<div class="floatright">(http://s9.favim.com/orig/140715/beautiful-eyes-freckles-ginger-Favim.com-1916759.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">The Facility, 4pm</span></strong><br/><br/>Cali smiled, somewhat wryly at the dryad, wondering, not for the first time, how GP's mere presence was enough to leave her flustered. Sure, some of it was the other adepts habitual (and apparently unaffected) nudity, but it was more than that. Something about looking into a mirror and feeling as though<em>you</em>were the cracked reflection. She shrugged, suppressing a full-body shudder before shaking her head.<br/><br/>"Appreciate it," she began, trying not to let the words trip over her tongue, "But my bruises still have bruises after our last bout. You're just too fast for me."<br/><br/>The adept shifted from one foot to the other, all the while staring down at the polished floor. She could think of other ways for them to pass the time and, maybe the afterglow of endorphins would be enough to grant her a few hours of undisturbed sleep. And yet, somehow, all Cali could picture in her mind's eye, was the look of disgust or perhaps revulsion she imagined passing over GP's perfect features.<br/><br/>"Sorry," she added sheepishly, "I better go check on the others."<br/><br/>With that, she spun and began to march, rapidly away. Meditation, that's what was needed. If she could find her 'zen', surely that would calm at least some of her inner turmoil, wouldn't it?<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Crash site, 5am</span></strong><br/><br/>The confused jumble of sensations finally resolved themselves, revealing a world literally turned upside down. Cali thumped the quick-release on her harness and dropped from her seat, spinning easily despite the tight confines and landing in a crouch on Roadmaster's ceiling. Her third eyelids withdrew, removing the last hint of blurring from the corners of her vision. She scanned the immediate area, searching for casualties or potential threats but finding none. Only then did the adept take a moment to check herself for injuries.<br/><br/>"I'm good," she announced, scuttling crab-like out from the wreckage.<br/><br/>After a rapid visual triage of the other team member, her gaze flickered over what was left of their ambushers, but it was very evident that nothing could be done for them. With a sigh, the young woman adjusted her pack, and tried to remember the mission briefing. By her recollection, the target should be over<em>there</em>, although, who knew what kind of resistance they were going to face now that everything had gone to hell in a hand-basket?<br/><br/><em>Just a walk in the park!</em><br/><br/>"So," she asked, trying to keep the tension out of her voice, "what's the play? Are we gonna be sensible and bug the hell out, or shall we do something incredibly stupid?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Eir rolled: 6d6<br/>Comment: Navigation<br/>Result: 3, 5, 1, 4, 6, 2</div></div>