<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), 9/9 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 (2), stickybomb grenade I (2), canteen, 2 days rations</tt><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Reva drew her side-arm as the team closed distance with the hulk itself. She had plenty of space-faring experience and knew how to handle herself in a fight, but she was a technician, not a soldier, and live-combat missions like this always got her anxious. That was doubly true now that things had apparently gone rather seriously wrong. She imagined a scenario in which the captain had used a decoy and was enforcing radio silence as a deep-cover strategy, but in any case contact with home base for the foreseeable future proved unlikely.<br/><br/><strong>"Right, I was thinking the same,"</strong>Reva said, sending Jules around to inspect the buried airlock. She frowned.<strong>"I have some spare batteries, so it should just be a matter of finding the auxiliary control panel. They might still function temporarily if power's restored … only one way to find out. If we get power, I can run diagnostics to tell if it's in working order. If yes, we shouldn't have to worry about decompression. If no, we'll just find a different way."</strong>She turned to face Valerie—it was kind of hard to tell in this darkness.<strong>"I'd rather try the one a bit closer. Digging will take time and leave us exposed, and I forgot to bring my shovel."</strong><br/><br/>That last bit was a joke, probably.