<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>Tactically "repositioning"<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/>For a big shiny object in the sky, Bobby is surprisingly fast to the unaccustomed locals, or merceneries, whatever they are. As one moment its spitting fire from up right, the next moment, just when the creature bobs head back to check where Bobby went, it floats down behind the fanged beast of a humanoid.<strong>"Eat LEAD!"</strong>Bobby's speakers yell as it unleashes another satisfying BRRRRRT but this time, being so close it's volley strikes true, a gory display of severed limbs flying around the battlefield as the second to last of the active hostiles is no longer so very active - or even intact. Bobby's metal frame moving to respond to the last observed moving thing that is not identified as friendly, when a new set of programming is being uploaded.<br/><br/><strong>"Three down, one to go."</strong>His data input showing a trek of at least 30 minutes to get back if they don't stop to analyze things. This is why he wanted to stay back at the ship. This is exactly why there should always be a pilot left behind. But alas, Program upload 42% and rising, Bobby still executing old plan while waiting for upload. Sink's turn to pick up his pistol and join the fray, not that the two master killers needed any more help to deal with a single hostile, but one never knows when an extra bullet is needed. Besides, they were about to loose a distraction.<strong>"Sending Bobby to assist Orange team, ETA 5 minutes, 31 seconds."</strong>The same is transcribed into omnitext, as adviced by Drack.<br/><br/>Bobby's programming update completes. The metallic frame seizes its evasive maneuvers, instead it begins to gain altitude and execute the latest set of instructions: Proceed to coordinates and Protect Orange Team. He figured this's Bobby's last hurah either way. It either corroded and malfunctioned on the way - or died defending them. The metallic drone vanishing into the corroded clouds in a ballistic trajectory to Orange's reported location. Bobby's VI soon on its own as the connection becomes too unstable for direct intervention.<strong>"Sending Bobby to assist Orange team, ETA 4 minutes, 20 seconds."</strong>The same is transcribed into omnitext, as adviced by Drack.<br/><br/><strong>"Do me proud Bobby. Do me proud."</strong>Comms are not on for that one, that was not for the rest of the team. Instead what they might withness is Sink taking posture behind a outcropping of rock, pistol sights pointed towards the unlucky alien about to be crushed by a krogan-salarian commonsplat.