<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NXdPODS.jpg?1)   </div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>ERN-251</strong></span><br/>Android Huntress (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1127704)<br/>AC: 16|Teamwork Feat: Spirit of the Corps|Aspect: +4 Perception<br/>. . . . .</span><br/><br/>ERN-251 processed the captain's lecture carefully, attempting to interpret all of her instructions.  Check the room, clear hostiles, look for traps, collect material valuables and proceed to the next target.  Perhaps performance hadn't been to the captain's standards, but far as ERN-251 could tell, that's exactly what they'd done.  Except for not shooting first, which frankly seemed like a terrible idea; as was standing still in front of a stationary gun line even if the other side weren't firing back.<strong>"Shooting second is likely to result in higher casualties."</strong>She paused a moment, obviously struggling with a mixture of emotions; she was uncomfortable directly contradicting authority.<strong>"I will attempt to exercise constraint, but I am...unwilling to accept avoidable loss of life."</strong>She shrugged, momentarily wistful.<strong>"I am a cognitive weapons platform.  I interface with potential threats decisively."</strong><br/><br/>She glanced around the room again carefully, then whispered the runes to amplify her vision to sense magical auras as well.  Once finished, she returned next to Astrid and stood patiently next to the fetchling until the others were ready.<strong>"I was...attempting sarcasm.  I am not very good."</strong>ERN-251 twisted around again slightly, looking down, the asked in a hesitant, quiet voice.<strong>"Is something wrong with my ass?"</strong><br/><br/>(Perception 19)