<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/>Valerie took it as a point of pride that she'd managed to provoke a laugh out of Lyssie; sure, it wasn't a full belly laugh and more of a minor chortle, but it was the most she'd been able to drag out of her thus far and considering she was beginning to believe the woman incapable of laughing<em>at all,</em>it was definitely not an achievement that she wasn't about to crow about whenever she got the chance! But at the same time, it wasn't one that she could really dwell all that much on, given their circumstances. She just gave Lyssie a knowing little look and a minor "victory pose" of cocked hips and hands-on-hips before moving on, stepping over the body to move past it. If it was long dead and had probably been killed either in the crash or the fight beforehand, there was no real reason to worry; any Swarm that had survived had either escaped or died, and she couldn't imagine that the Vesk who were in the middle of pilfering the place would have let something like The Swarm scuttle around unhindered. She wasn't certain about Lyssie's conclusion, though; she'd done her own fair share of reading on the subject, and something seemed to be sticking in her memory.<br/><br/><strong>"Not nec'ssarily, Lyssie,"</strong>she said quietly.<strong>"I mean, this is a military ship, so there's plenty'a juicy intel 'n tech that the Swarm mighta wanted, sure. But I don' think this is all that uncommon."</strong>She glanced at her, shifting the weight of her rifle in her hands.<strong>"Remember, the Swarm is a hive mind, with a lotta children and a very high reproduction speed. From what I hear, sendin' suicide parties t' board and cause havoc b'fore they get 'emselves killed is a common Swarm tactic. They mighta been lookin' for somethin', but it might've also just been them usin' a favoured tactic. We don' have enough info t' really say one way or t'other. "</strong>She shrugged a little, treading carefully as she moved down the corridor. It seemed unlikely that they would lay mines in their own ship - it might've been a grenade, or a sonic weapon or something - but it couldn't hurt to make sure. After all, who knew what they'd do just to spite the Swarm?  Other than that, she stayed quiet; they were in the belly of the beast now, so...she needed to focus, if she wanted to get out alive.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Val Rolled Perception: 1d20a12 Result: 24 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=144459)<br/>Passive Perception to spot traps, computers or anything out of the ordinary. </div></div>