<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/89/0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png/507px-0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png)<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>Jay V'doris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727579#msg15727579)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Asari<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Pilot<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>Pictured w/ Matching Helmet<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Reetix, LZ<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Being badass.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Team Asari!<br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>It was probably a good thing that Jay's helmet hid her face because a grin, not unlike that one she'd worn during their landing, had spread across her lips.  It might have given her teammates the unfortunate impression that they were out on a mission with a psycho.  Which might not be entirely out of bounds, given how excited Jay always got when shit went sideways.<br/><br/>At the sudden arrival of more bugs, and Luus' heroic ramming of himself into the nearest warm body...followd by ALL THE BAD.  Jay began to dimly wonder if maybe she was the sane one of the two...which was a very disconcerting thing to face amidst the unholy hell of exploding, fire-breathing skittermonsters.  Best to leave<em>that</em>existential crisis for a time when things were less stressful...less chaotic...less on fire.<br/><br/>"NOT COOL, KRO!"  'Cause, you know, even in a crisis you gotta have a good zinger on hand.<br/><br/>Blue light flared to life around Jay's forearm as she hopped up on the nearest handy rock, positioning herself with legs shoulder-width apart and one hand on a jauntily cocked hip.  Her other hand, burning with ice-blue light, extended toward the largest of the 'plody bugs and it lifted off the ground in a net of biotic energy.  After hovering for a split second, it zoomed through the air and slammed hard into the face of the nasty krogan that had hurt the boss.<br/><br/>She winced as it hit, but leapt immediately off her rock to bolt across toward Luus, the pale blue energy wrapped around her to ensure that she avoided any backsplash from the critter, and potential retaliatory fire...though the idea that even a krogan would handle taking a beetle grenade to the face well enough to pose any sort of threat was pretty slim.  When she reached Luus, she grabbed ahold and started dragging him as far from the bug den and the bad guys as possible, muttering curses under her breath in a semi-terrified, semi-thrilled voice.<br/><br/>"Fuck...fuck...Jay to...to just fucking<em>everyone</em>...the bugs explode and Luus is down and bad shit is happening with Team Asari!  Shit's fuckin' FUBAR, man!"