<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, but just add violence.<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>Well... that went well.<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/>For the first time on record, Samantha was glad to see Arcus. She didn’t even mind his reprimand or even try to defend herself against the blame for this shit-show that was unfolding around them. Sam would have thrown her arms around the turian in a grateful hug, but they were needed to keep her from flopping back like a boneless fish. The greatest pain in her ass was now challenging her nightmare, and she felt like the symbolism should have been obvious. Maybe if she was able to clear the haze out of her head, maybe if she were able to slow her thoughts something insightful would come to mind. Instead, she was watching a brutal fight that was a strange mix of impressive and terrifying.<br/><br/>Maybe she shouldn’t antagonize the spectre after all? Maybe she should have listened to him, even if she still felt as if he were wrong? The human didn’t flinch back as Arcus stumbled toward her, she was too busy reaching out to him and inspecting the cracks on the helmet’s visor. He asked her something but she couldn’t quite hear it. She was needing to put her focus on moving her hands and following muscle memory. Actions were better than words. He shared the same thought.<br/><br/>Up and over his shoulder. Samantha yelped out from the sudden change of orientation, but also because none of her injuries appreciated the rough treatment. Reasoning with them didn’t go over very well, and those complaints fell mute as soon as her brain whispered to her logic that, yes, those dog-sized bugs were indeed exploding.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">“I hate this place.”</span><br/><br/>She didn’t doubt that she wouldn’t be the only one. Sam left Arcus’s shoulder and was lobbed -not for the first time- somewhere else. She had the sensation of being airborn, felt Namir make a grab for her before rotating where he kneeled to throw a barrier around their position. The resounding explosions rattled her teeth and pulsed through the ground… but this time it didn’t split apart beneath the pair of them.<br/><br/>Immediately Sam was moving, pawing at Namir who seemed exhausted, but relatively unharmed. The Krogan was unresponsive but alive, and Arcus…<br/><br/>She moved as quickly as she could, dragging that useless leg with her as she finally made it to the turian’s side. Medi-gel was administered immediately, stabilizing him but not pulling him out of the fire, yet. Sam pulled out the suit-repair kit she included with everyone’s medical pouches and quickly sealed the cracked visor to keep out any chlorine gas. She could attest to how much it burned once it settled in.<br/><br/><strong>“Radios down,”</strong>Namir panted, inching the fallen spectre’s rifle closer to his side, expecting he would need it.<strong>“Can’t get through to the other team. Loaded up Kandok with medi-gel... he's not doing well. I think his insides are paste.”</strong><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">“F-Fuck…” </span>Her omni-tool pulled up; below ground the EMP had less of an effect, but the bedrock certainly didn’t make communication easier. She sent a shaky message out to every member of the team, hoping at least<em>one</em>received it. There was little else they could do, except try and make the others comfortable.