<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/786589781341966338/89su4zNj.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Septimus Cortess (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=269894.msg13313651#msg13313651)<br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Somewhere<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br/><strong>Defense:</strong> 0/0   <strong>Soak:</strong> 4    <strong>Wounds:</strong> <del>0</del> 5/15   <strong>Strain:</strong> <del>0</del> <del>3</del> 0<br/><strong>Injuries:</strong> None (5 wounds)<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong> <br/><strong>Maneuver:</strong> <br/><strong>Action:</strong> <br/></em><hr/><br/>Septimus flinched when the escape pod dropped from the sky, thinking reinforcements for the men who had attacked had come.  When he saw it was not the case, he too sprung into action with his companions, his long strides eating up the distance, and he making somewhat effortless leaps over rents in the ground caused by the crash.  He reached the pod at the same time as the others, looking about how he could best help out the whoever was inside.  A woman by the sound of it, and when she shouted out, Septimus stopped dead still and looked on with a bit of awe and wonder in his expression.<br/><br/>Septimus shook his head and looked about.  He put his hands on the door trying to find purchase to force open the door.  Even through his gloves he could feel the heat on the metal caused by reentry.  It was damned uncomfortable as it was, he could not image what it would do to his bare hands.  He grunted and again tried to put his back into it.  He was getting far too old for this all.<strong>"It won't budge and I don't think blasting is going to work..."</strong>