ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }
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				Title: <strong>ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>20-02-2021, 22:29:10</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210220/e588786a0c8a30b0785681ff774523e7.png)</div><br><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/qyDLGks.jpg)<br></div><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">Location: Milky Way / The Shrike Abyssal / Xe Cha System /&nbsp; Second planet, largest moon</span></strong></div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Orbital Distance:</span> <em>1.4 AU</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Orbital Period:</span> <em>2 Earth Years</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Keplerian Ratio:</span> <em>0.686</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Radius:</span> <em>4,530 km</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Day Length:</span> <em>31.1 Earth Hours</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Atm Pressure:</span> <em>2.32 atm</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Surface Temp:</span> <em>33 degrees Celcius</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Surface Gravity:</span> <em>8.87 g</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Mass:</span> <em>0.35 Earth Masses</em></span></div><br><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Header Code</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=5]https://i.imgur.com/0YydNMW.png[/img][center][size=12pt][font=georgia]Team Color[/font][/size][/center][/floatleft]<br><br>[b][font=arial black]NAME:[/font][/b] Link your profile with your name here<br>[b][font=arial black]RACE:[/font][/b] Xeno-love!<br>[b][font=arial black]OCCUPATION:[/font][/b] What's your trade?<br>[b][font=arial black]DATE:[/font][/b] Story’s start was December 17th, 2174 CE<br>[b][font=arial black]WEARING:[/font][/b] Feel free to describe or link a photo if you want this info.<br>[b][font=arial black]LOCATION:[/font][/b] Where are you located, so that the others might find you.<br>[b][font=arial black]CONTENT:[/font][/b] General jist of the contents within this post. Please add trigger warnings here, if there are any.<br>[b][font=arial black]TAG:[/font][/b] Who are you speaking to?<br><br><br><br>[center] ___________________________________________________________[/center]<br>[center] ___________________________________________________________[/center]<br><br><br></code></pre></div></div></div><br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">GM NOTE</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br><br>I appologize in advance for this word vomit, but I figured this is the best way to fill everyone in without flooding the discord server!<br><br>Please note the updated header. There are TWO changes here. The first is the addition of TIME. When the crew was still docked at the Citadel, the date was the 17th of December, 2174 CE. Their mission on Reetix will take place on the <strong>20th of December, 2174 CE</strong><br><br>The second change can be located below where you would insert your character photo. I would have announced your team color in the discord, so please add that assigned color to this space, and change the font to reflect the hue so it stands out. This way you know exactly who is on what team and hopefully, make it just that much more clear on what is happening. I’ve included a sample of Sam’s header at the bottom of this message so you have a visual of what I mean.<br><br>And finally: The reason I broke the teams up into three groups is to make it more manageable for me and you. Nothing kills an RP faster than long wait times, so this is my attempt to minimize the lag. Please remember that the minimum posting requirements for this game are once a week, but I think everyone would appreciate it if you are able to increase that frequency to at least twice a week. This event shouldn’t take too long, and your solo stories are of course encouraged and can continue around this thread.<br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aXuNCVP.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">BLUE TEAM</span></span></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Shown in picture<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> L.Z<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Mushroom picking<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> All</div><br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br></div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>20-02-2021, 22:31:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/bPr9miB.jpg)</div> <div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/5KOJfN1.jpg)</div><br><div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210220/4bbb607521b8f348e8e88af31c0fc518.png)</div><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Orbital Distance:</span> <em>7.8 AU</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Orbital Period:</span> <em>16.7 Earth Years/i]</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Keplerian Ratio:</span> <em>1.702</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Radius:</span> <em>5,677 km</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Day Length:</span> <em>28.2 Earth Hours</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Atm Pressure:</span> <em>0.84 atm</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Surface Temp:</span> <em>21 degrees Celcius</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Surface Gravity:</span> <em>0.7 g</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Mass:</span> <em>0.684 Earth Masses</em></span></div><br><br><hr><hr><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">-: Mission Briefing :-</span></strong></span></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><br>Destination: Second moon of Aphras, Reetix.<br><br>Location: Three potential zones which show promising conditions for fungi classifications.<br><br>Three teams of four will travel to LZs and begin their search, maintaining communications with other teams at all times, with 15-minute intervals.<br><br>Link up procedures: mission briefing in the cargo bay, awaiting clearance of transport ships.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">*</span> Egress procedure. Estimated at 00:13 Centralized Citadel Time<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">*</span> En route, approx 22 minutes.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">*</span> Landing zone described as mildly hazardous with poor visibility. EMP static buildup within atmospheric pressure clouds may negate automated equipment. Recommend extreme caution.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">**</span> All team members must wear respiratory masks with N429-B filters or higher quality. Lower-than-recommended oxygen levels unsafe to breathe for non-native lifeforms.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">**</span> There are intermittent signals originating from the gorge near the LZ 3. They appear to be coded, though it is not impossible that they are garbled distress signals from a downed civilian ship.<br></span></strong><br><br><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><strong>Samantha's Email regarding Reetix.</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=330100.msg15768177#msg15768177)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>21-02-2021, 09:27:41</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/xywTgdQ.jpg)</div><br><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br>‘It was a bumpy ride’ would be putting it lightly. Entering the atmosphere of Reetix was a mix that was somewhere between getting kicked in the chest by a rampaging Krogan, and riding a rollercoaster during an earthquake. There were sudden plunges of altitude as the shuttle hit pockets of cooler air, only to forcefully divert off to one side as the pilot avoided electricity lancing through the sky. Anything not bolted into place was tossed around without prejudice, and those who harnessed themselves into the protective webbing at their seats would still have the need to clench their jaws or risk biting off their own tongues. <br><br>Twenty minutes was a long time to spend having one’s brain rattle around the inside of their skull, but twenty minutes was how long it lasted. Finally breaking through the turbulence, those who had the fortitude and the stomachs for it would be rewarded with a putrid sea of green just beyond the shuttle’s windows. Visibility was poor. Rocky ridges jutted from the ground like broken fingers, obscured again in the amount of time it took to blink.<br><br>The pilot would have to trust the scans and the intel pulled together by the team’s researchers, and in doing so the shuttle would finally find a place to land on an outcrop of rock close to their objectives.<br><br>Once everyone was suited up, the orders were given.<br><br>Red Team’s objective is to investigate the signal coming from <span class="bbc_u">East of the landing zone</span>. It is a garbled nest of static even on the moon's surface. The code is several years outdated, but it is quite plausible that this is originating from a distress signal of a civilian ship.<br><br>Orange Team’s objective is to investigate a series of caves <span class="bbc_u">West of the landing zone</span>, which holds much promise. Rivers of chlorine are a risk, but scans indicate that the entrance into these caverns opened on their side of the shore. Crossing shouldn't be necessary.<br><br>Blue Team’s objective is to investigate a third location that also holds a promising lead. This sits <span class="bbc_u">North of the landing zone</span>. Scans did pick up signs of plastics in the area, but no trace of active computer signals or radio waves. This location cannot sustain interplanetary life and has held no settlements. <br><br>All three teams are told that should intelligent hostiles be found, their objective is to observe and avoid detection if possible. Each team is to report to one another in fifteen-minute intervals, staggered so that each team is updating every five-minute. <br><br><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>RED TEAM</strong></td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><strong>ORANGE TEAM</strong></td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><strong>BLUE TEAM</strong></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Jacki - <em>Team Leader</em></strong></td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><strong>Arcus - <em>Team Leader</em></strong></td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><strong>Luus - <em>Team Leader</em></strong></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Drack</strong></td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><strong>Samantha</strong></td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><strong>Jay</strong></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Sink</strong></td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><strong>Namir</strong></td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><strong>Max</strong></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Rue</strong></td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><strong>Tandok (NPC)</strong></td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><strong>Coaf (NPC)</strong></td></tr></tbody></table></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>21-02-2021, 11:19:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/BibuB9H.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Blue Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Luus Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15725923#msg15725923)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mercenary/Demolitionist Vanguard<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> LZ<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Preparing to head North<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">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? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>21-02-2021, 19:35:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/b1/7e/11b17eca52781778f9a8fcecef870983.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Red Team</span></span></div></div><br><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jackiro Indri (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15749809#msg15749809)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Salarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Infiltration Expert, STG<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Black-and-Orange Lightweight-Mesh Salarian Armour (https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/005/336/143/4k/christopher-cao-deepspace-color.jpg?1490292219) with Red Helmet (https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/005/334/407/4k/christopher-cao-salarian-helmet.jpg?1490282300)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Reetix LZ, heading East.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Beginnings of operation 'Red Rescue.'