<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XsPFh1t.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=335654.msg15962167#msg15962167)<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 / Xeno-biologist<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 18th, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>This, but probably little ripped and wrinkled by now. (https://i.imgur.com/SZyvDUP.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong><strong>Enlil</strong>. Docking Bay Victor-12, pavilion<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Feeling that burn.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Galeaus | OPEN<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>There was a lot she wanted to say to Galeaus, explanations and counter-arguments and maybe even a sharp rebuttal about the simple fact that he knew nothing about her. Samantha wasn’t the sort who let emotions guide her actions like some naive pup who hadn’t tasted the backhanded slap of the universe. She understood the weight of difficult decisions and making the tough calls. She was well aware of consequences and having to play ‘the game’ sometimes just to get things moving forward. But Galeaus was a spectre, and he was no stranger when it came to locating vulnerable chinks in his enemy’s armor. He wasn’t pulling any punches but Sam took those emotional blows without batting a single eyelash.<br/><br/><em>Ouch.</em>Internally, however, it was tearing her up inside. She kept silent not because she was a push-over, but because she knew how arguing and fighting wouldn’t solve any of their problems. It didn’t matter that she hadn’t slept for four days, depending solely on stims just so she could keep her eyelids open. The doctor didn’t bring up the hell that they all went through while the politicians preened and argued and lived up to every reason why she loathed authority. Sam really didn’t want to think about her time in the labs...<br/><br/>She looked away so she could clear any lingering expression from her face, withdraw the emotion from her eyes and pull back into that crowded space she built for herself whenever she was giving someone bad news about their health.<br/><br/><em>Is that what they really think? That I would do something like this? Or are they just planting convenient rumors for when they’re feeling lazy?</em><br/><br/>Her time working with the Sirta Foundation to develop and expand the use of Medi-gel to alien physiology had earned her Council praise just a few years ago. Now they were keen to make her their scapegoat? Samantha wasn’t surprised… but that was another deep cut to add to the collection.<br/><br/>“You’ll have to forgive me,” The doctor’s tone was as flat and deadpan as her gray eyes, not the color of the storm that raged inside her head, but dull and impenetrable like a well fortified bunker. His jab about her pleasantness<em>plinked</em>right off of her newly-enforced armor and seemed to land somewhere on the ground, discarded. “The council can drink wet shit from a sick varren for all I care. They want to manipulate and fabricate some fantastical story about how all of this is some<em>blah blah blah</em>‘conspiracy’ directed towards them -or  use me as some political red herring? Fine. But they can do it<em>after</em>we figure out what the hell is happening here and work on getting a cure.”<br/><br/>She forced her shoulders to relax, even if she was anything but relaxed. She didn’t even want to think about her cortisol levels… there was a reason she had shut that alarm off a long time ago. “I don’t know enough to give specifics yet, there hasn’t been much time to study the data we’ve been collecting. But breathing the air has no adverse effects. No one who has been attacked by any of the victims have had any side-effects past intense immune responses and short-lived fevers. It’s really those beasts you have to stay clear of. They’re not native to the Phoebus. I’d bet that they’re genetically modified but I’d need samples to be certain. Bites from those things will… alterate. Their claws don’t seem to have the same effect -except on the large white ones. Stay far away from those things.”