<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/87/27/6f/87276fef1dd3229683bd4fee15a868a2--fantasy-girl-fantasy-women.jpg)</div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP: 11<br/>SP: 8<br/>RP: 4<br/>Attack Bonus: +3 Melee, +1 Ranged<br/>KAC: 14<br/>EAC: 12</div></div><br/>"What she's trying to say is that dealing with crime is a game of whack-a-mole, and here, the moles are fast and there's not enough hammers to go around." With the armor on, she got to work on her computer, doing a search for a Chiskisk, but the problems of info-searching quickly became apparent. With nothing but a name, well, there were at least half a dozen "Chiskisks" running around and who knew who was the right one? So instead, she looked up the Starfinders, seeing if she could find their front office. They weren't exactly the most secret of societies if any random lieutenant from the force knew 'em.<br/><br/>"Alright, we should probably keep quiet and only talk through text. We might be being followed. But we'll start here." She said, forwarding whatever address for the Starfinders she might have found-if she found one at all. Fate could be capricious, after all.