<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong> Drack, Rue, Sink, Jay [M]<br><br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>Despite the rough and turbulent entrance into Reetix's atmosphere, the armoured STG Salarian showed no signs of stress, or of being disturbed in some way. Those closest would hear the humming, whimsical tunes of 'Patient Jack' as he uttered out the melodic metronome of a human poet. "There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail..." He would murmur, only to begin humming again as his hands fiddled with the Omnitool wrapped around the gauntlet of his more heavily armoured left fist. He was tinkering with the device seamlessly, even as his body bounced violently around in the strapped seat of the transport vessel and as the straps fought to keep him from bashing into either of his neighbours, or into the very roof of the vessel itself. "...The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep moans round with many voices..." His helmet had been on the entire time, a precaution against the potential problems that might come with being in an untested vehicle. Any minor puncture could spell death if he wasn't prepared and he was not going to die in a decompression incident. <br><br>When the group finally touched down, he sighed wistfully, before finishing off the verse of the poem. "...to seek, to find, and not to yield." With a slight flair for the dramatic he rose sharply onto his feet, unaffected in any obvious way by the rough ride and instead pressing a button on his Omnitool. Whatever devices the members of Red Team used also would flash in response, before Jackiro started talking directly to his chosen group. "Red Team, have set up a Closed-network communication channel to ensure optimal chatter on mission. Would recommend switching to it when able." It wasn't an order, and as he eyed the trio of cohorts he wondered if an approach that focused on ordering would even work. He had gotten the sense that Drack had an issue with him, if only because of his species. The animosity was understandable, but the pair hadn't really had any serious one-to-one chat yet. He trusted the Krogan to be professional, as there was important work to be done.<br><br>Stepping off of the ship, he gave a nod to the Asari pilot Jay, appreciative of her ability to get them through such a stressful situation. To say that her skills had impressed him was an understatement. He'd met Salarian pilots who'd never even dream of a landing in such conditions, and Salarians were notoriously cavalier with their safety in the face of the right challenge. When he was done briefly admiring the Asari woman, he veered off to the eastern facing direction and stood in a sort of military stance of comfort, leaning his right hand on the holster of his pistol while the left hand held open the Omnitool and kept the Comms Channel ready. "Red Team, will quickly go over parameters of Operation Red Rescue..." He paused, looking over at Sink in particular as if he might see the Salarian's smile underneath the bulky helmet. "Hear is Earth custom to nickname missions. Title slightly direct, but hope is up to scratch." Clearing his throat, he then continued as if nothing had been said, and there had not been such an odd aside. "Mission is to secure location of unusual comms chatter planetside. Myself and Drack will be military leads, Sinclair and nar Folazi will analyse data once close enough to do so. In, out, easy as 1, 2, 3. Of course, open to suggestions or critiques, but believe best course of action is for me to lead reconnaissance solo, and Drack to stay as mid point between scout and Engineers. Questions?" He wiggled slightly, bustling under the comfortable weight of his combat gear once again. The rustle of his Sniper Rifle was a comfortable noise on his back, and a comfortable weight on his spine. He imagined this operation would be particularly smooth and easy-going, but that didn't mean he wouldn't focus on the optimal strategy. His assumptions on Sink and Rue being less combat able were possibly unfair assumptions to make, he wasn't willing to put them at risk if it could be avoided.<br><br>...If it could be avoided, that is. The Krogan was more likely to be able to scare off anyone that might threaten their group, while Jackiro made use of his subtle expertise as the vanguard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>21-02-2021, 23:22:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/76OhMjp.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Orange Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Pictured, with medical bag<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Landing Zone<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Wanting to hurl<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> All<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>She hated flying. Rattling around inside what was the equivalent of a tin can did little to change her opinions of the matter, and it was all Samantha could do to <em>not</em> cross herself or mumble in prayer to the respective goddesses or spirits that the asari and turians observed. Her faith was better placed in the asari at the helm, someone who had negated her nerves before by her chipper personality and an easy smile. Samantha couldn’t tell if Jay had managed to be smiling on their trip to the surface. She was too busy trying to focus on the furthest point in the cabin and not get sick all over the inside of her helmet.<br><br><em>Wouldn’t that be something? And you wouldn’t be able to just take it off and give it a quick rinse.</em> Not where they were going, at least.<br><br>With their shuttle on solid ground, and the hatch released to allow them out of their unique little torture device, Sam was grateful that her legs weren’t wobbling and her balance hadn’t been disrupted. She still felt like she wanted to hurl, but it wasn’t so bad that she was going to pull out some Meclizine Hydrochloride and flush it right out of her system. Maybe she would offer it to everyone before the flight back…<br><br><em>We have to do that all over again.</em><br><br>She almost groaned out loud at the thought. Instead, Samantha took a settling breath and looked at their surroundings. This was the first time her boots had touched soil in years. One spaceport to another space station to the Citadel… She missed the subtle differences of real gravity and the absent silence of machines working in the background. But despite the abundance of wild nature surrounding them, Reetix wasn’t exactly a beautiful place. The air looked like an algae bloom, and through the gloom, she found the rocky ridges and looming flora to be ominous as it hit the 'uncanny valley' with the vague familiarity. That over there she would call a ‘big-ass tree’, while that thing over there was a ‘bush’.<br><br>But, if there were murderous fungi to be found, this place certainly seemed to be a promising lead. No doubt that meant there were other things just as capable of killing them in horrific ways, but wishing to remain the optimist, Samantha pushed that thought to the back of her mind and waited for the rest of her team.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>22-02-2021, 09:40:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/89/0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png/507px-0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Blue Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jay V'doris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727579#msg15727579)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Pilot<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Pictured w/ Matching Helmet<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Reetix, LZ<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Being badass.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jack &amp; Team Asari!<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>The flight through the atmosphere had been a tricky bitch, and Jay had loved every second of it.&nbsp; As she guided the shuttle through pockets of turbulence that threatened to knock her out of the sky like a faulty paper airplane, she felt the familiar rush of adrenaline and confidence that made her the best damn pilot in Citadel Space.&nbsp; Her hands worked quick, mind racing to almost anticipate the need to shift gears - in a manner of speaking - to handle the next trouble spot.&nbsp; The whole time her lips were drawn into a gleeful grin and it was all she could do not to bounce in her seat, even when the ride wasn't doing it for her.<br><br>She was very nearly disappointed when they landed, pleased that she got the shuttle down in one piece, but sad that the trip was over.&nbsp; Of course, she had the flight out to look forward to, and take-offs were notoriously rougher than landings!&nbsp; Plus, they were on a planet, which meant adventure, discovery, and potentially confrontations with nasty beasties or evil bad guys!&nbsp; She was struggling to contain her excitement as she joined the other members of her team, thrilled that she'd be getting to venture out with Luus, since he'd seemed intriguing at the briefing, and she still had a ton of questions to ask Max, which she figured would be a good way to pass the time on their trek across the planet's surface.<br><br>"I know, right!?&nbsp; That was a wild ride, but just wait until we take off again!&nbsp; Would anyone get mad if I tried to dolphin one of those cold air pockets, you think?"&nbsp; She demonstrated by making her hand do a few graceful up and down motions, like a porpoise riding waves or that thing a kid does with their hand out of a car window.&nbsp; Her head turned then to Luus, and she rolled her shoulders, carrying no weapons other than her pistol on her hip and sword strapped to her back.&nbsp; "Ready, boss!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rafael</strong> on <strong>22-02-2021, 11:58:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vVQ30ETs3hI/TyGveE5hVLI/AAAAAAAABVM/UFi7ucOBztQ/s1600/Blood_Dragon_Armor_2.png)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Red Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jacob "Sink" Sinclair (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15729522#msg15729522)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Chief Engineer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Hostile Environment Suit Pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> LZ<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Being a lazy butt.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong>&nbsp; Red Team<br><strong></strong><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Unlike the some here, Sink's gone down with worse landings, and he's notably uninterested in the shaking and tumbling on the ship, hands holding on to the safety harness while reading through data stream of the shuttle active scanners during the landing, to get a more precise handle of the surroundings. Which, no surprise is very little data they didn't have to begin with. But every little new detail is getting added to the database. Suddenly, he realizes that the harnesses are detaching, and he he himself is released, the doors of the ship opening up.<br><br><strong>"Good landing, Jay." </strong> As is any landing you can walk away with. This was an excellent one to be fair, but he does get up and stretch in the personalized Hostile Environment suit gleaming off of fresh paint, only to soon be soiled by this very hostile environment. Once finished with the flexing of his fancy outfit, he waits for others to get out, poking on to a container crate lock, opening its contents up, listening to Jackiro's brief. <br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WlGYpPj.png)</div>Stepping outside mid brief, omni-tool open in his hand, eyehole looking down on the display while poking at it with a gaunteleted finger. <strong>"Sure, I can stand back. I can stand -way- back."</strong> The man smirks, but that is wasted by it being hidden by the helmet's visor, such a shame, really. <strong>"Introducing my replacement, say hello to Bob."</strong> and with those words, from inside the shuttle, from the bowels of the crate he had poked, floats up, and over to the man's shoulder a single drone (pictured left). <strong>"I propose Bobby here takes my place in the frontline, and I stay behind, guard the shuttle, and if needed, fly it for a rescue op." </strong><br><br>If he hadn't had experience with salarians, he wouldn't have noticed the small silent moment of Jackiro contemplating, and noticing the slarian body language indicating a regretful decline. When Jackiro's words come out he's already mentally prepared. "Sound idea, but no. Too many unknown variables. Ambush on group or ship plausible. Useful feather in cap if required to explore something subterranean, perhaps?" <br><br>This leads Sink to ponder that suggestion. Well, yes. It'd be useful. <strong>"Understood, Red leader. Call me Red Five."</strong> He presses as few more buttons, and gets ready to follow up the Salarian. <strong>"A human cultural thing. I'll explain it after mission."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>23-02-2021, 00:51:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Red Team</span></span></div></div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Krogan<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Scout/Assassin<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong>20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Krogan Combat Armour Painted in Greens that Match Reetix<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> LZ<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Mission<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jacob, Jackiro, Rue<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Arcus picked the salarian to be the team leader.&nbsp; What a kick in the quads.<br>&nbsp;<br>The turbulence as their shuttle entered the atmosphere was bothersome but not terrible.&nbsp; While he would rather have a smooth ride in, at least the shuttle wasn’t on fire, and it didn’t look like they were going to crash land either, not if Jay had her way.&nbsp; So, he sat in grumpy silence, stewing, as the occasional unsecured object slapped against his armoured head and bounced off, while the safety harness holding him in place was pushed to its absolute limit.