<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>Harvester hive entrance<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Engineering shenanigans<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Surface, Sonon.<br/><strong></strong><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/><strong>"Good flying, Rue." </strong>Sink commends as the landing is done, and he breathes a bit, getting up and ready to leave the cockpit.<strong>"Stay on the chair, just in case."</strong>Before hustling out of the cockpit, his leg aching, as he shuffles after the two better faring mercenaries, who had already taken to joining the rescue effort. Except Jacki was coming back.<br/><br/><strong>"Appreciate the vote of confidence, Red leader."</strong>Giving the Salarian a thumbs up, before limping out of the shuttle.<strong>"I'll try and blow up some enemy stuff for a change. Maybe then I'll earn your trust."</strong>While he intended it to come out as cheery banter, disappointment shines through it. Mostly due to the part that -all- of the damage their team took in this battle was from his own darn drone. That does eat an engineer from inside. A lot.<br/><br/><strong>"I'll decline from descending, but I do have a plan in mind to assist on the next step. I'll keep you updated."</strong>While he limps to the enemy shuttle, omni-tool flaring up.<strong>"Time to get busy"</strong>In a manner of minutes he has dug in, implanted himself semi-literally to the shuttle systems and created a connection surface on to it.<br/><br/><strong>"Sink to Sonon. You hearing me? Tune in to channel 54.15, you should be receiving a direct contact to the local shuttle bypassing the firewalls. I want you to steal its IFF credentials, in case they spot you up there."</strong>He knew they can't hide their ship if any of their shuttles or other vessels even glance at their way. But now, they had genuine local credentials to flash at them to avoid suspicion until they jump out of the system.<strong>"And when you're done with that, give the baby a random identity. I'll have her flying off to a distracting direction, give them something to chase."</strong><br/><br/>That was the point where he could upload autopilot software on to the shuttle, and have the thing fly away when the time comes, give it a copy of Bobby's ducking VI, and hopefully any pursuers will chase after that while they make their escape back to Kalanhai. Easy, peacy, lemon squezy.<br/><br/>Then, finally, he can drag himself back to their own shuttle, plop his plated butt down on the seat next to Jacki and sigh.<strong>"I'm going to need a stiff drink and a bevy of old timey vids after this." </strong>His diversion shuttle only waiting for the time when either enemies are near. His leg pain isn't helping one bit. He can't wait to get to the darn medbay.<br/><br/>