<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/wT9WdJX.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Dari Nommev (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=271819)<br/><strong>Location</strong>:<em>The Lucky Magpie,</em>cockpit<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Day 3, morning<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Everyone<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Gray trousers, a stretchy black top leaving her midriff and arms bare, and knee-length black boots.<br/><strong>Important Equipment:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Dari had spent the trip so far mostly on three activities: exercise, reading up on the ship's schematics on the computer, and cursing herself for not thinking to bring along a datapad with copies of the books she had been reading prior to her escape from the colony. Two and a half days aboard a ship this size had been a long time, and she'd never particularly enjoyed the waiting part of a trip, even if she didn't mind waiting in other situations.<br/><br/>When Anya's voice came over the intercom, she picked herself up off the floor, wiped the sweat from her brow, and headed to the cockpit. A view of the Imperial ships, and possibly even better,<em>not</em>of hyperspace, was worth interrupting her morning exercise. She ducked into the cockpit, immediately moving off to the side, to make sure she didn't get in anybody's way. While the crew of the<em>Lucky Magpie</em>seemed friendly enough, she'd still taken pains to avoid getting in the way, or otherwise inconveniencing them beyond taking a spot in Knave's room.<br/><br/>"It looks like the<em>Falchion</em>is in the right place according to Commander Rixx's intel, though. That's a good sign."