&nbsp; No one needed 250 kilos of krogan flying around, not when it already felt like he was back in a krogan fighting pit.&nbsp; His equipment was very securely and locked away, as grenades were an even worse choice to have bouncing around.&nbsp; Plus, it would have broken one of his hearts if his rifle was damaged in any way, that it cost a fortune being less important than all of the little tweaks and adjustments he had made on it over the years to get it suited perfectly suited for him.&nbsp; The salarian would probably understand, even if Drack was loathed to admit it.<br>&nbsp;<br>When the shuttle touched down, the old krogan unbuckled himself and began to load up, not leaving a single grenade behind.&nbsp; The rifle he held on to rather than have it slung over his back; he wanted that ready in his hands in case of trouble.&nbsp; It wasn’t until he was done gearing up that he bothered to look at his flashing omni-tool, snorting in annoyance when he heard the salarian’s voice.&nbsp; Drack debated whether or not he was going to do what the salarian recommended, preferring to tell him to go suck salarian eggs.&nbsp; In the end, the old krogan reluctantly complied, not wanting to give the bastard the satisfaction of being able to report to the spectre about it.&nbsp; The sooner they got the mission done, the sooner he could be back on the Kalanhai, sharing a drink with Kandok as they complained about who had the worst leader.<br>&nbsp;<br>“Nice flying kid,” he comm’d Jay before setting foot on the moon.&nbsp; A combination of preliminary scans and experience meant that he had taken the time to change the colour of his armour, now a mishmash of unpleasant greens that matched the surrounding terrain, allowing him to blend in.&nbsp; He knew some people preferred tactical cloaking devices, and he made use of them a few times himself, but camouflage would always be his favourite form of stealth.&nbsp; Effective use of camouflage was where a master’s skill could really shine through, and there was less concern about power supplies and effective duration.<br>&nbsp;<br>It was good thing he had his helmet on, as it meant Drack didn’t have to conceal his sneer when the salarian engaged in some banter.&nbsp; The sneer dropped and turned into a stare when the salarian announced the marching order.&nbsp; That was… a surprise, he had expected to be sent out in front and scout ahead.&nbsp; Admittedly, that was a role he was well-suited for, but it was a whole different story when a salarian was the one sending him out front.&nbsp; More than likely, the salarian was more confident in his own skills than he was in Drack’s.&nbsp; Still, sticking the krogan in the middle meant that the team leader was counting on him to not only guard Sink and Rue, but also to cover him in case things got fun.&nbsp; That was worth thinking over later.<br>&nbsp;“No,” &nbsp;Drack grunted in response to Jackiro’s question.<br>&nbsp;<br>Seeing the drone fly out, the krogan turned to Sink, &nbsp;“Plan on keeping it up high or close?” <br>He remembered someone bring up electromagnetic static in the air possibly interfering with automated systems, and the drone looked pretty automated to him.&nbsp; However, Drack figured the man was smart enough to know what he was doing, so if he was confident about bringing it out, then he must be confident in being able to maintain control over it.&nbsp; So instead, he asked about where Sink wanted to put it, so he wouldn’t accidentally shoot it on reflex if he saw it darting around the corner of his eye.<br>&nbsp;“What about you,” &nbsp;Drack asked the quarian.&nbsp; &nbsp;“You have anything I need to watch out for?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>24-02-2021, 00:51:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/501567062359932930/809964595283623966/Screenshot_7.png)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Red Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong>Rume'Zamin nar Folazi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15757488#msg15757488)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Quarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mechanic<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Reinforced Enviro-suit as seen in picture<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Landing Zone with Red Team<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Getting her bearings <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jackiro| Sink| Drack<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>What was that Earth saying she had heard before? Don't toss your cookies? Or was it don't regurgitate your food solids? Somehow Rue was certain that either didn't quite sound correct in the context of the turbulent chaos that was landing, after all why would one toss baked goods when attempting to keep from having their brain rattle around in their skull? Jay's obvious talent in death defying piloting in such a harsh and violent atmosphere had gone far better than it would have had it been any other, that much the quarian could testify to as there was little doubt in her mind an ancient quarian craft would have faired fatally in the same conditions with a pilot who had as much skill in their whole self than Jay in a single digit. It didn't make the bumpy ride that much fairer on the occupants despite sidelining any actual damage or distress, Rue herself more than once feeling herself nearly bounce against the seat of the carrier to feel weightless for a brief moment before getting slammed back with the g force of something fierce, the harness clearly the only thing keeping her from ending up on the other side in a tangle of limbs and other goods not quite secure. <em>*buzz buzz* Are you fairing well Rue? Your heartrate is climbing.*buzz*</em> Min's echo in her ear brought Rue back into focus as her gloved hands clutched at her harness tighter, giving only a slight nod before speaking quietly to herself. "I am well Min, just nervous." The quarian mused although it was more akin to a nervousness she could more so use to her advantage than to be standing idly frozen in place. This was their first mission and truthfully it was more alike to the rock of the ship's hull punching through the planet's atmosphere, unexpected, uncertain, and clearly unsure as to how those among her assigned team would react to her aide. <br><br>From what she could recall Krogans often were quite abrasive in personality and demeanor, fairing quite well for a recon mission they had been placed with but certainly not all of the species had to be grumpy brutes, a glance along the glowing lines of harnesses made it unclear to Rue if Drack fell into that category or not. Salarians were much more diplomatic and forthcoming with what they thought which in truth fell more in line with quarians to a degree, Jackiro a medaled assassin who made up his combat with critical thinking and stealth to make him a deadly but also valued team leader, something that made it easier to sigh in relief he was tasked with their grouping. Which would leave Jacob as the wild card in that humans were <em>oh so unpredictable</em> and often difficult to read, Rue woefully having found herself unprepared for something as simple as a meet and greet with far less on the line than they were currently. Still for him to have been selected to charter on such an mission meant he was fully capable in one way or another, something that Rue would put her trust within, as with everyone, as she calmed herself when the ship finally began to touch down.<br><br>Pulled from her deep introspective dialogue with herself the quarian briefly glanced in Jay's direction with only a light nod and a familiar gesture she had witnessed a few times over, that while she lacked the appropriate digits for certain measures, the distinct thumb up hopefully was easily enough to decipher from the mechanic. Unstrapping herself Rue nearly tanked to her left with the sudden shift of her equilibrium attempting to adjust itself from the rip tide of her seat, the quarian soon getting her bearings as she flipped open her omni tool read what atmospheric signals that they had currently landed within. The enviro-suit had been made in mind to account for most systems pressures on top of typical quarian needs for a sterile environment as the heavier material clung to her figure in a form fit put secure manner, the suit itself reading the planet's terrain to adjust itself with ease in a sleek ripple that darkened the suit from head to toe to cloak Rue in color scheme much more fitting for a stealth mission in mind. Taking a sharp breath she'd join her team respectfully keeping her hands at her sides, the blaster at her hip an article that she could and would use if need be as in every training quarians were taught some combat. Some excelled more than others as with any species would though Rue herself found her ideals more align with matters that did not require a quick shot for survival, the element of danger danced with anything if one thought hard enough on it, though unable to defend one's self was a trait quarians did not take lightly; a quarian who couldn't shoot wasn't worth their salt.<br><br>Standing at attention Rue had to admit the Earth customs of nicknaming missions was a bit odd, operation Red rescue an amusing antidote never the less, as it appeared Jackiro had some humor to himself, at least from what Rue could gather. Listening intently the quarian once more glanced down to her omni tool in thought, the projection of Min already integrating into the software to make themselves known across the screen to bring Rue some comfort as well as her own thoughts on the mission. "Captain Indri I have within my own systems a program that could be made of use along with our communication, they can scan along the terrain to coax ourselves in the right direction of where the pings of unknown chatter come up, should it be permitted." Rue spoke respectfully in address, having the habit of calling any higher authority 'captain ' without a certain title or not. Glancing towards Sink the orange flare of Rue's visor seemed to light up with curiosity to the bot that was at his beck and call, preferring to keep himself ship side in a gesture of some tact; after all the planet was unknown and enemies of any sort could erupt behind their backs at the most opportune moment.<br><br>So distracted by the sleek bot Rue very nearly jumped to attention with the croak of Drack speaking to herself so suddenly, now more than ever having wished she had done a better job at introducing herself to more of her crew mates upon the ship than on the planet's surface. "You may call me Rue if you would like," The quarian mused thoughtfully enough but at the measure of having to watch out for anything did have her tilting her shielded head in thought." Watch out for? No sir captain Drack.&nbsp; I will do my upmost best to not create any situations that will endanger our mission." The hand resting on her gun at her hip a testament to the willingness to not be dead weight to those around her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xunthrae</strong> on <strong>25-02-2021, 03:01:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/70/Human_Male_Adept.png/268px-Human_Male_Adept.png)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Orange Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Namir Sedef (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15733505#msg15733505)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Biotic Mercenary<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong>December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> LZ<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Arriving on the planet<br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div>The rough trip down to the planet was one of his favorite parts of missions. There was something about the anticipation that made Namir almost giddy and unable to keep still. He funneled his building energy into a bouncing leg and tapping glove. Mixed into the excitement was a seed of worry. This was the crew’s first mission. So many things were unknown about the people he was working with. He cleared his mind and focused.<br><br>Namir needed to be at his best in case anything went wrong. The orders they got put him in the group with the spectre, the doctor and one of the krogans. He hadn’t had the chance to meet this one before the mission, but he gathered from the orders his name was Tandok. <br><br>When they exited the shuttle he was awestruck by the alien landscape. Truth be told, he had spent the vast majority of his life in space, going from one space station to another. Sure, he had visited earth, but it never felt like home. Too big, too open. Reminded him too much of his parents. He let that thought quickly pass before he latched onto it. <br><br>He looked at the others before he moved to stand with the doctor as they prepared to begin the mission. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rylin</strong> on <strong>25-02-2021, 03:50:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/805608801994670092/813384132997939210/IMG_20210222_184759.