<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>U.F.O’s<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/>Samantha didn’t enjoy the way her heart was hammering in her throat, the sensations brought with it unpleasant memories from all the other times she had been afraid. Why did it always have to feel like something was<em>hunting</em>her? Like the universe was quite keen to remind the human where she sat on the food chain? Doubly so, since she was a doctor, and was rather determined never to actually end someone’s life. But that buzzing of anxiety and hyperawareness for her situation wouldn’t dissipate, and she was once again aware of just how inadequate she was for this situation. Armed with a pistol, the most pathetic of biotic abilities that could barely light up the end of her fingertip, and a stubbornness that wouldn’t sit back on the ship where she would be safe and comfortable. Not exactly the firepower anyone could depend on to watch their backs, was it?<br/><br/>Namir put his hand on her shoulder, reassuring her with a friendly squeeze and a nod of his head. She tried offering him a comforting smile in return --then remembered that he wouldn’t see it behind her mask.<strong>“It’s alright, Sam. Just stay on my left.” </strong>She looked at his rifle, understanding what he meant by that, then nodded her head in agreement.<br/><br/>They took two steps before the wind was knocked out of her. Something massive dropped from the sky, a looming dark shape that her brain struggled to process due to its sheer size. What might have been confused for as a tree trunk impaled the earth at Sam’s side, and as it lifted to shuffle the torso around, both Namir and Samantha went flying in either direction.<strong>“What the fuck is that thing?!”</strong>Namir’s voice was loud in her ears over the radio, but the signal had a slight pop and crackle of interference. She couldn’t reply, too busy flinging herself away from another one of its limbs as the creature reared back its long neck - and snapped at mercenary, almost catching him in its pincered jaw.<br/><br/>Namir didn’t need to wait for direction; he open fired right into the mouth of the thing caging the pair beneath.<br/>