<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><del> Pictured, with medical bag</del>Pictured, just add violence.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Creepy fucking caves<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Krogan express<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Blue Team<br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Samantha turned her head, blinking over at Namir with the horrifying realization that, not only do those damn bugs explode, that they breathed fire as well? So far their team’s limited value of luck hadn’t warranted a first-hand experience with that particular feature. Too busy fighting what the other members of their team called ‘harvesters’, Samantha wasn’t exactly enthusiastic about discovering any more nasty surprises. “Great...” She said to herself, voice echoing inside her helmet and not through the comms traffic. “Why not that, too?”<br/><br/>This left her with the important task of continuing to watch their backs and to keep an eye out for strays. Namir was doing the hard work; with patience and determination, he used his biotics to counter Luus’ singularity, tugging and pulling Kandok’s body so that it didn’t spin like a top or jostle him into the rock wall. He wasn’t enthusiastic about the idea of the poor guy waking up before he could get to the ship, and he wasn’t enthusiastic about the idea of dropping him, either. Sweat beaded on the mercenary’s brow and his breathing grew ragged, but he could pay attention to the building migraine and the grumbling hunger in his stomach later when things were a little less chaotic.<br/><br/>Sam's tired voice carried over the radio to everyone on open comms.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">"Great job, you guys. Arcus... goes up next."</span>