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Orange Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Arcus Aurelion &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727099#msg15727099)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Spectre<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> LZ, heading west<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Landing, heading west, tactics<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Everyone,mainly Orange team<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br><br>He hated shuttle landings. With how much time he spent in the Terminus systems and inhospitable planets, Arcus really should be used to a little turbulence by now, but they always made him sick in his gutters and anxious. However, he was quite familiar with the feeling, so he simply clenched his jaws and glued himself to his seat as the spunky Asari pilot took them on a tumble to the surface of the moon. Everyone else didn't seem to fare much better either, as they all seemed to be in various states of shock and terror, but it was a bit hard to tell under all the helmets. He himself was clad in custom made stealth armour, coloured in accordance with his markings— a metallic black with orange accents on the fringes and centers. He travelled light on these missions, as he always preferred a quiet approach, and seldom found need for bulkier armour or more firepower. <br><br>Strapped to his back was the minimized husk of his trusted Krysae rifle, the one he had been using for well over two decades. By all rights, it was basically an obsolete and outdated weapon. There were far better, newer Krysae models he could replace it with, but he kept it around as a memento of Shangxi and his parents. Arcus, unassumingly, was a sentimental man, evident by the little accessories and the upgrades he had given the sniper rifle over the years. Plus, he only ever needs one shot, anyway. Other parts of his kit, he wasn't as fond of; a Phaeston assault rifle in case all hell breaks loose, a back up pistol just in case, and a variety of other grenades for any possible confrontation. He was a soldier through and through, and trusted in his tactics and his gadgets like the typical Turian.<br><br>The landing wasn't smooth, but it was by no means bad; he'd landed ships far worse in far better conditions, but he kept the praises to himself, for now. Commendations can be given out once they'd returned to the Kalanhai. Nothing worse than having to deal with an overconfident soldier. Plus, most of the others seemed to be doing the praising for him anyway. The Spectre wasted no time in crossing over to solid ground, taking a moment to get a feel of the gravity and pressure, his suit adjusting to it's environment silently. Gravity was a bit too low for his liking; they'd have to hop around if they were to reach anywhere with speed. Good thing this was supposed to be a simple investigation, then. <br><br>"Right. All here, Orange team?" he comm'd, pressing a pad on his wrist, designed so that he could talk while holding a gun. He took a quick roll call of the three under him, eyes narrowing behind the helmet as the doctor already seemed out of sorts. He'd told her not to follow them on the mission, but of course she had to force her way into something that was out of her depth. He just made a quick prayer they wouldn't have to carry her around for the remainder of the trip. "Good. Our goal is to scout out and investigate the caverns west of here," he said pointing into the putrid green distance were jagged rock formations were very barely visible. "It should be a textbook reconnaissance mission. Quick in, quick out, nothing else. But in the unfortunate event that we meet hostile species, sentient or not, we retreat and observe. We do not open fire, ever," he said, emphasizing the last word, staring straight at the Krogan in their team to make his point. "If we're detected and a firefight breaks out, we focus on retreating and getting all team members to safety, instead of retaliating. Understood?"<br><br>Satisfied, he reached behind his back and grabbed his trusted Krysae, which spread out over the twice the length of his torso with a little clicking sounds and glimmering lights, which soon died down to better help with the camouflage. His armour didn't change though; no cloaking necessary at this moment. "Kandok will take point," he said, pointing at the Krogan, "while Sedef and Adams will stay a good distance behind to provide support if necessary. I'll run forward reconnaissance to find suitable vantage points and provide cover for the three of you as you move. Questions? I'll answer as we go. Move."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>25-02-2021, 04:32:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/BibuB9H.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Blue Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Luus Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15725923#msg15725923)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mercenary/Demolitionist Vanguard<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> LZ<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Preparing to head North<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jay, Maxine, Coaf (NPC)<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>"Let's get going then. Wouldn't want to be the last ones getting things done. If there's one thing I prefer to finish quickly in, it's a mission." With an unseen but certainly heard grin, he turns and began his walk North, his steps gratefully lighter than he was used to in his heavy plating. The landscape was a mess of cracks, crags, and jutting structures, and that only judging by what he could see beyond the choking gas that appeared desperate to get into their suits. He hadn't witnessed such a persistent and pathetic attempt at such a thing since his old Cabal buddy Rika tried her best to snag a quarian girl at the Afterlife.<br><br>As he walked, keeping ahead of his teammates but not enough to lose visual, he decided to give their team comms a try, and asking a few important questions was the best way to do that. And so his voice came in through Blue Teams comms, a bit of static added to his normal rasping flang. "How many of you are familiar with running missions on hazardous planets? he asked, figuring it was a good starting point. "I know you know all about suit ruptures, Coaf, but how 'bout the rest of you? Know how to patch up a suit or cracked mask? Or how to staunch bleeding through your personal gear? Not saying we'll be shot at, if whoever was at our destination is still there, but I <em>am</em> saying shit happens."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>27-02-2021, 10:10:23</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210227/72a43b62ce8e93afe520992ffb64eac5.png)</div><br><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><strong>East of Landing Zone:-</strong><br><br>The ground beneath them was rocky and uneven, dull of color and void of vegetation. Occasionally a plant could be found, but most of these would be stretched across the soil like greedy things hoarding what little space its roots managed to claim. Far from pretty, the flora was mostly dotted with large, rubbery leaves ranging in speckled shades of brown, and recoiled back when a boot stepped in too close. These plants had adapted to this chlorine haze, and upon closer inspection, one might see tiny threads drifting above the mass like individual strands of hair floating on currents of air. A few of these plants even kicked up plumes of chlorine gas if they were stepped on, a last-minute defense against its natural predators. Or, alien life taking a stroll.<br><br>The Red team wouldn’t be able to rely on their tech completely, however; the EMP storm that raged overhead interfered with some critical systems. Even Sink’s drone would occasionally spark and shutter as the sky began to boil with electricity. Thankfully, for the moment, that build-up was quite content to remain right where they had left it.<br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Jacki</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Exploring ahead of the rest of the team, the Salarian would come across a set of tracks curving slightly east and in the direction they ultimately wished to travel. Bipedal but unknown by the STG agent, it’s quite possible these tracks come from a creature native to the moon. </div></div></div><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Drack</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Being stuck in the middle isn’t always a fun place to be; not unless there were at least two asari involved, anyway. Whether or not the Krogan was eyes downcast and pouting, or just lucky enough to catch it in the right lighting, what looked to be a severely corroded and inoperable pistol was half-buried under some gravel just along the outer edge of the path. No doubt it has been here for quite some time.</div></div></div><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rue</div><div class="spoiler_body"> The quarian knows what she’s doing, she’s bright and brilliant and well versed in tech and making do with little resources. Between the data points provided by the researchers and intuition, she is able to project the coordinates required whenever their sense of direction might jumbled or off course.</div></div></div><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Sinclair</div><div class="spoiler_body"> The bot is starting to not look so well, the poor thing. Chlorine and metal aren’t the best of friends, but Bobby wants to be yours! He’s trucking along, putting his best face forward- but there are some concerning signs to take note of. Like the fact that he was weaving like a drunk, or occasionally dropping in altitude as if falling asleep at the wheel. At least the occasional spark was pretty.</div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>27-02-2021, 10:10:57</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210227/ebf025af502b4e306a0724d6881436dc.png)</div><br><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><strong>North of the Landing Zone:-</strong><br><br><br>Fog has the tendency of creating a hushed environment, perhaps the only real blessing their senses were granted. It was too dangerous for anyone to take off their helmets in order to listen to their surroundings, but at least their equipment made up for the difference. It was quiet. It was still. Animals seemed to keep to themselves as if afraid to vocalize their locations, but that was only assuming there was any animal life at all. No animals, perhaps, but there were insects.<br><br>As the blue team began to make their ascent upon the ridge they were assigned to, the bend and curves of switchbacks would lead them up along the cliff’s edge. This was when Luus, who took point, would come across their first visitor. Plump, translucent insects skittered along the trail. They were larger than a fist, some even as big as a human’s skull, and they were pulsing with a putrid orange carapace. Closer inspection would show that these things were armed with a very sharp-looking beak, so poking wasn’t recommended. It wasn’t clear how these creatures were able to see without any eyes. But what good were eyes in a place like this?<br><br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Luus</div><div class="spoiler_body"> It probably wouldn’t be wise to shoot the bugs; not only would that break protocol, but the turian was in the splash zone. Whether he side-stepped the insects or sent them skittering over the edge with a swift kick, it wasn’t much further till the top where a curious sight awaited. There seemed to be another entrance to the caves that the Orange team would be exploring. There are recent signs of disturbed soil by the lip of the large entrance. But there was also a shuttle, a presumably dead krogan, and three Batarians wresting around with a fourth in what was undoubtedly an argument that couldn’t be heard due to the helmets they wore.</div></div></div><br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Jay</div><div class="spoiler_body"> One of the largest of these plump insects has taken an interest in the asari. It seems that even the most basic of life forms can appreciate such fine booty. Yet after a curious ‘sniff’ as it regarded her presence, the insect soon opens up its beak and begins to rush the asari, snapping with the same savage aggression of a small dog.</div></div></div><br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Max</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Welcome to a hellscape, you’re allowed to bring your guns, but the Spectre has ordered you not to use them. And it seems that no hellscape is complete without demons; one of these aggressive little shits has targetted the human, but this one remembered that it had wings and flies up at Maxine’s face.</div></div></div><br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Coaf</div><div class="spoiler_body"> The quarian isn’t too pleased with being in the rear, but as a Marine, he knows how to take orders. And it really wasn’t a bad view.</div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>27-02-2021, 10:11:27</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210227/5d35728fa0842a3b34a434092c017cb9.png)</div><br><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><strong>West of the Landing Zone:-</strong><br><br><br>The river was smoking. Chlorine in its liquid state resembled the color of urine when you haven’t drunk water in a month. It was dark, a putrid yellow-green, and even though it wasn’t something they could feel within their protective suits, the Orange team’s monitors suggested that there was an increase of humidity in this area. The filters inside their suits were stress-tested for conditions such as these, but staying overnight wouldn’t be an option if they wished to get off of this rock again.<br><br>At a lazy bend in the river, their downhill journey eventually led to a series of caves and tunnels where their landmark took a sudden plunge toward the South. And, as luck would have it, they really didn’t have a need to cross the river to get to these entrances.<br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Kandock</div><div class="spoiler_body"> The Krogan has little interest in nature walks and has gone in ahead of the others.