<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>Pictured, with medical bag<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>Wanting to hurl<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>All<br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>She hated flying. Rattling around inside what was the equivalent of a tin can did little to change her opinions of the matter, and it was all Samantha could do to<em>not</em>cross herself or mumble in prayer to the respective goddesses or spirits that the asari and turians observed. Her faith was better placed in the asari at the helm, someone who had negated her nerves before by her chipper personality and an easy smile. Samantha couldn’t tell if Jay had managed to be smiling on their trip to the surface. She was too busy trying to focus on the furthest point in the cabin and not get sick all over the inside of her helmet.<br/><br/><em>Wouldn’t that be something? And you wouldn’t be able to just take it off and give it a quick rinse.</em>Not where they were going, at least.<br/><br/>With their shuttle on solid ground, and the hatch released to allow them out of their unique little torture device, Sam was grateful that her legs weren’t wobbling and her balance hadn’t been disrupted. She still felt like she wanted to hurl, but it wasn’t so bad that she was going to pull out some Meclizine Hydrochloride and flush it right out of her system. Maybe she would offer it to everyone before the flight back…<br/><br/><em>We have to do that all over again.</em><br/><br/>She almost groaned out loud at the thought. Instead, Samantha took a settling breath and looked at their surroundings. This was the first time her boots had touched soil in years. One spaceport to another space station to the Citadel… She missed the subtle differences of real gravity and the absent silence of machines working in the background. But despite the abundance of wild nature surrounding them, Reetix wasn’t exactly a beautiful place. The air looked like an algae bloom, and through the gloom, she found the rocky ridges and looming flora to be ominous as it hit the 'uncanny valley' with the vague familiarity. That over there she would call a ‘big-ass tree’, while that thing over there was a ‘bush’.<br/><br/>But, if there were murderous fungi to be found, this place certainly seemed to be a promising lead. No doubt that meant there were other things just as capable of killing them in horrific ways, but wishing to remain the optimist, Samantha pushed that thought to the back of her mind and waited for the rest of her team.<br/>