<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/4/4c/ValerieStar01.png/468px-ValerieStar01.png)</div><tt class="bbc_tt"><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Valerie Orion</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315224.msg15234052#msg15234052)<br/><strong>SP:</strong> 36 / 36      <strong>HP:</strong> 35 / 35      <strong>RP:</strong> 6 / 6<br/><strong>Weapon IN HAND:</strong> Azimuth Laser Rifle<br/><strong>Equipped Armour:</strong> Vesk Overplate I<br/><strong>Carried Weapons:</strong> Survival Knife, Tactical Semi-Auto Pistol <br/><br/><strong>Consumables:</strong> Rations x3, Intoxicant x3<br/><br/><strong>Spells/Abilities:</strong> Celestial Radiance 3 / 3, Envoy Improvisation</tt><br/><br/><hr/><br/>A part of her wanted to poke around in the storage rooms; you never knew what you might find of use in one of those crumpled up containers, after all, and being in a vacuum meant that a lot of the food and water would have been perfectly fine. Maybe not tasty, per say, but they'd at least be edible in a bad situation. Certainly, with the destruction of their ride outta there, they would need all of the supplies they could get. So, as they passed, she did dart in and grab some of the less destroyed packets of emergency rations and whatnot, just in case; if they got to the position where they needed them, they were probably fucked anyway, but hey. At least they could survive for a few hours longer than they otherwise might have, and those few hours might make the difference between an early and grisly death, and surviving to a slightly later grisly death. And hey, anything that put off her grisly death couldn't be a bad thing, right? She shoved as many of ration packs that looked like they might still be intact into her pack as she could find before she moved up to follow the rest of her little party into the bowels of the ship.<br/><br/>Eventually, they inevitably came to signs of life. There was an illuminated corridor further down with what was obviously a forcefield holding whatever atmosphere they'd managed to cultivate in there in place, which was just bad security. You were telling anybody nearby that that was where you had set up camp, and without any kinds of cameras or traps nearby? Unless the traps were good enough that they had simply walked straight past them and they were on a delayed trigger or something. But in that case, they were fucked anyway! Well, Lyssie and Rev were bent to doing their computer magic stuff, which left Val to act as lookout; she wasn't the best with technology overall, and she had the best night vision, so it only made sense that she'd be put on guard duty. She positioned herself beside the wall, getting at least some degree of cover from the direction of the forcefield, her eyes roving the corridor to look for any kind of unusual or suspicious activity. She hummed softly under her breath as Reva and Lyssie worked.<strong>"Outta curiosity, Revvy, how hard would it be t' shut down the forcefield generator 'n suffocate the Vesk stupid enough t' not be wearin' helmets?"</strong>She asked idly. Hopefully they wouldn't need to find out, but...well. Plan for the worst, and all your surprises would be happy!