<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: 17|Teamwork Feat: Spirit of the Corps|Aspect: Perception +4<br/>. . . . .</span><br/><br/><strong>"Toxicity appears to be acceptable.  More data is required to create a weather forecasting model.  Currently warm and humid."</strong>Her visor turned opaque as a quick search of the ship's archives yielded wardrobe suggestions, which she dutifully relayed in a monotone.<strong>"A striped one piece is all the rage this season.  Accessorize with a wispy sarong and a straw hat for casual charm and UV protection.  Leave your mother's head scarves at home."</strong>A pause.<strong> "A fitted jacket should be secured with one or two buttons to accentuate your form.  Leaving it open makes you appear obese and impairs your ability to obtain a mate."</strong>ERN-251 felt this wasn't the best time for apparel decisions - her own thoughts had turned to reconnaissance by fire - but it felt good to assist her eccentric comrades.<br/><br/>ERN-251 returned a terse nod to Mera's instructions.  Serving as lookout was sensible and perfectly within her capabilities.  Pretty was...not.  Another quick database search yielded a wide array of conflicting data: symmetry, asymmetry, a host of color schemes, patterns and natural forms...she gave up.  This was a task for herself, then, to challenge her limitations and establish her own tastes on a non-mission critical task.  A classic method of training junior team members, it affirmed the wisdom of leaving the planning to the captain.<strong>"I will find something pretty."</strong>