<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><del> Pictured, with medical bag</del>Pictured, but just add violence.<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>Living nightmare.<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/>There wasn’t much to grab hold of. More of that strange, organic material that ripped like fabric under duress. A few rocks that jutted from the ground; but these were slippery and covered with a strange paste that was the product of the chlorine gas mixing with… secretions of some kind.<em>Don’t think about that.</em>Unlike in the vids, Samantha didn’t have a convenient branch or vine to snag onto, and there were no bones that littered the ground to use as a club. Without any false pretenses, the creature was far stronger than she was and already dragged her deep in the cave, much further than she would have liked to have gone. It was hard to remain upbeat and optimistic when she was pretty certain she had this nightmare before.<br/><br/>There were sounds coming from behind her. Scrapes, the muffled crackle of the radio sounded in her ear but most of the voice traveling through was a buzz of static. She couldn’t help herself.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">“Arcus! Down here!”</span><br/><br/>The harvester gave her another jerk, half her leg already shoved down its throat like a hungry snake. She could tell that her suit was ruptured by the sudden presence of circulation, a coldness, and heat against her leg, all at the same time.<em>Think of this as a means to better your pamphlets.</em>Samantha kicked with her good leg, rolling onto her side for better leverage.<em>Did you take into account these situations?</em>Her heel popped one of the eyes, sending the harvester thrashing. Then she pushed forward and shoved her leg deeper into its mouth, grateful that it seemed to have discovered a gag reflex and immediately unhinged its jaw and gave her time to pull her leg out.<br/><br/><em>Suit ruptured, leg unresponsive, high off of adrenaline, and sick with fear.</em>Samantha began scrambling back with her arms and her one good leg, trying not to focus on the pain in her left… everywhere. She had the wit to roll out of the way when the damned bug-thing advanced with an angry shriek. She felt that rumble through her chest, vibrating against her ribs as if to prove to her frantic heart-rate that, yes, you can still hammer faster.<br/><br/>It was a pathetic attempt, one she knew wouldn’t work. They say that, in a moment of desperation, people were able to lift cars off of loved ones. Her biotics didn’t suddenly develop, there was no rush and tingle of its presence similar to how she felt when Namir used his powers to get her out of harm’s way. All that came to her was the pathetic blue bubble no larger than her palm, popping the moment it began to bulge from her hand. With it came vertigo, and she felt herself lifting as the mouth found her shoulder, bit, lifted…<br/><br/>And rewarded her with a mini version of the krogan’s trebuchet. She didn’t go far, and the only thing she broke was a few more of those strange organic tarp-things. And maybe a rib. But at least she was far enough away from the hungry bastard that she had time enough for another scream.<br/><br/>Because<em>that</em>was being productive, and she really had no other idea what to do.