<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/501567062359932930/809964595283623966/Screenshot_7.png)<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Red Team</span></span></div></div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Rume'Zamin nar Folazi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15757488#msg15757488)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Quarian<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Mechanic<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>20th December, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Reinforced Enviro-suit as seen in picture<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Landing Zone with Red Team<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Getting her bearings<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Jackiro| Sink| Drack<br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>What was that Earth saying she had heard before? Don't toss your cookies? Or was it don't regurgitate your food solids? Somehow Rue was certain that either didn't quite sound correct in the context of the turbulent chaos that was landing, after all why would one toss baked goods when attempting to keep from having their brain rattle around in their skull? Jay's obvious talent in death defying piloting in such a harsh and violent atmosphere had gone far better than it would have had it been any other, that much the quarian could testify to as there was little doubt in her mind an ancient quarian craft would have faired fatally in the same conditions with a pilot who had as much skill in their whole self than Jay in a single digit. It didn't make the bumpy ride that much fairer on the occupants despite sidelining any actual damage or distress, Rue herself more than once feeling herself nearly bounce against the seat of the carrier to feel weightless for a brief moment before getting slammed back with the g force of something fierce, the harness clearly the only thing keeping her from ending up on the other side in a tangle of limbs and other goods not quite secure.<em>*buzz buzz* Are you fairing well Rue? Your heartrate is climbing.*buzz*</em>Min's echo in her ear brought Rue back into focus as her gloved hands clutched at her harness tighter, giving only a slight nod before speaking quietly to herself. "I am well Min, just nervous." The quarian mused although it was more akin to a nervousness she could more so use to her advantage than to be standing idly frozen in place. This was their first mission and truthfully it was more alike to the rock of the ship's hull punching through the planet's atmosphere, unexpected, uncertain, and clearly unsure as to how those among her assigned team would react to her aide.<br/><br/>From what she could recall Krogans often were quite abrasive in personality and demeanor, fairing quite well for a recon mission they had been placed with but certainly not all of the species had to be grumpy brutes, a glance along the glowing lines of harnesses made it unclear to Rue if Drack fell into that category or not. Salarians were much more diplomatic and forthcoming with what they thought which in truth fell more in line with quarians to a degree, Jackiro a medaled assassin who made up his combat with critical thinking and stealth to make him a deadly but also valued team leader, something that made it easier to sigh in relief he was tasked with their grouping. Which would leave Jacob as the wild card in that humans were<em>oh so unpredictable</em>and often difficult to read, Rue woefully having found herself unprepared for something as simple as a meet and greet with far less on the line than they were currently. Still for him to have been selected to charter on such an mission meant he was fully capable in one way or another, something that Rue would put her trust within, as with everyone, as she calmed herself when the ship finally began to touch down.<br/><br/>Pulled from her deep introspective dialogue with herself the quarian briefly glanced in Jay's direction with only a light nod and a familiar gesture she had witnessed a few times over, that while she lacked the appropriate digits for certain measures, the distinct thumb up hopefully was easily enough to decipher from the mechanic. Unstrapping herself Rue nearly tanked to her left with the sudden shift of her equilibrium attempting to adjust itself from the rip tide of her seat, the quarian soon getting her bearings as she flipped open her omni tool read what atmospheric signals that they had currently landed within. The enviro-suit had been made in mind to account for most systems pressures on top of typical quarian needs for a sterile environment as the heavier material clung to her figure in a form fit put secure manner, the suit itself reading the planet's terrain to adjust itself with ease in a sleek ripple that darkened the suit from head to toe to cloak Rue in color scheme much more fitting for a stealth mission in mind. Taking a sharp breath she'd join her team respectfully keeping her hands at her sides, the blaster at her hip an article that she could and would use if need be as in every training quarians were taught some combat. Some excelled more than others as with any species would though Rue herself found her ideals more align with matters that did not require a quick shot for survival, the element of danger danced with anything if one thought hard enough on it, though unable to defend one's self was a trait quarians did not take lightly; a quarian who couldn't shoot wasn't worth their salt.<br/><br/>Standing at attention Rue had to admit the Earth customs of nicknaming missions was a bit odd, operation Red rescue an amusing antidote never the less, as it appeared Jackiro had some humor to himself, at least from what Rue could gather. Listening intently the quarian once more glanced down to her omni tool in thought, the projection of Min already integrating into the software to make themselves known across the screen to bring Rue some comfort as well as her own thoughts on the mission. "Captain Indri I have within my own systems a program that could be made of use along with our communication, they can scan along the terrain to coax ourselves in the right direction of where the pings of unknown chatter come up, should it be permitted." Rue spoke respectfully in address, having the habit of calling any higher authority 'captain ' without a certain title or not. Glancing towards Sink the orange flare of Rue's visor seemed to light up with curiosity to the bot that was at his beck and call, preferring to keep himself ship side in a gesture of some tact; after all the planet was unknown and enemies of any sort could erupt behind their backs at the most opportune moment.<br/><br/>So distracted by the sleek bot Rue very nearly jumped to attention with the croak of Drack speaking to herself so suddenly, now more than ever having wished she had done a better job at introducing herself to more of her crew mates upon the ship than on the planet's surface. "You may call me Rue if you would like," The quarian mused thoughtfully enough but at the measure of having to watch out for anything did have her tilting her shielded head in thought." Watch out for? No sir captain Drack.  I will do my upmost best to not create any situations that will endanger our mission." The hand resting on her gun at her hip a testament to the willingness to not be dead weight to those around her.