<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=335654.msg15962167#msg15962167)<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 / Xeno-biologist<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 18th, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>This, but probably little ripped and wrinkled by now. (https://i.imgur.com/SZyvDUP.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong><strong>Enlil</strong>. Docking Bay Victor-12, pavilion<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>See this? This is what we were trying to avoid...<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Drack | OPEN<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Getting scooped up by a krogan’s sense of urgency felt a little like getting hit in the stomach by a cinder block. The air rushed out of Samantha’s lungs as her diaphragm spasmed tightly, but she was swinging around with enough g-forces that she didn’t have enough time to really panic. The doctor could acknowledge the insanity unfolding around her, question the irrational turn to violence on an internal level, but it looked like everyone was well past the talking stage no matter how determined she might be.<br/><br/>So that left her with very little to do. Sam could gasp for air as she tried to refill her lungs, and she could try to orientate herself while tucked in the arm of a very old krogan lobbing a grenade. This didn’t leave much room to work out the voice that started warbling in next to the woman’s ear, made all the more difficult with ears that were ringing from the violent explosion of multiple grenades.<br/><br/>'<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">Repe-, Doct- -ams. Damn it, Ensig-</span>'<br/><br/>'<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">Doctor Adams, Galeaus here. Confirm your situation, over.</span>’<br/><br/>The lights clicked on, and soon Sam was fumbling with one hand, trying to get her omni-tool to cooperate while her other arm was locked at her side. The Krogan-Express was far from comfortable, no matter how much she squirmed and wiggled around like a kitten that didn’t want to be held. But through sheer luck and a hit against her ego, she managed to get a connection established, displaying her disheveled appearance and apparent signs of duress. She seemed to have all of her fingers and toes, but exhaustion and exasperation shadowed her otherwise friendly face.<br/><br/>Her voice was hoarse as she tried to relearn how to breathe. “<em>Nngh</em>... you again... situation is fucked. Is that the proper terminology? You can tell the council they’re cheap assholes and a bunch of liars.”