<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/u4dc5De.gif)</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, evening<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>Medical ward<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>In fact, it was a shit day.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Viella<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Viella made Samantha think of hurricanes, of beautiful and destructive storms that both fascinated the human woman and absolutely terrified her at the same time. It was as if the asari was the embodiment of mother nature herself, and the moment she entered the room Sam imagined her ears popping as the temperature dropped.<br/><br/>Alright, so maybe the ear-popping and the sudden chill had more to do with her pain-response than the asari’s presence, but Samantha was treading water and twisting into herself with a nauseating mix of guilt and worry for her team. Guilt, because she hadn’t been able to do more for them in their time of need. Worry, because the doctor<em>always</em>worried for the souls who found their way onto the operating table. It was her own damn leg that prevented her from rushing over toward the operating table and taking control of the scene.<em>Calbix has this.</em><br/><br/>She just wished he didn’t have to.<br/><br/>“Viella.” Sam pushed her torso upright, keeping the grimace to a minimum, even if that simple movement caused sweat to bead across her forehead. She was short of breath, pale, but swallowed down any semblance of a complaint. “I’m sorry for the suddenness of this institution, but I think the reason behind it is obvious enough.” Sitting upright, and mostly certain she wasn’t going to embarrass herself by falling over, Samantha moved her trembling fingers across her omni-tool. It was a struggle to open the proper folders and to input her codes and bypass the security on her device, but she was very good at showing patience when it counted.<br/><br/>“The council informed me that, should anything happen to Arcus, I was to authorize our second spectre hiding in the wings to take over the proceedings. I hope you can forgive me for not being formal about any of this, but Arcus is fighting against the odds and I’m in no position to take over any role of leadership.” She winced, and then grunted as her leg spasmed. One of the med-techs rushed over and began to get to work. Sam’s leg was so much raw meat and exposed tendon that she had a hard time recognizing it as her own. She could feel everything, applied pressure where the tech needed it to help them accomplish their task, but it was never easy to accept that<em>your body</em>could be reduced to ground beef. She concentrated on the chemical burns instead, which somehow was easier to stomach.<br/><br/>“I’ll have a full report of our research for you later this evening, but if there is anything else I can do let me know. Looks like you're the boss, right now.”<br/><br/>It wasn’t as if they were springing a trap, Viella had been aware from the beginning that this was a possibility. But she didn’t doubt the spectre -an ex-justicar, even- might have questions about the current status of their mission. Or… at least Sam had hoped there might be at least one, if only because she was desperate for a distraction.