4c-4ba0-9369-c14c65a631b8.jpg/v1/fill/w_1024,h_1924,q_75,strp/badass_scifi_gal_by_leejj_d8hjjlz-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTkyNCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2JkMGQ1YjNkLWQ1YWEtNDkxMy1iNTg3LTkwMWQ1NGI1ODJmN1wvZDhoampsei03OTU1NTMwNC01ZjRjLTRiYTAtOTM2OS1jMTRjNjVhNjMxYjguanBnIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwMjQifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.-c8yS5bhEYKcnM-yhzQbLDWwPK_ynjb8LPIeqUIGg04)</div><tt class="bbc_tt"><strong>Name:</strong> Reva Morten (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315224.msg15234208#msg15234208)<br/><strong>SP:</strong> 45/45      <strong>HP:</strong> 34/34      <strong>RP:</strong> 6/6<br/><strong>Weapon IN HAND:</strong> Tactical semi-auto pistol +8, 1d6+2 P (30 ft), 9/9 charges<br/><strong>Equipped Armour:</strong> D-suit I (EAC 19, KAC 20)<br/><strong>Carried Weapons:</strong> Tactical baton +7, 1d4+2 B (melee)<br/><strong>Consumables:</strong> flash grenade I (2), stickybomb grenade I (2), canteen, 2 days rations</tt><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>The maintenance crawl-space was not too difficult to find, all things considered. It would be ideal for traversing the ship undetected—somewhat less claustrophobic than the ventilation shafts, at least—and Reva was about to suggest a marching order when a shrill beep immediately caught her attention. The nearby sentry drone appeared to notice Jules a moment ago, sure enough, so when Reva left him to stand watch as they searched, she was almost not surprised when he alerted her to a shadow approaching the portal at the end of the gangway.<strong>"Incoming,"</strong>she called out almost simultaneously to Lyssiah. Making sure the ceiling hatch was closed back up, she pushed off the wall and bounded over in low-G to take up position just inside the workshop door, with her loyal hover-drone following closely behind.<br/><br/><strong>"They must have sent a party to follow up. If we're going to stage an ambush, now's the time,"</strong>she said, glancing at Valerie and Lyssiah in turn. Her heart began to race. Gripping her pistol in one hand, she moved the other to her belt and the flash grenades attached to it. If the lot of them decided to search around, a fight was looking to be inevitable.