<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/4/4c/ValerieStar01.png/468px-ValerieStar01.png)</div><tt class="bbc_tt"><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Valerie Orion</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315224.msg15234052#msg15234052)<br/><strong>SP:</strong> 36 / 36      <strong>HP:</strong> 35 / 35      <strong>RP:</strong> 6 / 6<br/><strong>Weapon IN HAND:</strong> Azimuth Laser Rifle<br/><strong>Equipped Armour:</strong> Vesk Overplate I<br/><strong>Carried Weapons:</strong> Survival Knife, Tactical Semi-Auto Pistol <br/><br/><strong>Consumables:</strong> Rations x3, Intoxicant x3<br/><br/><strong>Spells/Abilities:</strong> Celestial Radiance 3 / 3, Envoy Improvisation</tt><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Well, she hadn't been entirely serious about seducing one of the Vesk - given their occupation, it was unlikely to work and she wouldn't trust their word even if they did somehow agree to a "trade," as it were - but she supposed it was good to know that her partners in crime seemed to have a good idea of what she was up for. When it came to using her body as a weapon, well, she'd had a lot of practice. When she'd first started out, she'd been forced to understand very quickly that most men only really wanted five things from her, and they were all things that were<em>on</em>her body rather than<em>inside.</em>But that was ok. It made them easy to manipulate if you learned the right looks, the right leans, the right smiles and the right winks, and she was a quick learner. It was the nature of the music industry that sex sold, so why wouldn't it be the nature of people in general? Sex was perhaps the oldest bargaining chip in all of the history of civilisation! Way back when they had only just learned to stand upright, the women were giving up sex for larger cuts of the meat, for the protection of the males, for pretty rocks they found in the river. Society had advanced a long way, but...they were still biological lifeforms, and as long as they had those parts, they would have those urges. And she would take advantage of them whenever she had to.<br/><br/>She just shrugged.<strong>"Y' work with th' tools the Gods give ya, yeah?"</strong>She shrugged slightly. It was a shame that they hadn't managed to get anything out of the computer, but she supposed you couldn't win them all. Alas, it seemed like Reva wasn't quite appreciating their position right now...it had started as a simple stealth mission, get in, get the shit, get out. Cool. But right now, their ship was likely in ruins, which meant that they needed to steal a ship to escape. That meant that they would probably have to either kill or distract the guards, and sabotage as many of the other ships as possible to cut down pursuit because there was really no way to steal a ship in this situation "quietly." She rolled her eyes.<strong>"I ain't saying we do it <em>now,</em> girls, keep your hair on."</strong>She shook her head.<strong>"But if y' reckon we're gettin' outta here without drawin' attention, y're kiddin' y'rselves. There ain't no quiet way'a pinchin' a ship big enough for all three'a us. Just makes sense t' try'n give 'em bigger problems than chasin' us, yeah?"</strong><br/><br/>She shrugged again. It seemed obvious to her; they didn't shut down the oxygen immediately, of course, but it was an option.<strong>"I mean, I dunno. Maybe we can rig up some kinda remote detonator that'll blow up the generator or activate some kinda virus that we can activate from a distance when we're ready, yeah? I don' reckon many people'll be rushing to chase after us if they can't breathe and all'a their other ships are exploding. Just a thought. We ain't getting outta here without bein' noticed. That's a fact, 'n we need t' adjust the parameters of the mission accordingly, yeah?"</strong>The thing was, they needed a distraction to get out smoothly. At least she was offering ideas in that regard, rather than clinging onto the impossible dream that they might escape without being detected. It was time to shift priorities and start making extra allowances. If they didn't...they might as well just turn themselves in right there and then, because inflexibility meant failure. It was that simple, and she wasn't getting locked up in some criminals brig. For one, orange was totally<em>not</em>her colour.