<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aXuNCVP.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Human<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Doctor<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Typical doctor shiek. (https://imgur.com/SZyvDUP)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Council chambers<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Malady<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>All<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/><br/>For the first time since her arrival, the human seemed to blink herself back into the present, finally lifting her pale eyes from the floor to regard the faces around her. No one here was familiar, excepting the councilor of course, but that wasn’t much of a surprise considering the situation, or a comfort.<br/><br/>She licked her lips and straightened, adopting a more professional countenance now that she found herself the figurehead of this presentation. “The shortest version: once the individual has fallen ill, there is an aggressive four to seven day cycle that takes place inside the body." Sam’s voice held a softness that made it easy to listen to, but it didn’t quaver or give any indication of self-conscious discomfort by being suddenly thrust into the center of attention. Samantha was no stranger to speaking in front of crowds, and she had first-hand experience with this material.<br/><br/>The human gently pulled her lower lip between her teeth as she considered the face on the hologram before her, standing, then approaching. Well-practiced fingers moving to open files, drop folders and select the supporting information necessary for this explanation. This was supposed to be the short version. Anyone who wanted the full story would have to wait until later when they were all settled onto the ship and not pressed for time. Maybe then she would have numbed herself from some of the horrors she felt and have had some sleep.<br/><br/>The picture suddenly changed, showing a sickly human in a hospital bed. ‘Jessica Meyers’, or so the tag at the bottom of the screen suggested. “Day one, the otherwise healthy woman is checked into the hospital, eighteen-hours after the first symptoms.”<br/><br/>Another file, another picture of the same human. This time her flesh was waxy and covered in dark, muddy boils. “Day three, the cartilage in her face has started to decompose and she was showing signs of severe dehydration. Jessica’s body can’t retain enough moisture. She has become aggressive and incoherent. The hospital staff had placed restraints on her to keep her in bed since she started… biting and clawing at anyone who got close. Eventually, her thrashing exceeded her bonds and she slipped free, killing two members of the staff.”<br/><br/>This last photo was the most disturbing -at least for Samantha. Rather than a close-up of a broken face that seemed to melt away the humanity, it depicted a violent scene of the sick humans, twisted and knotted among themselves with jaws latched onto throats, arms, and any meaty tissue that filled their mouths. From the ruptures sprang fungi of no recognizable origin, alien even to the Asari matriarchs who were regarded as advisors amongst the council. Whatever this fungus was, it had pulled all of the moisture from these victims. Even the plant matter had died, unable to sustain itself.<br/><br/>Sam was more than happy to close out of the screen but was stopped by Sparatus as he lifted his hand and shook his head.<br/>