Kalas
Izurich
hawkmoth
MegaraFoxfire
"I'll do it. Just let me in. I mean you no ill will - I mean I -" @DJAtomika
Marga silently watched a man she guessed was human - or at least mostly anyway, it wasn't always that easy to tell. He didn't exactly fit the demographic of the ragtag group of misfits the Navy had assembled to breach the Lone Star, but then again, like she'd just thought, looks could be deceiving. Marga made a mental note to keep an eye on that one, sensing he would either be a great ally for her or an impossible hinderance. Well, that was if she actually ended up inside the dreadnought. At present, she was still formulating a plan to avoid just that.
Marga took to searching the passenger chamber of the Navy shuttle for her possessions. There were a couple of locked compartments, but their structure was so pathetically predictable that the thief didn't even need her lock picketing tools to open them. She found what she was looking for less than sixty seconds after she started looking. Straightening up, Marga slipped her hand into her taser gun and secured it; slung a messenger-style bag full of her explosives and various bomb making equipment over her shoulder; stuffed her lock picks and hacking devices into said bag; then proceeded to place her breathing mask over her head and onto her neck and placed her goggles onto her head.
Finally feeling fully dressed, Marga surveyed the door to the pilot and blatantly ignored the worsening situation outside the military vessel. Her list of problems was full enough without having to add psychotic robots, an impeding astroid field and quite probable imminent death to it. If she could get into the pilot's cabin, she could take control of the ship. Well, maybe. The other members of her "team" might not take kindly to her stealing their ride home and buggering off with it to the other side of the galaxy, leaving them stranded. Marga contemplated this and came to the conclusion that she would wait for the others to first leave the shuttle before blowing open the door separating her from the ship's controls. A nerve gas bomb would quickly incapacitate the pilot. It wasn't too bad of a plan, even if it was a bit shabby. Her piloting skills weren't exceptional, but all she had to do was get far enough away to vanish. Luckily disappearing was one of Marga's best talents.
"Why the rush, Human? Scared you're going to be left behind? Well you should be, because if you push past me again, I'll see to it that you never set another foot off of that ship." @Kalas
"I wear this armour not for show, Mez. Remove the medical officer and no one will be getting off her alive. Not even Hundred." @DJAtomika
"Boys, boys, please. Let me get out a ruler and you two can settle this," Marga teased and made sure to wink at them.
Marga silently watched a man she guessed was human - or at least mostly anyway, it wasn't always that easy to tell. He didn't exactly fit the demographic of the ragtag group of misfits the Navy had assembled to breach the Lone Star, but then again, like she'd just thought, looks could be deceiving. Marga made a mental note to keep an eye on that one, sensing he would either be a great ally for her or an impossible hinderance. Well, that was if she actually ended up inside the dreadnought. At present, she was still formulating a plan to avoid just that.
Marga took to searching the passenger chamber of the Navy shuttle for her possessions. There were a couple of locked compartments, but their structure was so pathetically predictable that the thief didn't even need her lock picketing tools to open them. She found what she was looking for less than sixty seconds after she started looking. Straightening up, Marga slipped her hand into her taser gun and secured it; slung a messenger-style bag full of her explosives and various bomb making equipment over her shoulder; stuffed her lock picks and hacking devices into said bag; then proceeded to place her breathing mask over her head and onto her neck and placed her goggles onto her head.
Finally feeling fully dressed, Marga surveyed the door to the pilot and blatantly ignored the worsening situation outside the military vessel. Her list of problems was full enough without having to add psychotic robots, an impeding astroid field and quite probable imminent death to it. If she could get into the pilot's cabin, she could take control of the ship. Well, maybe. The other members of her "team" might not take kindly to her stealing their ride home and buggering off with it to the other side of the galaxy, leaving them stranded. Marga contemplated this and came to the conclusion that she would wait for the others to first leave the shuttle before blowing open the door separating her from the ship's controls. A nerve gas bomb would quickly incapacitate the pilot. It wasn't too bad of a plan, even if it was a bit shabby. Her piloting skills weren't exceptional, but all she had to do was get far enough away to vanish. Luckily disappearing was one of Marga's best talents.
"Why the rush, Human? Scared you're going to be left behind? Well you should be, because if you push past me again, I'll see to it that you never set another foot off of that ship." @Kalas
"I wear this armour not for show, Mez. Remove the medical officer and no one will be getting off her alive. Not even Hundred." @DJAtomika
"Boys, boys, please. Let me get out a ruler and you two can settle this," Marga teased and made sure to wink at them.
