<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/>It was only now that she could see the wrecked cruiser's vast, dark silhouette spreading across the plain that Reva got an appreciation for just how big an Immortal was, up close. The military cruiser must have been a true menace in its time.<em>Full salvage rights, no finder's fee.</em>The original ship was surely worth a fortune, but the big problem in cases like these, she knew, were the looters; salvage rights in space like this usually went to whoever could defend their claim. Reva had heard many a story of how, every now and then, especially important and secret prizes drew entire warring fleets of mercenary and pirate ships. Skirmishes like these yielded more wrecks, and more looters, and a bigger market for information. Finding ample evidence of prior activity, for a moment she wondered about her place, their place, in that whole ecosystem.<br/><br/>With Valerie keeping a look-out, Reva focused her attention to guiding Jules along the outside, using his laser rangefinding to crudely "feel" his way along, noting any large irregularities in the ship's surface.<strong>"Looks like it's in no danger of collapsing on us,"</strong>she said to the other two.<strong>"Still think we should try starting at one of the upper levels, but … I'm not sure which deck the crew cabin is on these. I can park Jules to keep eyes on the hangar while we look."</strong>She brought him around to land about 50 feet at an oblique angle from the hangar's entrance, staying clear from the black markers and keeping his torch off. In this state he should be very hard to distinguish from the surrounding rocks and debris, and a ship coming or going would be more than enough to alert his motion sensors.