<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>LZ<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Being a lazy butt.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Red Team, Jacki, Rue<br/><strong></strong><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><strong>"Cultural Reference. And deception in case they were observing comms. But now you've blown it, Red Leader. Now they know there's not at least five of us. Probably should have brought that up in the briefing." </strong>Engineer pipes, while his feet pick up the pace to catch up to the red leader, with the mechanical hunk-a-soon-to-be-junk Bobby fizzling along following Sink over his shoulder now, close enough to minimize the EMP fields for now. It'd be handy at some point during the encounter either way.<strong>"Bloodpack, here? Huh. That'll throw an interesting wrench into plans. Wonder what they're here to get or protect."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Race you there, Rue."</strong>His tongue in cheek expression lost in translation and helmet visor, but regardless, it was intented as a jest, as it'd be utter stupidity to be too visible, considering there was apparently mercenaries in the vicinity.<strong>"Seriously tho, keep your pretty helmet down."</strong>