<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/805608801994670092/813384132997939210/IMG_20210222_184759.jpg)<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Orange Team</span></span></div></div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Arcus Aurelion  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727099#msg15727099)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Turian<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Spectre<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 20th, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Pictured<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Harvester Nest<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Limping around trying to save the doctor<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Sam<br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>His legs seemed to work against him, and the weight of his armour became a liability in a darkened cave when its cloaking capabilities and advanced stealth functions were of no use. He also wondered if the disgusting green goo that coated him was sticking to the ground with every step. Such simple annoyances, but every single second lost spelled more danger for Sam, and so he pressed on. The eerie structure of the tunnels, coupled with the soft material that seemed to cover every space of the place made his fringes stand on edge. Every now and then, a scuttle there and a snap here cut through the silence like a sharp place. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched— he probably was, in fact. His finger never left the trigger of the rifle.<br/><br/>A single line of static garnered his attention, and Arcus quickly leapt into action, deducting that it was Sam through process of elimination. Red and Blue Team were unreachable even when they were out in the open, and Namir had no need to communicate with him just yet, and if he did, it wouldn't be in half-screams. Kandok was half-dead. A loud shriek echoed through the comms, lined with a loud buzz of static. His footsteps echoed against the walls as he broke into a sprint, willing his tired legs to carry him forward, and finally came into view of the ship's stubborn doctor, who had so adamantly claimed that she was fit to join them and wouldn't be a liability to the team, now looking absolutely battered. He would've given her a piece of his mind right there, if he wasn't so concerned with her safety.<br/><br/>"Sam." Not wasting a moment, he came to a stop in front of her and knelt in front of her, checking to see if she was injured in any places, grimacing when he noticed that her leg had been completely messed up. No way she'd be running now. "Your suit's ruptured," he said, almost an admonishment, and he gently lifted her leg and checked the jagged edges of metal and the bleeding wound inside. He was so preoccupied with her that he failed to notice he still hadn't unidentified the thing that dragged her away in the first place, and only realised when the baby harvester announced it's presence with a screech.<br/><br/>With a growl, he whipped around to face the creature, moving to place himself squarely in front of the injured woman. "Fucking hell, not another one..." he murmured, opening fire on the Harvester as it leapt from the shadows towards him. What ensued was a dirty, visceral brawl as the bug tackled Arcus to the ground, snapping relentlessly at his face with his sizable jaw, bashing again and again until the glass of his helmet cracked— all the while the Spectre struggled against the many chitinous limbs that was jabbing him all over.<br/><br/>With all his incendiary grenades gone, he had no real way of dealing with the bug, and so he resorted to brute strength. Reaching for his pistol and shooting a whole clip into its stomach with an angry scream, and rolling on top of it and punching it with his armoured fists over and over and over, until he felt bone crack undeath his fingers, and the Harvester's screeches faded into whimpers and then into silence. He only stopped a good moments after the creature had stopped moving altogether and the floor was painted green with blood.<br/><br/>With a tired groan, he rolled off the body, staggering to his feet and doubling back to Sam, who was no doubt terrified by the horrid way he had killed the Harvester. "Are... are you okay?" he asked through struggling breaths, retrieving the assault rifle that was knocked out of his hand and reholstering his pistol to prepare for the journey back to the entrance. Before he could talk any further though, further chitters alerted him to the presence of more bugs— this time none other than the Klixen. Young ones, by the looks of it, but no less dangerous in large swarms like this. He counted a dozen, at the very least. Very likely more.<br/><br/>"I hope you don't mind being carried, doctor." With no time to ask for any kind of permission (not that he would've bothered otherwise), he plucked the woman up by her waist, slung her over his shoulder, and started sprinting back to where Namir and Drack were, taking blind potshots at the swarm behind him as the advanced on the pair. Occasionally, a lucky shot hit one and caused a chain reaction of explosions that thinned out the swarm, but they were far from being deterred in the chase, and Arcus focused more on running rather than fighting, painfully aware that none of the team were in fighting condition now.<br/><br/>After what felt like hours, he finally came upon the light of the entrance, where Namir was still kneeling beside Kandok. The Klixen we're almost upon him now, and with a final huff of effort, he chucked Sam over to the pair, hoping Namir would catch him with his biotics, and turned back to lay down fire own the wave of Klixen, the explosions of which sent him flying into a wall and slumping down without a sound, completely knocked out.