</div></div></div><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Arcus</div><div class="spoiler_body"> The best route in this landscape is to continue West like the others, but the terrain is getting tricky, and falling into the river is a quick way to die. But from a higher vantage point, and perhaps aided with a scope, the spectre could make out several entrances and openings within the cave system that was marked to be explored.</div></div></div><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Namir</div><div class="spoiler_body"> The human biotic might have felt it: like a crack of thunder overhead without the following flash of lightning. If he looks up in the sky the haze -not to anyone’s surprise- reveals nothing. Was the storm getting worse? Was the human possibly thinking he had imagined it?</div></div></div><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Samantha</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Sam will follow and react to the others, and if a roll is required, I will let you guys make those rolls so you can torture me like I plan on torturing all of you. &lt;3 </div></div></div><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>28-02-2021, 04:25:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Red Team</span></span></div></div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Krogan<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Scout/Assassin<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong>20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Krogan Combat Armour Painted in Greens that Match Reetix<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> East of LZ<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Mission<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jacob, Jackiro, Rue<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>When Rue addressed Drack as a captain, gruff laughter filled the comms.<br>“I'm not a captain, kid,” the krogan replied, sounding more relaxed.&nbsp; “Never had a rank in an army or a mercenary company, never led a crew on a ship.&nbsp; Just stick with Drack, kid.&nbsp; Sounds weird otherwise.”<br>He shook his head, still chuckling as he started to stealthily move forward.&nbsp; For such a large brute of a being, he had alarmingly soft and light steps when he wanted to, hardly making any noise.&nbsp; Calling him a captain, ha. Drack tried to remember when was the last time he had interacted with quarians and whether they were all that formal.&nbsp; It seemed like only a few years ago that most people knew what a quarian's looked like, then BAM, it was all envirosuits, migrant fleets, and geth occupying the Perseus Veil.&nbsp; Shame really, he remembered when he could get into a bar fight with one, hit them with solid headbutt, and not be worried about being charged with attempted murder when security arrived.&nbsp; These days, he had to be careful not to break one if he didn't plan on killing them.<br><br>Silently moving through the blighted landscape, he followed behind Jackiro, unused to having to trail after someone.&nbsp; &nbsp;Drack was used to be able to roam around independently, even when he was acting in concert with another force.&nbsp; Tagging along like this rankled, but there was no way the two engineers would be able to survive if the two got ambushed while he wandered around and the salarian trusted him to have his back for some baffling reason.&nbsp; The krogan was a professional though, and while he wasn't happy, he'd do his damn job.&nbsp; Drack was constantly surveying the area, and even kept an eye on the ground beneath him.&nbsp; He didn't like the plants, not the look of them and not how they moved and acted whenever someone got close.&nbsp; Reminded him of some of the hostile flora on Tuchanka and others planets he had been too, plants that looked innocent or only acted a little weird before turning around and swallowing one of his teammates whole or hit them with a toxin that melted their guts and turned them into meat balloons in seconds.<br><br>“Wait,” Drack grunted on the comms.&nbsp; His constant wariness and a little bit of luck had him spot something glinting.&nbsp; Glinting wasn't supposed to be a thing here.&nbsp; Rather than move closer, he took a look through his scope to confirm what he was looking at before nodding towards the corroded pistol he had found.<br>“It's a pistol,” he stated. &nbsp;“Looks pretty beat up.&nbsp; Not sure if it's been a long time or if it's just the atmosphere.&nbsp; It could be a clue, but it could also be a trap.&nbsp; Either of you three techs can figure it out?”<br>The krogan's gaze swept over their surroundings, making sure that this wasn't some sort of clever trap and that the others wouldn't be ambushed while they were distracted.&nbsp; He'd experience something like it before, when he was much younger, and used it himself a few times to good success.&nbsp; Never too old to pick up new tricks after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xunthrae</strong> on <strong>01-03-2021, 00:50:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/70/Human_Male_Adept.png/268px-Human_Male_Adept.png)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Orange Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Namir Sedef (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15733505#msg15733505)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Biotic Mercenary<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> West of LZ<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Moving forward<br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div>Namir stuck close to Samantha. The other two could handle themselves in the environment, but he wasn’t so sure about their head doctor. From behind his helmet he looked around and kept a sharp eye for any terrain that might collapse or pose a danger to the two of them. He glanced at Samantha for a moment before he felt a rumble. <br><br>If his face was visible, the confusion on it would have been plain to see. He looked up and then around him. There was no flash of light. There was not another rumble so he didn’t bring it up, but the sound put him on edge. He didn’t like ominous sounds in the distance of a planet with a lethal atmosphere. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>01-03-2021, 01:35:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/76OhMjp.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Orange Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Pictured, with medical bag<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Landing Zone<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> So much green.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Orange Team<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>There was nothing to look at in this putrid environment, just looming shadows that never came into focus. Occasionally, Samantha would find herself trying to find familiar patterns in the haze, but what might have been a deformed bear was actually nothing more than a bush sitting on a rock. Even the passage of time felt off, lethargic and slow so that her eyes would frequently travel to the digital readout of Citadel time. Just a little past fifteen minutes, and not an hour like she might have guessed.<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">“I’m finding my fascination with this place dwindling,”</span> she spoke to no one in particular, using their team’s com channel to voice her opinion. Occasionally, she would take a reading with her omni-tool, scanning the air, a plant, even digging up a soil sample for the researchers on the Kalanhai. Whenever she paused, it wasn’t for long, and she never strayed from their path or dared to edge too close to that deadly river to their right.<br><br>Sam was just coming to a stand when she noticed Namir looking upward. His shoulders were a little too tense to suggest it was a casual thing to do. But when she looked upward herself, the skin at the back of her neck began to crawl as she watched something large and unfamiliar move overhead. It was gone so fast she could hardly make out what had happened; had it dropped down like a spider on its silk rope? Or had it swooped through the sky? Her heart rate elevated, registering on the readout in the lower corner of her visor.<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">“What the <em>hell</em> was that?”</span> Had Namir seen it too? The doctor stepped in closer to the biotic, feeling her heart hammering beneath her tongue as she reached out and pressed her hand against his arm to settle herself. Touch helped, she could lie to herself and say that it gave her courage when really she just didn’t fancy the idea of being suddenly left behind. The fog was becoming far more oppressive than ever before. <span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">“In the sky, did anyone else see that?”</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>01-03-2021, 02:53:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/89/0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png/507px-0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Blue Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jay V'doris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727579#msg15727579)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Pilot<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Pictured w/ Matching Helmet<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Reetix, LZ<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Being badass.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jack &amp; Team Asari!<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Jay had been peering around Luus at the insects curiously when one decided to rush her, and she gave a soft yelp that might be picked up on comms, but wouldn't be loud enough to disturb the silence beyond her helmet.&nbsp; She suspected that sharp beak would prove capable of damaging her suit, and was not interested in being the first one to suffer a breach, so she executed a deft side-step.&nbsp; Even as she was joking the bug, she lifted a hand and reached back to draw her sword, glad that she had ample skill with a silent weapon.&nbsp; She suspected that on a mission where the noisiness of gunfire was a liability, her blade would come in handy.<br><br>After shooting a glance at Maxine to ensure the human was able to handle her bug, Jay swiftly returned her attention to the one that had rushed her.&nbsp; She was forced into a position where her back was to the other insects, but she trusted Luus or one of the others to keep an eye out and warn her if more decided that asari butt would make a fine snack.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>01-03-2021, 05:33:25</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/dBPbEL4.png)</div><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Jay:-</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">With Jay's quick sidestep, the insect landed on the rocky trail with a wet, heavy <em>thump</em>. They weren't exactly agile or graceful creatures, and it appeared to have lost Jay's trail almost immediately. It turned in place, slow and lumbering, then clicked its beak loudly again once it picked up her trail. It lept up a second time, hissing like some cockroaches were known for back on earth.</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>01-03-2021, 13:32:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/b1/7e/11b17eca52781778f9a8fcecef870983.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Red Team</span></span></div></div><br><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jackiro Indri (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15749809#msg15749809)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Salarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Infiltration Expert, STG<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Black-and-Orange Lightweight-Mesh Salarian Armour (https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/005/336/143/4k/christopher-cao-deepspace-color.jpg?1490292219) with Red Helmet (https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/005/334/407/4k/christopher-cao-salarian-helmet.jpg?1490282300)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Reetix LZ, heading East.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Operation 'Red Rescue.'<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong> Drack, Rue, Sink, Jay [M]<br><br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Jackiro's naturally inquisitve nature had him exploring with the constant and vapid interest of a true blue Salarian. He always felt a little cloistered inside the space suits, but was glad for it in particular on a mission where a potentially deadly funal infection was floating about. Some Asari used suits that were little more than breathers and biotic fields, but he would trust less in the power of space magic and more in the power of science, thank you very much.<br><br>His interest was piqued by the unusual bipedal tracks, which had him briefly stooping down to examine the tracks. He was suddenly sad at the lack of any zoological expert on the Kalanhai; not that the EMP storm above would allow for any communications to the ship. Even their closed-circuit communications was starting to struggle; Drack's voice coming through with a light buzz of static.