<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/A3sqKMz.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Miria Lannik<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Unknown Planet,<em>Expedient Devil</em><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><strong>Defense:</strong>0/0<strong>Soak:</strong>3<strong>Wounds:</strong>0<strong>Strain:</strong>0<br/><strong>Injuries:</strong>-<br/><hr/><br/>Septimus didn't specify further on whatever it was he was best at, so Miria's mind was left to imagine it. A sniper rifle? Heavy weaponry? Vibroblades? Had he been a soldier in the Clone Wars, fighting alongside some Jedi, before their coup, to defend his home? Or perhaps an assassin? Well, they probably wouldn't be much of one to believe in the Force, but there had to be stranger things out there. For some reason, he didn't look like the type to be a gladiator or pirate to her, fighting in close quarters with vicious weapons. Whatever it was, her thoughts were interrupted as turned the corner into the rest of the hold.<br/><br/>Miria peered into the cargo hold, the beam of light cutting back and forth through the much dimmer interior of the ship. Thankfully, no enraged animals burst out at her, although she did start as her foot bumped into a canister of something, sending it rolling slowly across the floor, back toward the rest. She flashed the light over them, but whatever was inside wasn't something she was familiar with. "Well, I don't know what any of this is. Do you think it will keep?"<br/><br/>As she spoke, she walked past the scattered canisters, flicking the light over them as she moved. Without any obvious source of danger, she slid her blaster back into her holster, and headed for the console to open the ramp, so that they could leave the ship. Behind her, a warning alarm blinked as the canister she'd accidentally kicked bumped gently into the other leaking one. With a hiss, the doors began retracting, and the loading ramp began to lower itself to the ground. While the doors opened, she pulled her rebreather back into place over her mouth and nose, and tightened the straps to keep it secure. Turning back to the others, she gestured toward the door with her free hand. "Shall we, then?" she asked. The mask muffled her voice, but her clear enunciation revealed its purpose, as despite the muffling, her words were clearly understandable.