<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>LZ, heading west<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Landing, heading west, tactics<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Everyone,mainly Orange team<br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/><br/>He hated shuttle landings. With how much time he spent in the Terminus systems and inhospitable planets, Arcus really should be used to a little turbulence by now, but they always made him sick in his gutters and anxious. However, he was quite familiar with the feeling, so he simply clenched his jaws and glued himself to his seat as the spunky Asari pilot took them on a tumble to the surface of the moon. Everyone else didn't seem to fare much better either, as they all seemed to be in various states of shock and terror, but it was a bit hard to tell under all the helmets. He himself was clad in custom made stealth armour, coloured in accordance with his markings— a metallic black with orange accents on the fringes and centers. He travelled light on these missions, as he always preferred a quiet approach, and seldom found need for bulkier armour or more firepower.<br/><br/>Strapped to his back was the minimized husk of his trusted Krysae rifle, the one he had been using for well over two decades. By all rights, it was basically an obsolete and outdated weapon. There were far better, newer Krysae models he could replace it with, but he kept it around as a memento of Shangxi and his parents. Arcus, unassumingly, was a sentimental man, evident by the little accessories and the upgrades he had given the sniper rifle over the years. Plus, he only ever needs one shot, anyway. Other parts of his kit, he wasn't as fond of; a Phaeston assault rifle in case all hell breaks loose, a back up pistol just in case, and a variety of other grenades for any possible confrontation. He was a soldier through and through, and trusted in his tactics and his gadgets like the typical Turian.<br/><br/>The landing wasn't smooth, but it was by no means bad; he'd landed ships far worse in far better conditions, but he kept the praises to himself, for now. Commendations can be given out once they'd returned to the Kalanhai. Nothing worse than having to deal with an overconfident soldier. Plus, most of the others seemed to be doing the praising for him anyway. The Spectre wasted no time in crossing over to solid ground, taking a moment to get a feel of the gravity and pressure, his suit adjusting to it's environment silently. Gravity was a bit too low for his liking; they'd have to hop around if they were to reach anywhere with speed. Good thing this was supposed to be a simple investigation, then.<br/><br/>"Right. All here, Orange team?" he comm'd, pressing a pad on his wrist, designed so that he could talk while holding a gun. He took a quick roll call of the three under him, eyes narrowing behind the helmet as the doctor already seemed out of sorts. He'd told her not to follow them on the mission, but of course she had to force her way into something that was out of her depth. He just made a quick prayer they wouldn't have to carry her around for the remainder of the trip. "Good. Our goal is to scout out and investigate the caverns west of here," he said pointing into the putrid green distance were jagged rock formations were very barely visible. "It should be a textbook reconnaissance mission. Quick in, quick out, nothing else. But in the unfortunate event that we meet hostile species, sentient or not, we retreat and observe. We do not open fire, ever," he said, emphasizing the last word, staring straight at the Krogan in their team to make his point. "If we're detected and a firefight breaks out, we focus on retreating and getting all team members to safety, instead of retaliating. Understood?"<br/><br/>Satisfied, he reached behind his back and grabbed his trusted Krysae, which spread out over the twice the length of his torso with a little clicking sounds and glimmering lights, which soon died down to better help with the camouflage. His armour didn't change though; no cloaking necessary at this moment. "Kandok will take point," he said, pointing at the Krogan, "while Sedef and Adams will stay a good distance behind to provide support if necessary. I'll run forward reconnaissance to find suitable vantage points and provide cover for the three of you as you move. Questions? I'll answer as we go. Move."