<br><br>“Trust in judgement of yourself and Engineers. Will seek out higher vantage point to set up potential scope-point. Have found recent tracks; Bipedal and heading towards destination. Encourage you all to take things slow. Not interested in clumsy race for what is likely automated distress signal.” <br><br>As he said, he moved towards the nearest point of high-ground he could find in the uneven Eastern barrens. His movements were carefully and stealthy, not quite trusting his cloaking device to carry the day in this EMP Storm. Once he was confident he was somewhere high, he'd withdraw his Sniper-Rifle and start to scan the area to the east; trying to spot evidence of whatever creatures had made these tracks, trusting that Drack, Rue, and Sink could identify the pistol as important, or as distraction.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>01-03-2021, 18:20:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/501567062359932930/809964595283623966/Screenshot_7.png)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Red Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong>Rume'Zamin nar Folazi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15757488#msg15757488)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Quarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mechanic<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Reinforced Enviro-suit as seen in picture<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Landing Zone with Red Team<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Getting her bearings <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jackiro| Sink| Drack<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>"O-Oh forgive me cap- Err Drack. I will do so in the future." The light squeak of Rue's sincere voice broke over the comm, having very nearly committed to addressing the Krogan as captain once more despite being told to drop the formality. It would take some time to adjust to a more casual address to her crew mates as the quarian only hoped many would be just as understanding as Drack seemingly appeared, the relaxed tone not scolding but certainly having been amused by it to some degree. Shaking off the momentary flight of nerves from the slight rebuff Rue focused ahead while bringing a hand to the side of her helmet, the light touch allowing her visor to shift and let her own eyes scan along the bumpy terrain of the forgotten stormy planet, trusting more in her own heightened sense of vision than the highly probable chance of her suit's systems reacting poorly with so much interference of the planet's atmosphere. "Min do a sweep of the terrain every other yard or so, make note of team mates and their positions at all times." The quarian mused quietly to her VI, ensuring the program was only running every so often rather than continuous to ensure the strain from the environment would not drain her.<br><br><em>* Buzz buzz* Captain Indri is approximately 10 meters in front, Drack 5 meters from current position&nbsp; *buzzzzzzz* Si-Sinclair's bo-bot 5 meters a-at the flank*buzz*</em> The interference even with Min drew Rue to take a short breath in thought, the static storm taking more of a toll than she imagined on her program as <em>approximate</em> seemed less than likely. "Sweep and go in guide mode until I say otherwise Min." The quarian ordered, having plotted out the route in which seemed to be the direction of the distress call, as any other matters would simply have to be done so by abilities alone. <br><br>Trekking along a short distance behind Drack the sudden crackle of the Krogan peeked Rue's interest, moving to holster her weapon at her hip as she addressed the comm link." A pistol out here?" It wasn't the strangest thing given the rough terrain with the potential of people abandoned on the way side, although one would think they would prefer to keep their weapon close. There was the element of the unknown when it came to what wildlife or even natives called this stormy rock a home, uncertain if danger was more akin to enemies than some creature." I can give it a scan to see what information we can retrieve from the pistol," Rue suggested with ease, forging ahead to slowly step up towards the half buried weapon with curiosity. Kneeling down she slowly pulled it free from the earthy tomb that had attempted to swallow it, Min already popping up once more into her system's scan to inspect the pistol.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>01-03-2021, 18:29:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/5KOJfN1.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Jackiro:- </span></strong><br><br>It takes a few seconds for the scope to filter through the haze, a process that is normally instantaneous but slowed now, due to the EMP storm in the sky above. His field of vision is mostly clear, with the occasional wave of green static that feeds across his scope like an old television. Clear. Then static of chlorine vapors, then clear again.<br><br>Following the footprints he discovered was a good move: through his scope, Jackiro would be able to locate not only their intended destination- the remains of a ship that was severely corroded from the elements- but also four figures just a little higher up on the ridge. Bipedal, so it was safe to assume these were the creatures that left the tracks, although the interference makes it too difficult to get any clear details. What he is able to pull away from the scene is,</span><br><br><strong><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">** The four figures look agitated, clearly they are communicating to one another, but it’s not yet possible to assume that there is (or isn’t) a leader among them giving orders. They're too far away to pick up any sound.<br>** The crash isn’t recent, but the details of what kind of ship this was would require a closer direct look or more patience with the scope.<br>** Back to the figures; they’re not of any species known to the Salarian, but just like with the ship, they would require closer inspection or patience with the scope to gather more details.</span></strong><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>01-03-2021, 18:50:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/btS3dFs.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Rue:-</strong></span><br><br>The pistol wasn’t difficult to pull free from its dirt-nap, but it was brittle and heavily corroded, and no longer serviceable. Perhaps the only value this weapon had any more would be as an impromptu throwing device, but even that was questionable. Rue’s scans would provide the following information.<br><br><strong>** The pistol isn’t registered under any known manufacturer of weapons, although it is made up of metals and plastics commonly used for building these tools.<br>** Unlike the weapons the squad is carrying, this pistol requires actual bullets, rather than thermal clips.<br>** The trigger guard is quite girthy, suggesting that whoever crafted the weapons was taking into account large hands and fingers.</strong></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>02-03-2021, 02:51:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/BibuB9H.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Blue Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Luus Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15725923#msg15725923)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mercenary/Demolitionist Vanguard<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> North of LZ<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Surrounded by pests.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jay, Maxine, Coaf (NPC)<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Luus did indeed kick the disgusting bugs out of the way as he forged through, the thickness of his heavily armored boot giving each punt some added force. Those that kept a wide berth, he left be, which unfortunately--as he soon realized--led to Jay and Maxine being on the receiving end of two of the bugs' hunger (or was it lust?). "Fuck 'em up, ladies," he called into comms. They would be able to handle themselves undoubtedly, so he kept moving a short ways to scout ahead, only stopping once came upon the sight of the batarians and krogan.<br><br>"Got four live ones here," he whispered into Blue Team comms, the hush of his voice only increasing its reverberation. "And another possibly dead. Krogan down. Three batarians look to be having it out with a fourth." After some thought, he added. "Make sure no bugs latch onto you then we'll approach, carefully. Again, no firing your weapon unless absolutely necessary. If it comes down to fighting, retreat is the priority."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>02-03-2021, 04:49:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/3vXikDC.png)</div><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Luus:-</strong></span><br><br>The Batarians don’t seem to notice the turian and his team. They were far more distracted by a sudden fistfight that broke out between them. One and Two had Four locked by the arms, while Three started hammering his fists into Four’s stomach without mercy. Whatever they were saying wasn’t being transmitted on an open frequency, so the violence played out as if on the set of a mute theater. The Krogan remained on the ground, unmoving, facing away from Blue Team and back toward the entrance to the caverns.<br><br><strong>** Luus has a trained eye. The turian would know that the obscured symbol painted on the armor of the Krogan marks him as a member of the Blood Pack.<br><br>** The same symbol is painted and charred onto the shuttle, which looks to be in a rather serviceable condition.</strong></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rafael</strong> on <strong>02-03-2021, 10:02:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vVQ30ETs3hI/TyGveE5hVLI/AAAAAAAABVM/UFi7ucOBztQ/s1600/Blood_Dragon_Armor_2.png)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Red Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jacob "Sink" Sinclair (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15729522#msg15729522)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Chief Engineer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Hostile Environment Suit Pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> LZ<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Being a lazy butt.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong>&nbsp; Red Team<br><strong></strong><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Staring more into his displays on the cybereye than looking at the surroundings, Jacob is not satisfied with Bobby's performance. Or, well, more likely, his own preparation for the mission. The man's mind more on numbers and raw data input, monitoring the communication frequencies and signal strength, as well as the flight data from Bobby. <br><br><strong>"Red Five to Red Leader, comms channels are showing orange, if we keep on getting further apart the conditions may sever comms with the other teams entirely. I can remedy that by sending Bobby to act as a link, but I estimate it'll last at most 30 minutes. Then the connection with bot is lost and it'll stay there, not that I mind. she was built to be expendable."</strong> Sink's analysis clear, he had failed in the coating materials of the drone, turns out he had missed some portions, and the Electromagnetics were stronger than he thought - or the parts were used were not performing up to spec.<br><br><strong>"This is the last time I buy parts from Elkoss Combine."</strong> He mutters under his breath amusedly, hiding his annoyance behind a veneer of optimism. Turns out he'll need to assume direct control of the bot to keep it steady. Not that he minds, but it means he'll be less able to observe his own surroundings. Omni-tool flares as he proceeds to dial in the tones and bamf, his field of view was now from the drone as well as his own eye. A bit disorienting for the first few moments, as the mind needs to counter for two bodies, but at least he has better grasp of the situation.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>02-03-2021, 10:34:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/BibuB9H.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Blue Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Luus Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15725923#msg15725923)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mercenary/Demolitionist Vanguard<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> North of LZ<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Surrounded by pests.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> ALL TEAMS<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>After getting a better look at things, Luus sighed heavily, the sound seeping to the others as he opened comms to not only Blue Team, but all squads. It was about check in time anyway. <strong>"This is Blue Team with an update,"</strong> he said, clearly displeased by what he was about to say. <strong>"Got eyes on a Blood Pack squad. Three batarians too busy kicking a fourth batarian's ass to notice us--hazing, most likely. <em>And</em> one krogan--their Captain, looks like. Also looks pretty damn unconscious from my position. Possibly dead."</strong> He shook his head, letting silence sit for just a moment as he tried to work out what the hell was going on. <strong>"Makes no sense for them to be anywhere near this moon, but here they are, and their shuttle looks to be in pretty decent condition. Must have their very own Jay."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>02-03-2021, 18:12:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/t3yB1sH.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Blue Team<br>Coaf</strong></span></span></div><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>He wasn’t so distracted by the view that he missed the bugs entirely; but when an asari wearing a skintight suit walked in front of you, his perception was going to be biased. Coaf blinked behind his visor, amused when the ugly beatle-thing reared forward and lunged like that. Amused even still as the asari made a quick side-step away. No longer having something to ‘focus’ on, the quarian decided it was time to save the quiet human in their party.