Petra Jelinek:
One foot hooked on a bunk railing for stability, her head floated closer to Natakkoa's head. A light smile touched her lips even as her eyes continued to focus on the door. "Boys will be boys." Petra noted softly, adding after a slight pause, "Right, Professor?"
Nat smiled and inclined her head, bowing slightly.
"At your service... Petra. Or would you prefer P.J.?" Nat reached out, freed her bulging bag from a nearby bunk, and began rifling through the contents, letting herself drift to an interposing position between Petra and door under discussion, keeping Petra to the rear of the assembly.
"In my experience, it's *humanity* as a whole, more than any one gender, that tends to see the "fight" in everything. Although..." she paused, listening as both the colorful one and the one who'd first approached the intercom made arguments for caution, and only seemed to be preparing for battle out of necessity,
"...there might hope for most of this group..."
Clearing her throat loudly, Nat looked over at The Guy From the Beach Who'd Behaved Himself.
"Um... I'm not sure Ilione said anything about 'hostiles.' Did she say there were two 'man-shaped things that looked like'" she made a staticky
**zZZZzt** sound,
"and that she'd simply lost track of them?" She shrugged.
"In which case, they **might** be 'hostiles,' but let's not lead with that assumption." She glanced over at where the original intercom interactor was wrestling with a table leg, and nodded at him.
"However, he's got the right idea - *anything* is better than nothing."
A lightbulb went off, and Nat sheepishly dug a small portable minicomputer from her pack, and waved it at the man worrying the table leg.
"In the confusion of waking up and trying to figure out where we are, I'd completely forgotten I'd had this with me. Will it still help, or has that moment passed, now that we've almost got the door open? Can you still use it? Do you still *want* it?" She set it on the bunk near her, should he want it.
She continued to rummage through her pack, eventually pulling out a small, rolled, leather bundle, a vest, and a roughly 6" diameter piece of equipment. Slipping the kevlar vest on, she strapped the electronics over it to her chest, then unrolled the leather bundle and turned to Petra.
"Are you comfortable with sharp objects? If not, I've got a couple of small hammers," as she tucked one carving knife under her deflector strap, took one in hand, and tucked the rest into her belt.
"I, uh...like to wood carve. To relax..."
Petra Jelinek:
Petra gave Yom a 'thumbs-up' echoing Quirell's positive affirmation in working the door.
The lithe brunette shrugged slightly. "Lots of stuff doesn't make sense." she mused aloud, "Including... or maybe especially... the memory loss. Not really an effective crew, if we don't know what we are supposed to be doing. Or where we are. Or who we are working with..." Her burgundy lips were pressed into tight moue, "Unless we are being tested or something." Petra obviously found the thought distasteful; she shook her head, partly to clear out the cobwebs, but also to vent her frustration, "This seems more like a sick game or something."
She blew an errant lock of hair from her face and introduced herself, since she figured she was in control of (some of) that last part of the unknowns, "Call me Petra."
Nat nodded in agreement with the assessment to open the door - she was ready.
"Natakkoa" she added, a little bluntly, to the others in the room.
"'Nat' is fine."
Rhawn Thull:
"We need to think outside the box," he said. "The straps on our backpacks can be used as weapons. If your bag is heavy enough, it can be swung as a flail. It and its contents can be thrown... if nothing else, to disrupt the enemy's aim."
"Something as simple as a pen or pencil can be dangerous in the right place at the right time."
"Also, keep in mind that gravity itself... or lack thereof in this case... can be an ally and a weapon. The other end of the corridor isn't necessarily linear--it's also DOWN. Think about dropping down onto the enemy instead of crossing the room upright."
"And, yes, remaining here does not seem like an option. I vote on opening the door and begin exploring."
While not as experienced in zero-g as some of the occupants of the room - she glanced behind her at Petra - she hoped her aquatic experience operating in three dimensions would be applicable. So far, so good....
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