[H2][right][color=00ff66][b][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5628048]Vanborin Fraser[/url][/b][/color][/right][/H2]
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Van checked the seal of his suit and boots, then loaded a few items into his pack - his tool kit, the first aid kit, his remaining ammo, a week's worth of field rations, canteen with its drink-port, and his one smoke grenade. Into the front pocket, he also slipped in a space-rated red paint marker and a roll of duct tape he'd gotten from the Ship's Locker, along with his personal comm.

He'd have to rely on his pistol. His laser rifle was perfect for sniper shots, but lousy for shipboard combat where one wrong shot could damage the hull. Van really liked breathing air.

The red paintmarker would ensure he could mark the doors to show they'd search them. 

Picking up his pack, he stepped out of his berthing compartment and headed towards the docking port and the spacesuit he'd wear across.

[i]Gotta get myself a better suit,[/i] Van sighs. [i]Like an Estex suit. Built for a bit of a rough rumble.[/i]