<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/>At Lyssa's warning, Valerie's head snapped up towards the sky; whilst she could most definitely be irreverent and irresponsible at times, when she was on a mission, she made a point of separating her more impulsive tendencies from the task at hand. Oh, she never let up with her smiles and her jokes - that was who she was, after all, and<em>somebody</em>had to balance out Grumpy and Stoic over there - but there was a difference between being a little silly and being<em>dangerous.</em>It wasn't just her life on the line if she screwed up, after all, it was all of their lives and she wasn't gonna be the reason why everything went fucky! She was here to have fun and make her own way in life, not to get people killed through recklessness or carelessness. And if their approach had been spotted, well, that meant a hundred different things, none of them good. For one, it meant that it was possible that someone - or some<em>thing</em>- had taken up residence in the crashed ship, and it meant that whoever they were, they might well not just be mindless beasts.<br/><br/>It was also possible that it was just a random ship passing through, but she doubted it; Lyssiah was good at discerning patterns, and if she said it looked like it was searching, then she believed her. She pursed her lips inside her helmet, hoisting her rifle onto her lap to hold it ready. It wasn't the most advanced rifle on the market, but it was a damn sight better than her pistol, that was for certain.<strong>"Well, looks like we ain't alone,"</strong>she said, not worrying about the volume; only people on their channel would hear her in the vacuum of space anyway, and if that wasn't true, well...somebody had already hacked their comms, in which case they were already screwed, or there was some kind of Cosmic Horror that could bend the laws of physics and hear sound in a vacuum. In which case, they were even<em>more</em>screwed.<br/><br/><strong>"Best case, it's just someone lookin' here at the same time we are. Worst case, someone's livin' in that ship 'n won't take kindly t' scavengers. Looks like stealth was th' best way t' go after all."</strong>She reached up and dimmed the lights down to a much less noticeable level that the other two were happy with. With her night vision, she should be able to call out any obstacles as they approached, so lights weren't as necessary for her as others.<strong>"Get as close t' the ship 's possible without bein' seen,"</strong>she said.<strong>"With any luck, whoever lives there'll be friendly. Failin' that, at least we might catch 'em with their belts 'round their ankles 'n ready for a spankin', eh?"</strong>She nudged Lyssiah playfully.<strong>"Then we c'n be back home for our own celabr'tory spankin's over drinks. First round's on me."</strong>Whether she meant the drinks or the spankings, she didn't say. Maybe she meant both? Who knew? Not even she did, honestly. Finding out was half the fun!