R Y N

Ventilation Shaft, New Anchorage CC
[[ Around 0230 Hours ]]

What a wonderful way to start a morning.

Fuck. I need a coffee.

As Ryn’s eyes moved to her datatool’s holographic display of the map in an attempt to follow it as best she could to the armory she could at the very least file this under being “new” in terms of life experiences and whilst she was a little tense and annoyed about the prospect about being hunted down by a bunch of soldiers in the middle of the night there was something else to it all and she could feel it as her adrenaline continued to rise and she scrambled in the ventilation shaft at an exponentially increasing speed. Ryn hadn’t even seen her first score of combat with the New Anchorage group with the Phantasm and here she was being thrown into a situation that was dangerous and exciting. She could only imagine how it felt to be in the corridors wondering if around the next corner was going to be a knife in the throat or a flash of laser to the face. She was sure that the people out there didn’t think the same way she did about it but she couldn’t help but have her groggy scowl turn into a twisted smirk. She could hear Alan’s whines about her enjoyment out of the whole thing already.

Are you crazy? You do know they want to kill us, right?

A chuckle left her for a moment as the thought crossed her mind. Even after all that Alan and her had gone through by proxy of working together she knew he couldn’t understand her even with them coming from two very similar backgrounds. She had always lived off haphazard adventures and adrenaline even before her mother had died in the unfortunate incident that led Ryn to follow in her footsteps. When she was younger she wanted to be an explorer as evident from her always climbing creaking scaffolds she probably shouldn’t have climbed in the first place and generally getting into whatever trouble she could find in Blackstone Harbor. The thought of something dangerous was always appealing and with her attitude it certainly allowed her a lot of options for it— after all, it was one of the reasons she came to New Anchorage. To try something adventurous, new, dangerous, and thrilling. She just didn’t realize at the time what New Anchorage would offer her and she most definitely couldn’t let her teammates hog up all of the fun.

As she stopped at a location that appeared was above the said armory she was looking for she sighed in relief as she reached into a compartment in her belt that held a small toolkit she took to opening the paneling so she could drop down to the room below.

A loud ‘CLANK’ occurred as Ryn let the paneling fall flat to the floor below rather than sliding it across— a testament to her devil-may-care attitude and apparent apathy on if anybody heard her or not. With only the hue of her datatool she could make out the floor below and after noting it would not be a bad fall she took a light breath before preparing herself to drop down.

This is it.

As she landed in the room she looked around— noting the weapons and in particular the one she wanted. As she used her toolkit to force open the lock to the locker in question she returned her attention to the task at hand. She thought for a minute if she should wait for her team to arrive and need entrance or if she should wing it and open the latch immediately.

She bit her bottom lip, a wry smirk still remaining on her face.

This’ll be fun.