<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XsPFh1t.jpg)</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>18th December 2174 CE, Ungodly early<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Late night comfortable (https://imgur.com/xn4g91K)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Mess Hall<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Conversation and cards (4s , 10d, 8d) Another 22.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Jacki | Closed<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>Samantha slid her cards toward her, checking on the faces she had been dealt and felt better about her chances on this round. Maybe that was only because she was slightly closer to the goal on this hand, and a little optimism never hurt anybody. Fourteen was better than twelve… and twenty-two.<br/><br/>The woman’s surprise showed, hearing him quote earth poetry was unexpected but comforting. It also added validation to those who were remembered for their contributions. “Ernest Hemmingway.” Saying his name out loud only proved Jacki’s point, one that Samantha herself felt she understood. She didn’t believe in heaven or hell, just the natural cycle of life, death, and rebirth in the form of carbon and energy. But the romantic notion of being remembered for all time couldn’t be ignored. Maybe that had to do, in part, with her own dreams of being in love and maybe one day getting married? She also wanted to be remembered, even for a little while. The galaxy was a large expanse of cold violence, she liked the idea of being an echo of positive influence.<br/><br/>“Your point of view regarding the spectres brings a little more context to the forefront, but I don’t mean that as a negative. Congratulations on catching the council’s notice, that is quite impressive.” And she meant that, too. As he tapped the table, Sam slid the salarian another card without lifting it from the deck. For a moment, she only nodded to his question regarding her own involvement. Or rather, what brought her here.<br/><br/>That was a long story. It wasn’t one she spoke of often, and now that there was the opportunity she wasn’t certain if she knew how to summarize it into words. He already knew the<em>why</em>, Samantha was the best doctor for the job and seemed to be immune to the virus because of her shoddy biotic capabilities. She had the advantage. She had the knowledge…<br/><br/>“I was on Shanxi,” she began, even though she had every intention to keep it short and to only highlight what would be important. No need to bore her newfound friend. “Met my first turian when I was twelve by staring up the barrel of their rifle. Kept us as P.O.W’s until the Citadel stepped in and put a stop to the war. I spent most of my time treating the injured -humans and turians- and learned that my father died in the war. He was part of the Second Fleet.” Sam reached over to the deck of cards and drew one for herself.<br/><br/>Eight of diamonds; another bust. She kept her face straight and placed it with the other two. “When my mother couldn’t take it, I was left on my own. But medicine is in my blood, and I wanted to learn about the things that initially frightened me. Turns out I had a knack for xenostudies, I couldn’t get my hands on enough information, I was absorbing too fast. So, I reached out to old connections of my father’s --he was a good man, and he had good friends. They helped me get connected through their military channels. Never joined the service myself -I don’t take well to ego and orders, and I hate to fly. Well, those got me connected with some asari who were offering study abroad programs. Part of the council’s attempts to extend an olive branch, I think. Whatever the reason, they were fascinating and just what I wanted. I caught notice to the right people, and they in turn gave me further opportunities. The Sirta foundation sponsored me after my contributions with adjusting medi-gel to xeno-biology… and everything eventually led me to the Citadel.”<br/><br/>And that was that. There was no family to report back to, with the exception of the extended family who was just as busy as she was, and her career allowed her certain comforts and freedoms that she certainly didn’t take advantage of. Previous experience with violence, a long history with medicine, and early accomplishments made her a shoo-in.<br/><br/>Then she smiled, blushing slightly as that sheepishness returned. “I also implied that if Council didn’t let me come, I was going to create a scene. I already created a stink just to get this group assembled as quickly as it was.”<br/><br/>So if it all went to hell, well… then it was her fault.