<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/76OhMjp.jpg)<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Orange Team</span></span></div></div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<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>Doctor<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><del> Pictured, with medical bag</del>Pictured, but just add violence.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Landing Zone<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Got to love science...<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Orange Team<br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>No communication. No contact. Samantha became acutely aware of just how dependant she had become on the convenience of technology. With a flick of her hand, she had access to emails and messages and vid-calls, even if she were in the middle of critical surgery. She could consult with an expert, adapt to a previously unknown variable and proceed with more information. When even your omni-tool began to flicker, its connection weak and unstable, something as simple as applying omni-gel --which she helped design and develop to xenobiology-- became a complex algorithm of good luck and good timing. It also made her feel incredibly small and isolated, more aware of the fact that they were on an alien moon far away from home.<br/><br/>The Krogan was in bad shape, but Kandok’s regenerative abilities helped keep him stabilized. Samantha had moved to him, first, focussing on the details that would be instantly beneficial. With medi-gel already applied by Namir, the pair double-checked their work for any breaches in his suit, piecing together scans to try and form a picture of what he was going through. Shattered ribs, a punctured lung -good thing the remaining three were still holding strong- and a few ruptured organs. She didn’t doubt that he would live if they got him to the medical ward, fast. But there was little they could do to lower his pain or make him numb if he woke up before they got there. Neuroconductive fluids were both a blessing and a curse. There was no way they could move him themselves, nearly half a ton of muscle would have to remain in place until help arrived.<em>Good thing there is another Krogan…</em><br/><br/>Arcus was still out cold when they ran their second check; or rather, while Samantha was working, doing her best to ignore the rifle being shot at her back as Namir ‘discouraged’ a few of those immature klixen from getting any closer. The patch-job she did on his helmet was sound. Samantha had to make a second repair at his chest plate when diagnostics came back with signs of chlorine. Getting stomped on by a Harvester did a number on his armor, and she wasn’t even certain how they would be getting it off without some powerful tools and a saw blade. Fractured plates, mild burns, his internal organs showed signs of inflammation and distress but there didn’t seem to be any internal bleeding. With Namir’s help, they were able to drag Arcus over beside the Krogan, safely at their flank.<br/><br/>Namir and Sam sat back to back, a rifle over the mercenary’s lap while his pistol rested in hers. She saw to her own leg while Namir repaired the breach in her suit. Everything below her waist was numb, good for the pain, but not so good if she was expected to walk anywhere. At least the numbness came from the medi-gel, and nothing more alarming.<br/><br/>She checked her omni-tool again. Even though her visor would have displayed a message, nothing seemed to have popped up on the screen.<br/><br/><strong>“It’s like waiting for water to boil, isn’t it?”</strong><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">“They’ll come.”</span><br/><br/>Namir nodded his head, then took a deep sigh.<strong>“I know.”</strong>