<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 frowned a little, but shrugged. It was only dust, but if the others were leary about digging for a couple of minutes, she wasn't exactly gonna be able to convince them otherwise, was she? It still seemed the safer bet - they were largely hidden from view now by the looming ships external plating, so surely that wouldn't be that much of an issue - but hey, they were a team, and majority rules after all. She shifted her weight slightly and glanced at the pair of them.<strong>"I don' reckon it'll take that long to sift through the dust, honestly, 'n it has the lowest chance of leadin' somewhere guarded,"</strong>she said simply. It seemed that it was one vote apiece; that was all well and good! That was why they had a party of three; to solve disputes like this. She looked at Lyssie.<strong>"Seems like y're the decidin' vote, Lyssie. What d'y' reckon? Door number two-"</strong>she gestured to the middle airlock, the one without dust,<strong>"Or door number three?"</strong>She gestured to the third airlock, the one forward of the engines and blocked by the small layer of dust.<br/><br/>Regardless, they still needed to find the panels and all, so that was another little foible in their plan.<strong>"Either way, Rev, if we c'n find the auxiliary panels, how long d'y' reckon it'll take y' to hotwire the system? Seconds? Minutes? Hours?"</strong>She flashed her a teasing grin.<strong>"Days?"</strong>She gave a soft chuckle, leaning back against the hull of the ship idly, doing her best to keep herself flattened. She didn't think they were being watched, but you never could be too careful, right? Any merc or criminal group worth their salt would be sending patrols out fairly regularly, and all it took was one wrong step and they could end up exposing themselves. And considering where they were and how they were dressed, well...The Vesk did like a good scrap, and she wasn't entirely convinced that even<em>her</em>charms could convince them that they were just the new on-board entertainment! Though that would be fun - Vesk were ever so aggressive in bed, much to her delight - that had to be filed under "Plan F." Only to be considered as a last resort!