<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/76OhMjp.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>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;">DATE:</span></strong>20th December, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Pictured, with medical bag<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Landing Zone<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>I shouldn’t have rolled that 1...<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Orange Team<br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to see a Krogan tossed through the air as if taking the express route via trebuchet. Like with the sheer size of the harvester, Samantha’s brain had a hard time comprehending what it was she was seeing. She wasn’t combat trained -even if she wasn’t new to those situations, either. Gore, violence, they were just part of the job. But monsters and hostile alien predators? Seeing what accumulated to, nearly, half a ton of muscle being swatted like a fly? No, this wasn’t something she had prepared for.<br/><br/>Hearing her name had her jumping on the spot. Once again Arcus’ harsh voice came through the radio and Samantha couldn’t help but wonder what the turian sounded like when he was<em>angry</em>. She would need to check on his stress levels when they got back -assuming things didn’t get any worse than they already were.<br/><br/>And that was the jinx. You never said ‘it can’t get any worse’ or challenge chaos theory in any measure of the word. Samantha was sprinting across the rocky surface towards the Krogan. She could just make out the dark shape of his armor and the glowing light of his visor when the first crack appeared in her line of sight. Not through her helmet, she was relieved to discover, but in the actual ground itself. The krogan’s impact had caused some severe damage to the rock around him. Then that split grew, just as Samantha was putting her foot to the ground. It cracked, it opened like a greedy mouth, and then Samantha and the Krogan both were falling.<br/><br/>Her shriek was echoed by a grunt of pain, then another from the jolt of impact. In the dark Samantha hit stone and some soft organic material, which ripped and tore under the stress of a flailing human. It sounded like cloth tearing, even as she grasped at its fraying ends to try and slow her descent. For one full second filled with hope, she stopped and hung there, staring up at the opening she had fallen through. The light was faint, debris continued to rain down on her and she could hear the staccato of gunfire overhead. But then the strange webbing she was clinging to pulled away from the stone, and Samantha was falling backward.<br/><br/>The impact was jarring. It hurt. Kandok was lying just a few feet away from where she sprawled, but Samantha struggled with getting her limbs to listen.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">“A-Arcus!”</span>She would have been horrified at the mewl her voice became, but there was enough going on already.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">“The ground…”</span>She shook her head, trying to clear it.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">“Fuck.”</span><br/><br/>But she had challenged chaos. Samantha watched as the dark undulated, and something just larger than a horse shuffled into view.<br/><br/><em>You’ve got to be kidding me…</em><br/><br/>And then it had her. The baby harvester didn’t have jaws the size of a corvette like the adult, but when it seized her by the leg and jerked her back, she felt it. Felt it rip through her suit, through her flesh, and into muscle. Felt it test the endurance of bone. Kicking it in the face with her other foot only pissed it off, and by the time Samantha realized she didn’t have her pistol any longer the thing grabbed her by the leg once more and began dragging her back into the dark.<br/>