<div class="floatright">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/bd0d5b3d-d5aa-4913-b587-901d54b582f7/d8hjjlz-79555304-5f4c-4ba0-9369-c14c65a631b8.jpg/v1/fill/w_1024,h_1924,q_75,strp/badass_scifi_gal_by_leejj_d8hjjlz-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTkyNCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2JkMGQ1YjNkLWQ1YWEtNDkxMy1iNTg3LTkwMWQ1NGI1ODJmN1wvZDhoampsei03OTU1NTMwNC01ZjRjLTRiYTAtOTM2OS1jMTRjNjVhNjMxYjguanBnIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwMjQifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.-c8yS5bhEYKcnM-yhzQbLDWwPK_ynjb8LPIeqUIGg04)</div><tt class="bbc_tt"><strong>Name:</strong> Reva Morten (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315224.msg15234208#msg15234208)<br/><strong>SP:</strong> 45/45      <strong>HP:</strong> 34/34      <strong>RP:</strong> 6/6<br/><strong>Weapon IN HAND:</strong> Tactical semi-auto pistol +8, 1d6+2 P (30 ft), 8/9 charges<br/><strong>Equipped Armour:</strong> D-suit I (EAC 19, KAC 20)<br/><strong>Carried Weapons:</strong> Tactical baton +7, 1d4+2 B (melee)<br/><strong>Consumables:</strong> flash grenade I (1), stickybomb grenade I (1), canteen, 2 days rations</tt><br/><br/><hr/><br/>An instant of panic gripped Reva when she realized the second attacker was making a run for it: The very thing her sticky grenade intended to prevent. Sparks arced through the vacuum as the rifle shot scraped off a chunk of Jules's armour, throwing him off-balance for a second before his engines compensated.<br/><br/>The first man moved out of sight as well—if there was any good time to break for it, it would be now, Reva thought. She sprang up from behind the workbench and followed Valerie and Jules to the hallway, glancing back in the direction the second man went. Already gone. Shit. She unclipped her laser torch from her belt and bounded for the open hatch, severing the power cord to the deployable atmospheric force field. None of this was "part of the plan", as it were. There was no time for plans, not now; merely the objective of survival. Desperate times, and all that.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Reva move action: Move 30ft to F7 and draw item (laser drill)<br/>Reva standard action: Use laser drill to cut the power cord to the force field<br/><br/>Jules move action: 15 ft to F4<br/>Jules standard action: Attack target at F2 with arc pistol (1d20a8 Result: 9 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=146494)), miss :-(</div></div>