<br><br>Keeping his rifle tucked close to his chest, he used the added force and momentum of his twisting torso to deliver a brutal blow to the thing with the butt of his weapon. It made a wet, dull sound on impact, and launched the bug through the air and straight down over the lip of the ledge. With a nod to Maxine, the Marine stepped over to the ledge and looked down, It looked like an over-ripe melon had exploded everywhere, and if he wasn’t mistaken…<br><br><strong>“Sir,”</strong> he spoke up in their team Comms, as soon as Luus finished sending his message to the rest of their team scattered on this creepy moon. <strong>“I’m pretty sure that bug’s insides are melting rock.”</strong></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>02-03-2021, 19:58:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/b1/7e/11b17eca52781778f9a8fcecef870983.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Red Team</span></span></div></div><br><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jackiro Indri (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15749809#msg15749809)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Salarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Infiltration Expert, STG<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Black-and-Orange Lightweight-Mesh Salarian Armour (https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/005/336/143/4k/christopher-cao-deepspace-color.jpg?1490292219) with Red Helmet (https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/005/334/407/4k/christopher-cao-salarian-helmet.jpg?1490282300)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Reetix LZ, heading East.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Operation 'Red Rescue.'<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong> Drack, Rue, Sink, Jay [M]<br><br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>“Assuming I am Red Leader? Unsure why you are Red Five, as only three other people on team. Hold onto Drone for now, save potentially vital Comms amplification for later.”<br><br>Observing the Four outliers on the ridge ahead of him proved frustratingly lacking in forthcoming details, but he was solidly sure that he was in the right place now. If not for the EMP storm, he'd feel confident moving in and getting a closer look. Similarly, the EMP storm made using his scope the main way he observed this quartet difficult and cumbersome. <br><br>That left him a few options, but to sit and wait for now. “Request team rendezvous on my position ASAP. Potential threats found at Crash site. May require Drack's less technology focused approach for infil.” With that, he waited for his team and continued to observe the unknown Bipeds, hoping he might be able to gleam a little more information before his squad arrived...or the EMP storm intensified and knocked out his Scope entirely.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>03-03-2021, 06:32:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/nqI3lby.png)</div><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><strong>*** Luus's report reaches Red Team, and while there is some interference and background static, his voice is clear enough. The turians flanging seems to work in favor of this difficulty.***</strong></span></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>04-03-2021, 08:04:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/89/0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png/507px-0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Blue Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jay V'doris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727579#msg15727579)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Pilot<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Pictured w/ Matching Helmet<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Reetix, LZ<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Being badass.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jack &amp; Team Asari!<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Coaf's quick intervention earned the Quarian a saucy wink, then she focused back on the circus peanut that had been so keen to try and get a bite of berry-blue asari booty.&nbsp; When it seemed confused, she nearly lowered her sword, but then it refocused and she muttered a cheery "Fuck!" and swung her blade when she repeated her side-step, trying to neatly slice the bigger chigger in half as it flew past her, hoping to avoid any splattering of <em>fluids</em>...and silently begging her sword not to melt.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>04-03-2021, 08:35:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/dBPbEL4.png)</div><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Jay:-</strong></span></span><br><br>The insect wasn’t the depiction of elegance or grace. Or even beauty, for that matter, although it did seem to have a good eye for nice booty. As it launched itself for an attack, the beetle would discover that it was no match for the asari’s weapon. She would feel little resistance against the blade; the edge is sharp and her aim was true. It split cleanly into two parts, hitting the ground with another wet <em>thump</em> and began to slide over the cliff’s edge. What splatter that might have hit her was minimal, at best, and certainly not enough to damage her suit. Her path is clear; discounting the sludge half of the carcass had left behind.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>04-03-2021, 08:59:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/89/0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png/507px-0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Blue Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jay V'doris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727579#msg15727579)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Pilot<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Pictured w/ Matching Helmet<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Reetix, LZ<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Being badass.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Team Asari!<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Jay exhaled with relief when nothing melted, including her suit and sword, and resheathed the latter before moving to step carefully <em>around</em> the guck on her way to rejoin Luus and the others.&nbsp; She ducked and moved as silently as possible as she reached their brave, turian leader.&nbsp; "I resent that, boss.&nbsp; I'm a one-of-a-kind...their pilot prolly just got lucky...or that beater's in worse condition than it looks."<br><br>She peeked over at the situation herself, squinting as if she could potentially see better by doing so, then looking back to Luus.&nbsp; "Think I should go in with my sword drawn, or you want this to be a 'we come in peace' dealio?&nbsp; Hell, we could grab some of those gross bugs and, if we're real careful, start chucking them at these guys like acid grenades."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>04-03-2021, 10:01:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/BibuB9H.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Blue Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Luus Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15725923#msg15725923)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mercenary/Demolitionist Vanguard<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> North of LZ<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Surrounded by pests.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Team Turian Tongue<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>"So we've got a Blood Pack Krogan who was either downed or offed by batarians, or went down leading some very rare batarian lackeys; and we've got bugs that melt you with their blood." He paused for a good ten seconds. "Not that bad really."<br><br>When his squad caught up, he gave them all a nod. "Heh," he replied to Jay's resentment, "you got that right. Never let anybody detract from your skillset; it's what keeps you paid. And besides, even if the pilot is near as good as you, I doubt they can match your...<em>everything</em> else ," he said, gesturing generally towards her, from head to toe.<br><br>"Ha, it's like you're reading my mind." He paused to consider if that actually was the case, but as he recalled, asari needed skin to skin contact for that. "I'll take point, with Coaf a little ways back as backup. Luckily for us, I speak the merc language--which of course includes setting up ambushes. <br><br>"So Jay, Maxine, you try and gather up some of those bugs, and, <em>if</em> I give the signal, you throw them at the batarians and I make a real mess with my biotic charge. It should amp my barrier enough to not burn my armor to shit. We ought to be able to clean up easy enough with your sword and my venom blade after that. Quieter than guns at least. And if all else fails, we shoot 'em if we have to."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rafael</strong> on <strong>04-03-2021, 10:29:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vVQ30ETs3hI/TyGveE5hVLI/AAAAAAAABVM/UFi7ucOBztQ/s1600/Blood_Dragon_Armor_2.png)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Red Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jacob "Sink" Sinclair (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15729522#msg15729522)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Chief Engineer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Hostile Environment Suit Pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> LZ<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Being a lazy butt.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong>&nbsp; Red Team, Jacki, Rue<br><strong></strong><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><strong>"Cultural Reference. And deception in case they were observing comms. But now you've blown it, Red Leader. Now they know there's not at least five of us. Probably should have brought that up in the briefing." </strong> Engineer pipes, while his feet pick up the pace to catch up to the red leader, with the mechanical hunk-a-soon-to-be-junk Bobby fizzling along following Sink over his shoulder now, close enough to minimize the EMP fields for now. It'd be handy at some point during the encounter either way. <strong>"Bloodpack, here? Huh. That'll throw an interesting wrench into plans. Wonder what they're here to get or protect."</strong><br><br><strong>"Race you there, Rue."</strong> His tongue in cheek expression lost in translation and helmet visor, but regardless, it was intented as a jest, as it'd be utter stupidity to be too visible, considering there was apparently mercenaries in the vicinity. <strong>"Seriously tho, keep your pretty helmet down."</strong> 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>04-03-2021, 20:16:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Red Team</span></span></div></div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Krogan<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Scout/Assassin<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong>20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Krogan Combat Armour Painted in Greens that Match Reetix<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> East of LZ<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Mission<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jacob, Jackiro, Rue<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Seeing the drone bob and weave didn’t instill confidence in Drack.&nbsp; Reetix was new to him, but the situation wasn’t, have experienced something similar on a number of other planets he had traveled to.<br>“Everyone, regularly check on the condition of your guns and gear,” the old krogan stated over the comms.&nbsp; “Don’t want to be surprised in the middle of a firefight.”<br>While weapons were built to be rugged and durable to survive the rigours of combat, it didn’t change the fact that they were still fancy pieces of technology.&nbsp; They should be able to endure the atmosphere, they should be unaffected by the EMP storm.&nbsp; However, should didn’t always translate to would.&nbsp; Barrels could end up with just enough corrosion to affect accuracy and bullet spread.&nbsp; The guns might not vent heat properly, reducing the number of shots before it overheated.&nbsp; They might even stop working altogether.&nbsp; He was glad that the grenades he carried were securely stored in an insulated compartment in his armour rather than left exposed.&nbsp; It meant they weren’t readily accessible, but better than having a biotic user their power to activate them.&nbsp; Good thing he was on her side at the time.<br>&nbsp;<br>Satisfied that Rue was able to pick the pistol up without anything exploding and no one was shooting at them, he turned his attention to the ridge that Jackiro was scouting out.&nbsp; Judging by how he was acting, the salarian had found something interesting, and Drack grinned when he heard the mention of hostiles.&nbsp; Seven hundred years in the killing business and he still felt hot blood rush through his veins as his two hearts thumped energetically in his chest.&nbsp; Surviving on a planet that was determined to kill you was fine and all, but that was nothing compared to engaging in a life-or-death battle.&nbsp; The krogan made his way towards Jackiro, keeping the noise he made to a minimum as he hustled his way over.&nbsp; Not knowing the situation at the ridge, it was better to be cautious, even if he wanted to get stuck into combat right away.