<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 pansyass.<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/>Jay's heart was in her throat, and not in the fun, ultimately harmless, way that she liked.  That fight had been a fucking shitshow, and someone on their team was already dead, and the bugs on this godforsaken planet SUCKED.  She found herself drawing in heavy, wet breaths as she struggled to stave off tears of mingled grief, relief, and catharsis as Luus took out the last of the threats and all of what had just happened came crashing down on top of her.  Max was safe, Luus was okay and she hadn't been so much as looked at funny, but the remains of the quarian she hadn't even really gotten a chance to meet were too much to bear.<br/><br/>Luckily, there was a handy shuttle she could use to cram down all those icky feelings.  With a wary glance at the den the klixen had crawled out of, she stormed across the littered and blasted battleground to the dead guys' relatively unscathed shuttle.  She was so charged on adrenaline and nerves, not to mention anger, that she nearly punched the touchpad to raise the door, unconsciously whispering curses under her breath as if it were a mantra designed to calm her down.  She hadn't even considered the possibility of more guys being inside, but she lucked out by not having her face blown off as she swung in and settled behind the controls.<br/><br/>The moment she started pulling up the shuttle's internal data, she felt some of the shakes beginning to ease off, her fingers moving confidently to bring up the flight plan and any recordings that might have been taken, not to mention readings that might indicate the purpose behind the batarian's presence on the planet.  This she knew.  This she was good at.  For all her training, she had very little real-world experience with combat, and had never seen someone die before.  She could deal with<em>that</em>later, though, when she wasn't needed anymore and could hide in her room with her shit.