<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/BibuB9H.jpg)<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Blue Team</span></span></div></div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Luus Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15725923#msg15725923)<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>Mercenary/Demolitionist Vanguard<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>As shown<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>LZ<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Preparing to head North<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Mainly Blue Team<br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Scans had given some heads up of what was in store on Reetix--dangerously low oxygen levels, a hazardous LZ with low visibility, the possibility of hostile sentient lifeforms--but nothing could have prepared him for the nightmarish ride down to the surface. It was a miracle he was able to keep his stomach contents where they were, let alone stand in his heavily armored suit once they finally touched down. He let out a groan as he stepped, meticulous and slightly wobbly, out of the shuttle. "I make a living off of crashing headfirst into people and exploding, and that was a lot for<em>me</em>." As he shook away the dizziness cloudhing his head, his armored, three-fingered hand rested atop his thick helmet, easily marked as turian by its head fringe. "I'm almost surprised we made it," he added before regarding the asari among them. "Good flying back there."<br/><br/>Luckily for him, the lightness of the gravity made staying upright and gaining his bearings much easier than if he were back on Palaven. "A little warmer than the ol' home planet, and much, much uglier, but at least this suit's not gonna weigh me down too much." He sounded pleased with that. Sometimes it was good to enjoy the little things.<br/><br/>Besides, he was armed with his Phaeston rifle, heavily armored, and hadn't been shot at thus far. What more could he ask for? "Ready to head North when you all are," he said, his helmeted head facing Jay, Maxine, and Coaf as he subconsciously reached back to ensure his assault rifle was properly secured.<br/><br/>A turian, an asari, a human and a quarian all venturing on a desolate moon. It sounded like the beginning to a bad joke. Or a horror story. In both cases, all signs pointed to the quarian dying of a suit rupture either before or after the turian and human killed each other. And of course the asari would suspiciously survive to tell the tale.<br/><br/>But...there was no need to worry about any of that in reality. Right?