<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> (None)<br/><strong>Equipped Armour:</strong> D-suit I (EAC 19, KAC 20)<br/><strong>Carried Weapons:</strong> Tactical baton +7, 1d4+2 B (melee); tactical semi-auto pistol +8, 1d6+2 P (30 ft), 9/9 charges<br/><strong>Consumables:</strong> flash grenade I (2), stickybomb grenade I (2), canteen, 2 days rations</tt><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Reva made note of the black stakes planted near the hangar—homing beacons, likely, which meant regular air traffic. Valerie was right; this wreck had squatters.<br/><br/><strong>"My thinking is,"</strong>she began, still watching the hangar area in her right eye via Jules,<strong>"There's a spot on the far side where it looks like the bulk-head was breached. We just have to follow the ridge a but farther. It might be tricky terrain, but the low gravity should make it easier for us, and I got tools if we need to cut a way in."</strong>She patted the strap of her backpack.<strong>"Just got the feeling that going in through the hangar almost guarantees we get noticed, especially if there's ship traffic."</strong><br/><br/>Most of all, what Reva wanted was to keep the element of surprise. This was always a tough part, for her: Running out of information. All she really had to inform her preference at this point was that she did not know for certain that the upper decks were patrolled, which was not the case for the hangar.<br/><br/><strong>"What do you say, Lyssiah? High or low?"</strong>