<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/805608801994670092/813384132997939210/IMG_20210222_184759.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>Arcus Aurelion  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727099#msg15727099)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Turian<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Spectre<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 20th, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Pictured<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>West of landing zone<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>You're lucky I rolled a 19, then.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Orange Team<br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>The lobbed grenade exploded at just the right time, courtesy of the surprisingly impressive biotic human. The plumes of fire, amplified immensely by the static blast that followed soon after, seemed to shred and cauterize the creature's inner epithelium simultaneously. He doubted it would be the end of the Harvester, but from the way it reeled back and tripped over its own many legs, he was confident they were at least making it hurt like a bitch.<br/><br/>Arcus, of course, saved the compliments for later, as he was quite busy slipping and sliding around underneath the bug. The EMP blast seemed to have affected him as well, as he felt his shields flicker and crack just as he was going in, much to his dismay. Still, he committed to his plans without failure, no matter how dire the consequences might be. The belly seemed to have the least amount of hide and chitin covering it, and each bullet pierced through to the Harvester's internal organs with sickeningly satisfying splashes of its alien blood. Still, it was a daunting task, trying to weave in between each building-sized leg as it frantically tried to crush him underneath.<br/><br/>And it succeeded, as one wayward leg swiped him a good few metres backwards, landing him squarely on his back, just in time for another to come bearing down on his chest with breakneck speed. He was sure we would've died right there and then, if his state-of-the-art shielding system didn't absorb a vast majority of the impact, and if Namir didn't blast the hammering leg into pieces just moments after. Still, the blow completely knocked the air out of his lungs, his head snapping back against the ground and wheezing as he tried to scramble back on his feet— and get the fuck out of the killing zone that was the Harvester's underside. "Arrgh, fuck," he grunted in pain, holding the now crushed front of his chest plate with one hand and shooting straight into the legs of the creature with the other.<br/><br/>Thankfully, he now had a solid game plan, and was now rushing towards the creature's tail-end, working in tandem with Namir to obliterate the creature's legs as he made his way. Each injured appendage made the Harvester less stable on the ground, and it started to crumbled face first as the wounds piled up, again threatening to crush Arcus with its weight. Fortunately, he was spared such a horrid fate, and made it out from under it just as it collapsed on the ground. He glanced up, spotting a hole on the creature's behind that he assumed was it's anus, and quickly unpinned and lobbed his three remaining grenades right at it— the asshole would be the most unprotected part, naturally. "Sedef, again!" he shouted as he himself emptied his load right at it's behind, before the arced lighting from Namir's hands lit up the sky, blasting the Harvester's anal cavity and sending Arcus flying right across the scenery, towards the caves.<br/><br/>For a moment, the whole world was completely blank, and Arcus briefly wondered if he really had died in the blast. What a lame way to die, suicide bombing a Harvester's asshole. The nerve wracking pain in his chest as he wheezed out a laugh confirmed that he was indeed still alive, if barely. He just laid there for a moment, sprawled on the ground, reveling in the silence after the battle— the Harvester would probably be incapacitated by now. Dead, if they were lucky. That'd be quite the feat, if they really did manage to kill one with just essentially two people. Which reminded him that Sam and Drack weren't with them. Just in time, Sam's terrified shriek came through, jolting the Turian out from his lull, and he frantically tapped the comms buttons and said, "Kandok? Adams? Are you there?" Nothing for a moment, only static and a whole lot of commotion, and then Sam's voice again, barely a whimper as she called out his name. "Sam. The ground— the ground what? Sam? Sam!?" He didn't even realize he'd switched to her first name, more concerned with her panicked screams and the fact that Kandok still wasn't responding.<br/><br/>"Fuck. Fuck. Everything's gone to shit now," be murmured, trying to get back up with a groan, and was helped along by Namir, who appeared beside him looking like he took a swim through green goo, but completely fine otherwise. One of them got through unscraped, at least. "You heard the comms?" The human asked gravely, and the Turian nodded with considerable effort. "Yeah. Sounds like something happened to them. Maybe the ground caved in, I don't know."<br/><br/>With hobbled steps to gain his footing, he and his only teammate around hurried towards he caves, with both of them trying to reach the red and blue teams, to no avail. "Red Team. Blue Team. We need help on the westside caves, ASAP. We've incapacitated the Harvester for now, but three of us are heavily injured— one might already be dead. Rendezvous on our location when you're able. Co-ordinates attached." Just static. Fuck.<br/><br/>They soon reached the entrance to the caves, which Arcus soon realised was not a naturally formed cave, but actually a Harvester's nest. Probably where the one from earlier resided. Undoubtedly housing even more Harvester and Klixen inside. And he'd just told the unarmed doctor to go into these very caves. Guilt and worry gripped his throat, but he made no comments as they entered, stopping in their tracks as they found the giant chasm that awaited them. "Looks like we know what happened to the ground," Namir murmured, leaning down onto one knee and shining a flashlight from his suit into the depths below.<br/><br/>"Look, there's Kandok. Looks like he's been knocked out cold, but I don't think he's dead yet."<br/><br/>"And there's a trail of blood leading deeper into the caves. Sam." Arcus added with a grave tone, and the two jumped in with a leap, stabilizing their landings with blasts of kinetic force from their boots. The human went to check on the Krogan, while Arcus surveyed the surroundings with the light from his rifle. The walls were uneven and ridded with holes, and shards of rock and earth jutted out from every direction. If he had doubts about this being a Harvester nest before, he certainly wasn't now.<br/><br/>"He's still alive," Namir said, checking Kandok with meticulous care. Arcus nodded gratefully. "But looks like he's severely injured. A two broken legs and a lot of bleeding, not to mention the internal damage he might have. We need to evacuate him now."<br/><br/>"We still need to find Dr. Adams," said Arcus gruffly, shining the light onto the trail of blood that dragged into the caves. "You stay here and do whatever you can for him, and try to reach the other two teams. I'm gonna follow the trail and get back Sam."<br/><br/>If he had any objections, Namir didn't show it, and he got to work tending to Kandok, applying his stock of medi-gel on the unconscious Krogan as Arcus made haste in following Sam's tracks, and whatever it was that dragged her away.