<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/BibuB9H.jpg)<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Blue Team</span></span></div></div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Luus Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15725923#msg15725923)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Turian<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Mercenary/Demolitionist Vanguard<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 20th, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>As shown<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>Preparing to head North<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Jay, Maxine, Coaf (NPC)<br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>"Let's get going then. Wouldn't want to be the last ones getting things done. If there's one thing I prefer to finish quickly in, it's a mission." With an unseen but certainly heard grin, he turns and began his walk North, his steps gratefully lighter than he was used to in his heavy plating. The landscape was a mess of cracks, crags, and jutting structures, and that only judging by what he could see beyond the choking gas that appeared desperate to get into their suits. He hadn't witnessed such a persistent and pathetic attempt at such a thing since his old Cabal buddy Rika tried her best to snag a quarian girl at the Afterlife.<br/><br/>As he walked, keeping ahead of his teammates but not enough to lose visual, he decided to give their team comms a try, and asking a few important questions was the best way to do that. And so his voice came in through Blue Teams comms, a bit of static added to his normal rasping flang. "How many of you are familiar with running missions on hazardous planets? he asked, figuring it was a good starting point. "I know you know all about suit ruptures, Coaf, but how 'bout the rest of you? Know how to patch up a suit or cracked mask? Or how to staunch bleeding through your personal gear? Not saying we'll be shot at, if whoever was at our destination is still there, but I<em>am</em>saying shit happens."