<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/4d/e4/db/4de4db0d36edeae01e2a43ba666d29aa--deus-ex-mankind-divided-jensen.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Jacob "Sink" Sinclair (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15729522#msg15729522)<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>Chief Engineer<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong><del>Yes</del>21st of December<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Dark Green overalls with oil stains.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Hydroponics.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>About to get dirty<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Rue (the day)<br/><strong></strong><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><strong>"You have to be kidding me."</strong>Work order in hand, Sink stares at the hydroponics. An entire hydroponic tray needs a to be maintained due to non-functionality, except the botanist crew is partaking some social function and did not clear up the tray. Instead there it sits, with mound of dirt on it, and a single chief angrineer staring at it in disbelief. There's signs that someone did get it started, at least according to the shovel and some containers to place the dirt in while thing gets sorted. And because this absolutely -needs- to be done before the function is over....<strong>"I am going to chew his head off."</strong>And the tray is about ten feet long, with hundreds of pounds of dirt on it, as well as bits of the plants that had partially grown on it.<br/><br/>Sharp inhale as he braves himself for the task ahead, by summoning up his omni tool and checking up the work lists to see who is available and not working on something actually crucial. Flicking through the engineers and spotting Rue who's been given non-critical tasks, he picks up the comm array, and has it call to the quarian.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey Rue, Chief Engineer Sink here. Drop what you're doing, and bring your pretty helmet up to hydroponics, I need a second pair of hands with this."</strong>He figured re-empathizing the compliment from the surface couldn't hurt, right? Also, it did steer his attention away from the annoying circumstances around him, just for a moment. As soon enough his attention slips from the call he remembers that he's got plenty of shoveling ahead, and then he can start cleaning up the tray before he can even fathom figuring out what the heck is wrong with it.<br/><br/>Rolling up his sleeves, he picks up the shovel, and proceeds to start clearing up the dirt, one spade at the time. Had it not been bolted to the floor, he might've just tipped it to the side and let the botanists clear it up. But he also wasn't that mean - yet.