<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/u4dc5De.gif)</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, evening<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Late night comfortable (https://imgur.com/xn4g91K)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Medical ward<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>It wasn’t the best day ever...<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Viella<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Urgency filled the air, and with it came the constant buzz of activity. Able bodies shuffled from one corner of the room to the other in a complicated dance of step and turn, avoiding delicate instruments and bloodied gear. One of the med techs was using a specialized laser to cut through the krogan’s armor, while another pried the freed pieces off so that they might be stacked upon a useful cart. The precision cuts were in excellent hands, but the job was made all the easier when their patient remained unconscious.<br/><br/>Beeps and calls for supplies filled Sam’s ears, and despite the fact that she was on one of the occupants stretched out across the operating tables within the room, she felt the calmness of being surrounded by the familiar. She spent enough time going through inventory and wandering the ship in his early stages to know that there were no harvesters hiding within the closets and storage rooms. No explosive bugs were tucked away in the cabinets or the bed.<br/><br/>“Kandok’s report.” Calbix handed the data over to Sam, who stubbornly propped herself up onto one elbow so she could watch the room work. She had faith in her team and knew that micromanaging would only hinder them, but the distraction helped keep her mind off of the building aches and pains. She would let them do the work, answer any questions that were asked, but at least the reports would keep her updated with everything going on.<br/><br/>She flicked through the screen, pale blue eyes scanning over the details with professional detachment. She didn’t want to think about seeing the krogan being plucked off of the ground like a piece of straw. Of the way he pinwheeled, boneless, through the air. Or of that eerie slide that took over his body once the ground opened up beneath them and swallowed them both.<br/><br/>“He’s lucky he didn’t smash his skull,” She said, mostly to herself, and then passed the report over to Calbix who switched data pads for a new one. This one belonged to Arcus. The turian was already being hooked up to various machines, one of which was pumping nanites into his bloodstream to assist with the internal organ damage. His report was equally troubling.<br/><br/>Sam winced, then felt the air hiss through her teeth as her leg spasmed with pain. The muscles were starting to rebel, no longer dosed up on adrenaline and medi gel. “When Viella gets in send her right to me.” Calbix nodded, hesitated, then went back to work without another word.<br/>