[hr][center][i][H3][color=00ffff]Shieldmaiden[/color][/h3]Victoria van Dyne[/i][hr][b][Color=00ffff]Location:[/color][/b] Inside spaceship 
[B][Color=00ffff]Skills: [/color][/b]None used[/center][hr]As Victoria approached the console, she did notice the cold spots on it that did not seem to match with the general shape of the room, any air vents or anything, but she figured this was an alien ship, so who knew? Maybe this was normal? The only way she could tell would be to have a look inside, which was exactly what she intended to do... Right after she dodged the omnipresent minefield of mouse poop.

That was not the only thing wrong with the ship though. For a dead hulk, there was a lot of interference in the radio band. At one point, she could swear she heard a little girl scream. Replaying the feed in her head, she tried to clear and enhance the audio, but it was too garbled to make any sense. Briefly, she thought of sending a message back, before she realized just how silly the idea was. The ship was dead, no power anywhere. What, did she now believe in ghosts? Ridiculus.

Finally finding what she was looking for, she gently pried the console open, and frowned in dismay. [color=00ffff]"Who in their right mind decided to make an exhibit of this piece of shit? Literally!"[/color] she snarled as even the insides of the console were turned into a rat lavatory, not to mention all of the bitten-through wires and general state of the 'exhibit' She originally intended to connect to the hardware and supply some power to see if she could get anything out of it, but forget it! Sending power into these wires would almost certainly cause it to burn down, and frankly the whole thing was so dirty she should not be touching it with a ten foot pole, much less roaming within. [Color=00ffff][i]I [b]hope[/b] the club meeting room is in better order...[/i][/color]

With disgust, she plopped the console cover back down and left the way she came, taking care to wipe her boots on the grass as she left. When she raised her eyes, she saw armageddon. Zooming in on one of the living flames terrorizing her classmates, she actually saw a little insect inside. Rather than helping her classmates - [Color=00ffff][i]They are all superpowered, I need to protect humans from them. They should be able to help themselves. Sink or swim, punks.[/i][/color] - she plopped down, opened a file and started cataloguing her observations on the species she decided to call Apis Infernal.