<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1e/80/f2/1e80f2abe068fbf805c7d440c10c5089.jpg)</div><tt class="bbc_tt"><br/><strong>Name:Lyssiah Stormwhisper</strong>     <br/><strong>SP:</strong> 35/35      <strong>HP:</strong> 34/34      <strong>RP:</strong> 5/5<br/><strong>Weapon IN HAND: Laser pistol, Corona (2d4+2, Burn 1d4, 20 charges)</strong><br/><strong>Equipped Armour:Carbon Skin, Graphite (agility enhancer, mk 1) (with armor bonuses EAC: 16, KAC: 17)</strong><br/><strong>Carried Weapons:Survival knife (1d4+2 , Analog, operative), Semi-auto pistol, tactical (1d6+2)</strong><br/><br/><strong>Consumables:</strong><br/>medkit (basic), antitoxin (tier 1) (1), field ration (1), r2e (2), serum of healing mk  (2)<br/><strong>Additional Equipment:</strong> Backpack, Battery (6) (20 charges each), Computer (tier 3), Comm-unit (personal)<br/><strong>Spells/Abilities:</strong><br/>Trick Attack, Evasion, Holographic Distraction, Debilitating Trick<br/></tt><br/><br/><hr/>Shaking her head, Lyssiah eyed Valerie for a few moments, yet again shocked by her ability to crack jokes about the most inappropriate of things. At the same time, she couldn't help but be impressed by her ability to find metaphors and descriptions on seemingly indescribable things.<em>Emergency lead infusion</em>- it was one of the wittiest word choices she ever heard, which might have made her smile, if not for the seriousness of their situation.<br/>Reva's words confirmed her own thoughts. During her time with the smuggler crew, she had seen ship mechanics crawl through the maintenance tunnels countless times; it made sense that such tunnels would exist on a much larger ship than the one she spent time on.<br/>The question was, considering how far they needed to go from the airlock, how would they<em>not</em>spend a week going through the corridors, looking for the tunnel entrance?<br/>She considered splitting up to cover more ground, but decided against it. The layout of maintenance half-levels would probably have similar layout to other ships, so Reva would probably know where to look the best. And Valerie could be useful to watch their backs; with her rifle and heavy armor, she would be a powerful argument in case their scaly friends unexpectedly came to greet them. Lyssiah realized that at this point the chance they would meet a foot patrol was slim, but still, better be safe than dead...<br/>She prepared her laser gun, checking its charge level; with a gun in her hand, she turned to others, who seemingly already started looking for the maintenance hatches.<br/><strong>"I think we should stick together.."</strong>she said slowly.<strong>"Call me paranoid, but I don't want our scaly friends sneaking up behind and snatching us one by one if we split up... Reva, am I correct to assume that the layout of maintenance half-levels should follow the same principles in all ships? Where should we begin to look? At the main corridor perhaps? Or near the computer terminals?"</strong><br/>Having said those words, Lyssiah stepped towards the corridor they came through on their way to the force field that split up the vacuum from the live-in pressured area, a laser pistol ready in her hand. She assumed others would follow, even hoped so, but wasn't sure that they would. That was exactly the reason she hated working as part of a team - team members always had a mind of their own and usually it was close to impossible to make them listen to the voice of reason. To her.