Not that I cared. I would simply board the vessal, blend in with it's occupants, single out my target, and leave no witnesses. Though, whichever one had the ability to disrupt the linearity of the entire timeline itself, shouldn't be too hard to figure out... I normally would just look for the crazy, intelligent one...
My ship was a Banshee, painted black, with red lines, like veins, covering the exterior. Energy pulsed through them, and as the ship blended against the nothingness around it, the pulsing energy gave it a ghastly appearance... resulting in it being named the Phantom, by myself and several of my close friends.
I ran a systems check. Cloaking was at the ready, though energy reserves were quickly recharging. By the time the target ship came anywhere near me, I would be ready to cloak... for days, if need be. An advantage of learning the ways of the Void... The Engines were humming softly, and the Display covering the cockpit was glowing a bright red, unseen by anyone outside of the ship, but dim enough for different statistics to be distinguishable from each other. Finally, I checked to make sure that the pressure was perfectly sealed. I have only had one occasion in which the pressure seals broke around the air lock, and... it was a mistake that cost me a newly found friend... and ever since I had been a tiny bit paranoid about the pressure throughout the ship.
Satisfied that everything was going as it should be I slumped down into my seat, my jacket fitting comfortably against my pale skin, strands of dark brown hair falling into my face as I adjusted my mask, a long, almost hexagonal shaped thing, with three optical sensors, two over my eyes, and one centered above them, over my face. The long tube that ran into my coat was connected to a series of filters, and effectively allowed clean, crisp air to be breathed in any environment... although I had noticed that in colder biomes I would have to insulate it with my coat, it didn't hamper it's effectiveness too much.
My coat, was a dark grey, with a hood specially made to go around the mask, giving it a bit of an angled look to it. Black leather gloves covered my hands, going back to the middle of my forearms, though the coat sleeves covered them. Before I closed my eyes I clenched and unclenched my toes, inside of similar black leather boots, which went up to my knees and covered the thick, breathable pants I wore.
I faded into a deep sleep, trusting that the motion sensor inside the ship would alert me to any approaching object before it could notice my presence.
ooc; First RP post back on the forums! :D