<div class="floatleft">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/220457670/original.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Sofia Sato Fuentes<br/><strong>Ranger</strong>Green<br/><strong>Location</strong>Pyramidas<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>All<br/><strong>Other</strong>Wound description<br/><hr/><br/><br/>A small broke the dark grease pant of her face.  White teeth flashed in what might have been a beautiful smile before her life took this turn.  Cracked black and green paint frozen back into place when her eyes fell on the morpher.  Delicately, gently she plucked the device up to examine the alien creation.  Gone was the pain to her side, gone the light headedness of blood loss and fading adrenaline.  Instead child like wonder replaced the aches and pains.  The hand clutching the green shard, the same which had splinted and staunched the bleeding at her side now moved to set the shimmering fragment into place.  A shiver raced down her spine when a pulse lifted from the device and through her fingertips.  She smiled again but with a dark promise to seek vengeance for those that had fallen.<br/><br/>Much as it always did, reality came crashing back to her senses.  Mention of medical attention seemed to remind her brain and body of what had happened.  Knees buckled and she stumbled toward  a bit of furniture to rock her hips against.  That device, no matter it’s original purpose, would now serve as her brace.  Fingers pried open the camoflouge jacket she wore.  Armor shifting along with her weapon so that she could pull back to reveal the piercing wound to her side.  Dark blood indeed flowed freely now with a slow progression down her abdomen and leg.<br/><br/>“I guess bikini season is out.”<br/><br/>Indeed the weapon that had made the wound had sliced neatly through flesh and muscle.  A widening puncture wound that was made at high velocity and strength.  Shards had tore up further as the weapon in question had cruelly exploded on impact and allowed the shards to burn and burrow.  Slowly she inhaled and then exhaled, starting to fumble with her free hand for gauze and rough bandages.  Her efforts now moving to staunch the bleeding once more.<br/><br/>“Not exactly how I want to greet my new team.”<br/>