<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NXdPODS.jpg?1)   </div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>ERN-251</strong></span><br/>Android Huntress (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1127704)<br/>AC: 16|Teamwork Feat: Spirit of the Corps|Aspect: +4 Perception<br/>. . . . .</span><br/><br/>ERN-251 felt the pleasurable flush of a completed task rush through her.  She stood still for a moment, listening for the sound of anything else approaching: a mate or predator that might challenge them for the kill.  Doing her best to ignore Astrid's discussion of fluid excretion, she tilted her head and considered Phalaenopsys' comment.  The creature did not appear pleasant to her.  It didn't appear appetizing, either, and she was generally content with the corned beef gelatin soy packets the others refused to touch.  She shrugged, stabbed it once more in the area she assumed a heart was likely to be and stepped back to clean her weapon.<br/><br/><strong>"The polearm may have some intrinsic monetary value, captain."</strong>ERN-251 stepped away from it, letting Taria and Mera work out whatever dibs system - or lack thereof - was in place.<strong> "Those directions seem to make little sense in relation to the overall structure.  They may have been marked before the collapse.  Alternatively, their cryptic nature may be intentional, indicating they relate to something hidden: either a cache or a trap."</strong>