<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/D6yF5Gu.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Drop</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=243890.msg12052519#msg12052519)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Flipping things all turnways</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Group</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Fate Points</strong></td><td>3</td></tr></tbody></table><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Moderate Consequence (4)  </strong></td><td>---</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Major Consequence (6)</strong></td><td>---</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/>Lights from little shanghai danced against the black paint of the Exosuit as Jane descended the dome. She just couldn't appreciate the view beneath her anymore. The city was pretty, but something about it felt hollow? Jane couldn't place what was missing. Either way, all it amounted to now was another sight for her to see then quietly file away. As she approached the airlock Jane didn't attempt to open it- there was little point. Instead, she perched herself atop the squarish metal lip surrounding the Airlock's entrance like a sheathe. She knew her team was coming; her only job now was to wait for them without causing trouble.<br/><br/>Speaking of trouble.<br/><br/>The Helmet of Jane's frame casually rotated, picking up spotlights strafing the dome in the distance behind her. About where she'd nixed the maintenance drone by the looks of it. Jane didn't panic; she knew better. Sudden movement was a rookie mistake. Jane's body noticeably relaxed in her armor, and she slowly looked about her surroundings for somewhere to hide.<br/><br/>Barren martian wasteland, in every direction, with a smooth dome behind her. She wasn't in a good place for hiding. Maybe... Jane faced the ledge over-top the airlock door. She took a step forward, and her whole world turned upside down.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Infiltration Roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2016-04-17 22:11:31, FarFetched (uid: 56764) rolls: 4d3a-8 Result: 2 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87723)<br/>2(roll) + 4(skill) for a total of <strong>6</strong><br/></div></div><br/><br/>Hanging by the mobility pads on her exoskeleton's feet, Jane looked upwards at the ground below her. She was no stranger to moving upside-down, but the feeling of blood running to her head was never pleasant. There was a brief, creaking noise of protest from metal ledge she was using as an inverted platform, but it held. Satisfied with her cover, the veteran readied her assault rifle and waited for whatever came next; hopefully, it would be her team. If the drone managed to find her, well, she'd be ready.<br/><br/>Since she had a little spare time (at least until she would have to violently murder a security drone. No big deal, just a typical saturday evening.) she flicked open her console, looking through everything being said.<br/><hr/><strong>Drop:</strong>I would not recommend any team members violating my personal space, regardless of previous exposure to Fine Art.<br/><hr/>