<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<br/><strong></strong><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Unlike the some here, Sink's gone down with worse landings, and he's notably uninterested in the shaking and tumbling on the ship, hands holding on to the safety harness while reading through data stream of the shuttle active scanners during the landing, to get a more precise handle of the surroundings. Which, no surprise is very little data they didn't have to begin with. But every little new detail is getting added to the database. Suddenly, he realizes that the harnesses are detaching, and he he himself is released, the doors of the ship opening up.<br/><br/><strong>"Good landing, Jay." </strong>As is any landing you can walk away with. This was an excellent one to be fair, but he does get up and stretch in the personalized Hostile Environment suit gleaming off of fresh paint, only to soon be soiled by this very hostile environment. Once finished with the flexing of his fancy outfit, he waits for others to get out, poking on to a container crate lock, opening its contents up, listening to Jackiro's brief.<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WlGYpPj.png)</div>Stepping outside mid brief, omni-tool open in his hand, eyehole looking down on the display while poking at it with a gaunteleted finger.<strong>"Sure, I can stand back. I can stand -way- back."</strong>The man smirks, but that is wasted by it being hidden by the helmet's visor, such a shame, really.<strong>"Introducing my replacement, say hello to Bob."</strong>and with those words, from inside the shuttle, from the bowels of the crate he had poked, floats up, and over to the man's shoulder a single drone (pictured left).<strong>"I propose Bobby here takes my place in the frontline, and I stay behind, guard the shuttle, and if needed, fly it for a rescue op." </strong><br/><br/>If he hadn't had experience with salarians, he wouldn't have noticed the small silent moment of Jackiro contemplating, and noticing the slarian body language indicating a regretful decline. When Jackiro's words come out he's already mentally prepared. "Sound idea, but no. Too many unknown variables. Ambush on group or ship plausible. Useful feather in cap if required to explore something subterranean, perhaps?"<br/><br/>This leads Sink to ponder that suggestion. Well, yes. It'd be useful.<strong>"Understood, Red leader. Call me Red Five."</strong>He presses as few more buttons, and gets ready to follow up the Salarian.<strong>"A human cultural thing. I'll explain it after mission."</strong>