<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vVQ30ETs3hI/TyGveE5hVLI/AAAAAAAABVM/UFi7ucOBztQ/s1600/Blood_Dragon_Armor_2.png)<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Red Team</span></span></div></div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Jacob "Sink" Sinclair (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15729522#msg15729522)<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>Chief Engineer<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>Hostile Environment Suit Pictured<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Red Team<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Timely awakening<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Red Team, Rue<br/><strong></strong><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>The little wound on his leg, turned out to get bigger with every step, especially since he didn't have the courage to start pulling out metal shards from his legs without immediate medical attention at the ready. Sure, he could patch it up with medigel, but he - to be honest- doesn't trust it. Not when he can avoid using it. It feels too easy, to convenient to be effective. Which is funny because he jumped on that omni-tool craze even before humanity had discovered them. Thank you Shanxi invaders for that.<br/><br/>Jolt of pain in the leg tears Jacob out of his reminiscing, suddenly realizing he is already in the shuttle, having missed every bit of conversation. Sitting next to Rue in the cockpit on the secondary pilot seat, eyes staring into the control display emitted before him. He had been doing something, but now, he does not remember. Last memory was him walking, in the mist of Aphras. With data on the cyber-eye retina stating something about ship functions that don't make any sense without the context.<br/><br/>Still en route, he deduces from the part where they're still flying and heading over. Eye darts from readout to readout, hearing conversation over the comms. Salarian is still talking, so he's still in charge and not killed by a krogan. He flicks a hand, opening up a new data entry. Everything seems to be running smoothly, shuttle is in good enough shape.<br/><br/>He debates with himself whether he should open up about his sudden blackout mid mission. Glance to side. Rue can pilot. So that's taken care of. Drack is still alive, as evident by his large frame just in the corner of his eye. So they have lifting power to carry people.<br/><br/>He could call in and warn them.... Warn them he might be suffering from concu- No. Do not. You are not this weak. You need to bite it down and wait for the ship. Check yourself in the medbay, and get checked out. until that you're going to bite it in, and do what needs to be done.<br/><br/>So, faking it then it is. He could not allow himself be a burden. Not again.<br/><br/>Hand reaches up to press on the comm button.<br/><br/>"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Aphras safari. The local temperature is 31 degrees with a visibility of 100 meters. Thank you for flying Air Quahumanian United, and hope to see you again!"<br/><br/>