<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>"Shit."</strong>Reva only just had enough time to duck behind a workbench and turn off her light before the guard entered the doorway. Jules, for his part, made a swift landing and tucked himself in the darkened corner formed by a pair of tall cabinets. The cone of light from the interloper's torch played across the room behind her, and, in a moment when it was not aimed in her direction, Reva dared a peek.<br/><br/>It was no good; their adversaries were apparently not content to write it off as a fluke. The room was not that large; even a casual search would be enough to find at least one of them. It was now or never.<strong>"I'm going to use the screamer,"</strong>Reva said to her squad-mates,<strong>"It'll stop them from giving up our position and calling for backup, but we'll have to go silent too."</strong><br/><br/>With a sheen of sweat beginning to form on her brow, she put her torch away and reached into a large pocket on the side of her pack, and the hefty, boxy device held therein. On the occasions that someone asked her about it—often when passing customs at Absalom Station—Reva could readily and convincingly explain its function as a simple signal amplifier; running on an internal battery, it could broadcast any signal given as input at the desired frequency. What she usually omitted was that, if activated with no input signal or frequency, it would emit the signal from an EM pulse generator on wideband, filling most of the wireless communication spectrum with white noise with an effective range of several miles.<br/><br/><strong>"Comms blackout. Keep your heads down until you see the flash, then start shooting. I'll turn the screamer off once we're clear, but we'll have to move fast. Reva out."</strong>Reva said, giving the other two a brief moment to acknowledge before sending updated instructions to Jules, and finally, closing the channel and activating the jammer. She unclipped a flash grenade from her belt, primed it, and rolled it discreetly towards their adversary's feet.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Flash grenade: Reflex DC 15 or be blinded for 1d4 rounds<br/>Reva initiative: 1d20a4 Result: 21 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=145926)<br/>Jules initiative: 1d20a3 Result: 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=145927)</div></div>