<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> (None)<br/><strong>Equipped Armour:</strong> D-suit I (EAC 19, KAC 20)<br/><strong>Carried Weapons:</strong> Tactical baton +7, 1d4+2 B (melee); tactical semi-auto pistol +8, 1d6+2 P (30 ft), 9/9 charges<br/><strong>Consumables:</strong> flash grenade I (2), stickybomb grenade I (2), canteen, 2 days rations</tt><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Reva stepped away from the body without another word, following behind Jules by several paces, keeping her weapon ready. Her attention was now turned to keeping an eye out for danger, and secondly, locating a serviceable computer terminal.<br/><br/>She commanded Jules to stop and keep watch while the group investigated the side rooms, though it was apparent after a few minutes of casual searching that little of value was left.<strong>"Storage for emergency supplies? Well, girls, looks like we get our pick of the spoils,"</strong>she remarked dryly, casually picking over a pile of assorted maintenance supplies: Tubes of bonding epoxy, dozens of spools of cable of assorted sizes, crates of low-tech hand tools.<strong>"The Vesk must have already been through this area. Doubt we'll find what we're looking for here."</strong><br/><br/>She moved on, briefly checking each of the side rooms in turn, until arriving at what looked to be a small machine shop. The light of her torch caught the somewhat familiar shape of a computer workstation panel, mounted to the wall on a swivel, near what looked to be a type of lathe.<br/><br/><strong>"Found a computer here,"</strong>she said to the other two, with a sudden excitement in her voice. She lowered her pistol for a moment and inspected the terminal, which thankfully looked undamaged.<strong>"All right, I'll see if I can get this one to start up."</strong>With Jules keeping watch, Reva holstered her weapon and got to work. The rear panel slid off neatly enough after a bit of fiddling, permitting her to wire up a connection to one of the battery packs she carried, much as with the airlock.<br/><br/>Getting the computer to start was the easy part; the hard part was getting past authentication. It was a military ship, likely with heightened encryption protocols and lockout measures; but it was also a Pact Worlds ship, running software that was decades out of date. In the moment, Reva attempted to summon whatever knowledge about legacy encryption formats and operating systems remained from her time at the Cybernetics Institute.<br/><br/><strong>"And we've got power. Lyssiah, you want to take a look at this?"</strong>