<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/>Valerie smiled to herself as she considered just how similar Reva and Lyssiah actually were, in the grand scheme of things. Both of them were obviously very highly skilled in what it was they did, and when they were on a mission, neither of them really had much to say other than what was strictly necessary for success. She found it charming, them being so dedicated to their work, but it did get boring sometimes when neither of them would crack any jokes with her or do anything to lighten the mood. Hence why she'd taken to trying to wind them up instead; not maliciously and not incessantly, of course. They were still her friends and she didn't want to actually piss them off. More like...say and do things that might get them to crack a little. Get through their shell, wear down that armour they plated themselves in when doing a job. Sometimes the most fun you could have was getting a rise of some kind out of a normally stoic, stone-faced individual. She knew she could get it from Reva - she was nowhere near as above it all as she pretended, and it seemed that she had a bit of a soft spot for Valerie, which made it that much easier - but it was often Lyssiah that was the challenge.<br/><br/>She'd managed to wear Reva down a little bit to get to her gooey centre, but Lyssiah was an entirely different level of jaded. She didn't speak much about her past - she didn't speak much at all, to be honest - but Valerie was good at reading people, and she could tell that she'd had a tough time of it. You didn't grow up as isolationist and distrusting as Her Lyssie without having some skeletons in your closet and scars hidden beneath your armour, if you catch her meaning...especially if you spent any amount of time on Absalom Station. Valerie herself had only been there briefly, but it was clear that it was not the kind of place you just sauntered into and expected to live peacefully and happily, she'd say that much. But that was why it was important for Valerie to penetrate that thick outer shell of hers! Everybody needed friends. In this wide universe, it was important to have people you could trust to watch your back, and for all of her more morally-dubious inclinations, she did consider Lyssie a friend. And friends didn't abandon friends to their self destructive tendencies, now did they? She gave Reva a grin, and patted the little silver drone as it bobbed past her.<br/><br/><strong>"You be careful out there, Jayjay, y'hear me? Come back to auntie Val safe 'n sound."</strong>Yeah, ok, the Droid might not have AI on board, but it had still saved hers and Reva's life loads of times, and she wasn't about to not show concern for the adorable little thing, now was she? She shot Rev a grin, then reached up and clambered her way into the buggy, scooching up along the long seat to position herself next to Lyssie. She leaned over, turning her body to press the front-side of her body against Lyssie's arm, perhaps a<em>touch</em>closer than was strictly necessary, but she pretended not to notice. Her armour might be an overplate, but she'd had it specifically synthesised so that it was more catsuit than armour plating. She had to show off the goods if she wanted to wrap the men around her finger, now didn't she? She glanced at Lyssie out of the corner of her eye with a smirk.<strong>"My thoughts exactly, Lyssie,"</strong>she said playfully,<strong>"Ramming the front door with a burning buggy might be fun, but it ain't exactly clever."</strong>She chuckled to herself, turning her attention to the map.<strong>"Is there like...an overhang or a cave near the wreck that we can park the buggy in? What's the terrain like around the ship? Anywhere t' conceal our approach?"</strong>She studied the map carefully, but let's be honest; Lyssie was better at this sorta stuff, bein' all sneaky and quiet. Valerie was a bit more...bombastic in her approach. And that was fine! Different tools for different problems, yeah? They couldn't all be superspies like her Lyssie, now could they?