<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/>Well, she'd had a plan for keeping in contact - it was fairly easy when there was nothing but the vacuum of space around them; they could keep talking to each other over their comms without risk of being overheard by passers-by unless they hacked their Comms unit, which would mean that they were screwed anyway because they knew they were there - but it wasn't like it really mattered. She just shrugged and went along with Lyssie as she began climbing up the ridge, keeping half an eye out for any of the scouts or crew of the gang or whatever it was as she climbed. They'd be pretty visible up on the ridge to any fighters or other craft flying overhead, and if they moved in the wrong way when the wrong person was looking at them it would be game over, but considering the possible consequences of being caught in the open with their pants down? It was a necessary risk, and definitely the lesser of two evils. At least if their movement was seen, they had a good chance of killing the spotters before they were properly discovered, and given that the only ship they'd seen flying around had been the fighter...maybe they were in the clear.<br/><br/>They reached the ridge in decent enough time, and Val immediately set about nestling herself down into a prone position, peeking out of the ridge with her gun by her side. Not poked out of the ridge just yet, of course, but nearby in case she needed to use it.<strong>"Rev, we're in position 'n ready t' party. Over."</strong>She shifted a little bit to get more comfortable. Her larger chest always made things uncomfortable when she had to squat down on the floor like this, but it was a sacrifice that had to be made! God, she couldn't wait to get inside so she could unbuckle her armour a bit to let the girls breathe a bit easier. She hummed softly to herself, then glanced at Lyssie beside her.<strong>"So Lyssie,"</strong>she said airily, keeping half an eye on Reva's work and the other eye on the approaches.<strong>"Whatd'ya reckon our scaly pals are doin' out here? They're obviously part'a some bigger group. Probably a crime syndicate or somethin', or maybe hired guns."</strong>She shrugged.<br/><br/><strong>"Either way, they didn' blow up our ride for shits 'n giggles. So obviously, they're lookin' for somethin'. Could they be after what we're after, or d'ya reckon there's more important shit on that hunk'a scrap?"</strong>She considered for a moment.<strong>"Flight data? Passwords? Some advanced tech tha' they wanna re-engineer? Alien eggs?"</strong>She tapped the chin of her helmet.<strong>"Ancient cursed gold? A map to th' fountain'o youth? The <em>real</em> secret t' quick 'n easy weight loss?"</strong>She gave Lyssie a cheeky grin before returning her attention to the approach below them. It was all well and good to joke around, but only if she paid attention to the mission, too! That was something Lyssie struggled with. She was always so serious! She had to lighten up on occasion too, or life'd be no fun. And what was the point of dangerous, death defying missions if you never got to celebrate afterwards? Work hard, play hard, that was her motto, and it hadn't steered her wrong yet. Hm. Maybe she could write a song about that. She'd need to remember it for the next time they had some downtime.