<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> Tactical semi-auto pistol +8, 1d6+2 P (30 ft), 9/9 charges<br/><strong>Equipped Armour:</strong> D-suit I (EAC 19, KAC 20)<br/><strong>Carried Weapons:</strong> Tactical baton +7, 1d4+2 B (melee)<br/><strong>Consumables:</strong> flash grenade I (2), stickybomb grenade I (2), canteen, 2 days rations</tt><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Of course we'll need to get a ship, but one thing at a time, yeah? Just need to stay low for now, keep looking for what we were sent for."</strong>If not for the fact that they were being paid a fortune for this mission, Reva would have suggested immediately looking for a ship to commandeer. Sabotage to prevent pursuit was exactly the sort of smart tactics Reva appreciated; she could think of more than a couple relatively easy ways to ground a ship in such a way that the problem likely would not even be found until they were long gone. It would certainly help to get an accurate estimate of the number of Vesk mercenaries and ships.<br/><br/>Her train of thought was interrupted by a harsh sound halfway between a buzz and a beep, the familiar audible alert Jules sends when he finds danger.<br/><br/><strong>"We've got contact,"</strong>Reva said excitedly over the comm, right after Jules returned to the vacuum side of the force field. Her jaw clenched as she quickly reviewed the last five seconds of footage again.<strong>"They have a turret drone stationed outside. No way past, unless anyone's got an idea for drawing it away somehow."</strong><br/><br/>She stood to the side of the partially-open door with her back against the wall, peering into the corridor as best she could to watch for signs of movement. Electronic warfare remained a possible option, but the drone was still a bit too far away for her rig's signal to reach.