<strong>Name:</strong>Vivica Rheyns<br/><strong>Rank:</strong>Medic<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mess-Hall<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Peter (Direct), Eben (Semi-Direct), Anvictus (Referenced), Stewart (Referenced)<br/><br/>Vivica put down her datapad as she caught the sound of the captain clearing his throat, only to blush and glance back down as she mumbled “Yes sir” in response. The captain looked fresher than most as usual, considering his early wake-up call. She had put in several requests that he at least rouse her too, just in case there was a medical emergency, but so far she had been declined every time. Vivica wasn't about to kick a fuss up about it now however and, with the pad out of the way, she was surprised to see the mess hall was filling up quite nicely.<br/><br/>The first to grab her attention was the behemoth in full body armour, standing silently to the side. A man whose height was only made more imposing by the heavy tactical gear he was wearing. Judging by his size, the medic surmised that he was their heavy weapons specialist, or at least that would have been her conclusion if two other men of similar builds hadn’t walked in soon after. “Oh dear, I’ve died and gone to Sparta,” Vivica thought with a mirthful smirk as she leaned back and took a sip from the swill they dared to call coffee.<br/><br/>While she had been privy to the crew’s medical records, to see all the troops together was still a little jarring, making her wonder what kind of threat they were expecting down on the surface. The one with the long black hair, blue eyes and completely whacked-out grin was disturbing her slightly. If he didn’t wipe that crazy look from his face, Vivica foresaw a visit to the medbay in his future. With a frown and a sharp glare, she snapped her fingers quickly in succession to try draw his attention away from whatever was so damnably amusing about the tables. She hoped that would be enough to return his focus as she wasn’t really in the mood for proper work…<br/><br/>At the very least, their assault specialist seemed to be both fit and happy, with his light quip upon entering drawing a small smile from the medic. Her biggest worry was a case of hiccups if he continued to wolf down his toast and cereal like a starving man. With a good portion of the team in the mess, Vivica continued to sip from her coffee as she gazed expectantly towards their captain. She had no doubt they’d be hearing of the mission details soon…<br/>