<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, Rue<br/><strong></strong><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Jacob is surprised that his offhand remark is taken as a compliment, but not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, the quick on his feet thinker he is, Jacob capitalizes on the lucky strike, replaying to Rue on the comms.<strong>"Yeah. It shows excellent craftsmanship. Would love to take a closer look at it after the mission."</strong>They hadn't really had a moment to get to know each other before the mission either way. And as far as he knew, quarians never took of their helmets anyway, so that'd be a close-by encounter.<br/><br/>Settling into position, his omni-tool flaring up and he proceeds to conjure up his temporary tech armor augments that begin to shine around his own actual armor. If things were going combat, he'd be ready to take a hit or two. In the sidelines of other data, he spots an important announcement from his personal VI.<strong>"Red Leader, latest ping to orange team didn't go through. I'm suspecting they are beyond comm range, or being actively blocked. Can not say for certain. Either way, entering stealth mode, call for the cavalry when you desire an airstrike."</strong><br/><br/>With those words, he dials up the stealth field emitter, proceeding to start using his energy reserves to cloak up a bitch - aka himself - so he can focus guiding Bobby without the fear of being shot at. And Bobby's bottom half expands into a large heavy caliber machine gun, ready to tote it to battle at the master's command.