<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> (None)<br/><strong>Equipped Armour:</strong> D-suit I (EAC 19, KAC 20)<br/><strong>Carried Weapons:</strong> Tactical baton +7, 1d4+2 B (melee); tactical semi-auto pistol +8, 1d6+2 P (30 ft), 9/9 charges<br/><strong>Consumables:</strong> flash grenade I (2), stickybomb grenade I (2), canteen, 2 days rations</tt><br/><br/><hr/><br/>With a practiced motion of her eye, Reva activated her communicator. "<em>Caterwaul</em>, this is Away Team, disembarking," she sent on wide-band to the ship, before giving the signal to Jules. His directions were to lead the buggy by about half a kilometre along their plotted route, staying between three and five metres to the ground.<br/><br/>The only complicating factor, it seemed, was that it was going to be quite dark for a while. Jules's advanced range-finding meant that navigating the terrain at altitude would not be an issue, but he had no night-vision optics, so any video data would be spotty without turning on his flash-light. Reva told him to keep it off, for now, but keep his image-processing suite running and alert her to any movement.<br/><br/>With a gentle squeeze of the trottle lever, the buggy glided forward from the cargo hangar of the<em>Caterwaul</em>, settling gently onto the moon's sandy surface. Reva brought the projected map of their route into view, turning the vehicle to follow it as the other two looked for a good area to switch to moving on foot.