<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><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/>Watching bobby raise up to the sky made him proud, so very proud until it twitched, sparkled, and ignited under a second. The initial shockwave bashing its way straight through his shield emitters and before he even realized what had happened, the shock of pain washes over his body, as a single strand of metal sticks out of his Left leg, having punctured straight through his enviro-suit, and in to the flesh, and potentially deeper.<br/><br/><strong>"AEEEH!</strong>The engineer yelps out in pain. Sure it wasn't the first time, or the last time, but it definitely was more painful to him on an emotional level.<strong>"Seriously! Why is it always the fleshy bits!"</strong>Particularly since he had so much robotic parts to him... That is when his eyes notice an even bigger part sticking out from his right hand.<strong>"Oh, nevermind." </strong>And his voice muddling down to whimper. Left hand moves to tug out the right hand debris, and yank it out, with a grunt. As the leg one moved as a part of the motion.<br/><br/>His ego wounded, but arm free and still functioning mostly, he summons an omni blade, and cuts out the sticking bit off the metal piece from his leg, leaving the contents inside. Not a smart move to remove that without opportunities for medical attention. After letting that off, he eanbles omni-tool once more and creates a tech-barrier around the wound, to protect it from the seeping athmosphere.<br/><br/>Due to this, he missed about everything that was happening since then.<strong>"Red five to red group. Suffered minor injuries, ready to limp back to base."</strong>While his mind is aching as he's trying to find the menu selection for the pain-killer insert option. He never expected that to be required. Muttering inside his helmet just to himself:<strong>"So much for that glorious display, Bobby."</strong><br/><br/>