&nbsp; As he neared the top, Drack got down on the ground and belly crawled the rest of the way there, so he wouldn’t accidentally expose himself once he got close.<br>&nbsp;<br>Once he was close to Jackiro, he heard blue team’s leader comm out with a warning.<br>“Blood Pack,” Drack grumbled.&nbsp; “What are they doing here?”<br>Probably nothing good, and he wondered if the hostiles the salarian had spotted belonged to the same group.&nbsp; The old krogan tried to take his own look through the scope of his rifle, and grimaced at what he saw, the interference from the atmosphere making it difficult to get a good look.&nbsp; Reaching for a compartment in his armour, he pulled out another scope, this one without any special magnification abilities or features that depended on it being powered.&nbsp; It was the highest quality of basic scopes he could find, and he passed it onto Jackiro.<br>“Try using this, I’m going to go for a closer look.”<br>&nbsp;<br>Drack began to make his way towards the hostiles, displaying a level of patience that was completely at odds to his normal behaviour.&nbsp; When he moved from cover to cover, it was without any particular rhythm, instead silently waiting in perfect stillness, blending into the scenery, until instinct and experience told him when the time was right to move again.&nbsp; He was no longer a krogan filled with battle lust, he was a predator stalking prey.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>04-03-2021, 22:40:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/3RP87Mb.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><strong><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Jackiro:-</span></span></strong>&nbsp; <br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">There were four of them in total, although ‘<em>what</em>’ these things were Jackiro would not know. The aliens stood roughly the same height as an average human male, sinewy flesh ranging in tones of putrid browns and creams. Perhaps a little surprisingly, (even with their lipless mouths and jagged teeth), was the fact that they were not wearing masks or protective suits of any kind. The salarian might consider them natives of the area, but there were too many signs suggesting otherwise. Things like the crashed ship, the materials they had on their person; and in one case, a holstered pistol frequently used with mercenaries.<br><br>One of the vorcha shoved another one, but violence seemed to be their method of communicating. Neither one was backing down, and neither one was relinquishing control.<br><br>Jackiro’s patience also gave him the briefest of views in the shifting chlorine haze; there were two batarians on the ground, clearly dead by the amount of gore-splattered about in the dirt, and one was missing most of it’s face.<br></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>04-03-2021, 23:04:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/CvrjNdJ.png)</div><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><strong><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Drack:-</span></span></strong>&nbsp; <br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Upon Drack’s approach, the four vorcha became more focused and stranger in appearance. It wasn’t the first time that the krogan was face to face with a new species, so maybe some of the appeal was lost on him. But he wouldn’t miss the important context clues in the way that they moved, or the way that they were built; wiry, lean, undoubtedly soldiers and scrappy ones at that. It was safe to say they would be lethal in close-quarters combat if their opponent was not properly trained.<br><br>But in the gloom, beyond the erratic scope’s reach sat a lumbering figure upon some carefully stacked crates he was clearly guarding. The krogan was scrolling through his omnitool, occasionally smacking the side of his forearm with clear agitation. The screen projected before him was a wave of static which gave no clear picture to help piece together this curious puzzle. His shotgun sat to his left, sitting on the crate beside him. Whatever the vorcha were arguing about seemed to pale in comparison to what the krogan warlord was trying to deal with.</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>04-03-2021, 23:17:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/b1/7e/11b17eca52781778f9a8fcecef870983.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Red Team</span></span></div></div><br><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jackiro Indri (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15749809#msg15749809)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Salarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Infiltration Expert, STG<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Black-and-Orange Lightweight-Mesh Salarian Armour (https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/005/336/143/4k/christopher-cao-deepspace-color.jpg?1490292219) with Red Helmet (https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/005/334/407/4k/christopher-cao-salarian-helmet.jpg?1490282300)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Reetix LZ, heading East.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Operation 'Red Rescue.'<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong> Drack, Rue, Sink, EVERYONE via Message<br><br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Things were taking a frustrating turn for the complex. Unknown variables had the ability to ruin any good plan, and there were just too many unknown variables. He disliked what he saw through his scope though; these unusual creatures gave him a bad feeling and tested his legendary patience with their inane and vile attempts at communicating with each other. He could see they were - by the loosest possible definition at least - civilised. They existed, and they clearly had enough cognition to communicate and - well - hold guns, if nothing else. They were like a Pre-Ascension species. He wondered if someone had foolishly repeated the mistakes of the Salarians, and the thought made him sick to his stomach.<br><br>Focusing on what he <em>could</em> deal with, Jackiro fired up the Omnitool and changed the channel to broadcast to Red Team, but also to Blue Team, Orange Team, and even the Kalanhai itself. Much like Luus, he wanted to report in this abnormal finding.<br><br>"<strong>Red Team reporting in. Encountered several unknown sentient bipedal creatures of unknown race and origin. Creatures have killed two Batarians, and carry Current-Era Pistol-tech. Able to breathe in current environment. Will likely engage with Drack in near future; attempts will be made to capture one alive.</strong>"<br><br>With his message sent out to all parties, he switched the main comms back to his group, and hailed Rue, Sink, and most importantly, Drack. As apprehensive as he might be working with a Krogan, he respected a man who could fight. "Drack, prepare for ambush. Attempts to be made to take one Prisoner. Sink, can you use Drone to relay auditory message, or rudimentary radio comms? May be wise to use to attempt to hail unknown aliens; see if they respond to diplomacy before we assassinate. Rue...Do not know capabilities. Suggest prepare to assist Sink as reinforcements for Drack should he be spotted. Otherwise, set up firing zone should they advance. Physiology and weaponry suggest low-range of engagement."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>05-03-2021, 04:40:40</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/ywl6JRM.gif)</div><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><strong>*** Jackiro’s report reaches Blue Team, with noticeable popping and interference. With a little concentration, they are able to make out his words.<br><br>Orange team remains silent with a steady stream of static on their channel, for any of those who may attempt to dial them in. ***</strong></span></div><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>05-03-2021, 16:40:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/501567062359932930/809964595283623966/Screenshot_7.png)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Red Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong>Rume'Zamin nar Folazi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15757488#msg15757488)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Quarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mechanic<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Reinforced Enviro-suit as seen in picture<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Landing Zone with Red Team<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Getting her bearings <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jackiro| Sink| Drack<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Freeing the pistol from it's earthy tomb Rue was surprised to find the heft of such a pistol in her hands, obviously fitted for a larger species' hand given the reinforced trigger guard, the quarian lifting it for closer inspection as she mused to Min. "Min please run a scan for any information, manufacturer and potential trace to source." Rue turned the pistol over in her hand from her stooped position, balancing on her heels as she cradled the weapon flatly across her palm to allow the faint scan of light to sweep across it's surface. <br><br><em> *Buzz buzz* Scans showing pistol is currently not known from affiliated manufactures *buzz* support shows the use of physical bullets rather than thermal clips, most likely made to be untraceable. *buzz* Weight provided suits holder with larger grip.</em> Min concluded easily enough as the information was broadcasted to Red Team, bolstering the comm with her assistance to all parties. <br><br>"How strange..." Rue couldn't help but muse out loud to herself, her attention from her inspecting gaze lifted with the physical sound of Sink having come up from the rear to begin picking up pace to join everyone else. His strange saying earned a befuddled blink from the quarian as the correction shortly after did bring a slight smile to her lips hidden by her shield, quickly moving to stand as she slipped the pistol into her back holster to replace her charged weapon instead in her hands. " You think my helmet is pretty? Thank you for the compliment Sink." She found herself replying back, even if it was more of the curious humor the human seemed to spout so often; she'd have to ask her new friends more about such at a later time though. Currently the situation from Jackiro and Drack's observations proved that attention needed to be focused on their predicament, the news of Blood gang affiliation along with the discovered pistol hinting at something far more than just a distress comm, that most likely it was intended more as an ambush if they did not play their cards just right. Siding up along side Sink the quarian took a more defensive stance with her weapon raised to chest level, elbows tight to her sides to ensure she was covered. Although she hadn't fully expected a fire fight on their first mission it was foolish to assume it wasn't a possibility, that while Rue was capable enough of a shot, the murderous mentality wasn't finely engrained within her. Of course if it came to her survival and those of her team, the shot would be taken always.<br><br>" Yes sir captain Indri, I will assist Sink should our cover be revealed." Rue answered with a firm nod, the flash of her visor bringing more of the obscurity from the shield as trained eyes took a better standing in the current environment, to prepare for what would take place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>05-03-2021, 22:34:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Red Team</span></span></div></div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Krogan<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Scout/Assassin<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong>20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Krogan Combat Armour Painted in Greens that Match Reetix<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> East of LZ<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Mission<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jacob, Jackiro, Rue<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>A gruff chuckle filled the team’s comms.<br>“Good luck with that diplomacy.”<br>Drack lay completely behind cover as he took out his sniper rifle and inspected it carefully.&nbsp; Any worthwhile sniper tweaked and modified their rifle to suit their needs, fine tuning it in a myriad of ways.&nbsp; It was his trusted partner, one of his babies.&nbsp; And now he had brought it to a world that slowly ate it.&nbsp; All he could do now was check on its condition and hope that he could get a few good shots out of it before something happened.&nbsp; He was going to have to get Maxine to take a look at it after the mission, she was the only person on the ship he trusted to look after his baby, and then he was going to have to fine tune it again once she was done.<br>&nbsp;<br>“You’re going to need it,” Drack stated, his deep and rough voice still sounding amused.&nbsp; “There’s a krogan there too.&nbsp; Probably the warlord of this bunch, might even be Blood Pack.”<br>The old krogan moved into a sniping position and carefully sighted on the other krogan.&nbsp; Despite the interference from the EMP and the chlorine atmosphere, he had confidence in his experience and training, that he could still make the shot if he needed to.<br>“So, you tell me how talking it out or trying to capture one alive is going to go.”<br>He didn’t need Jackiro to tell him how it would go.&nbsp; Given how vicious the four aliens acted, and the fact that the krogan kept his shotgun close, he could recognize the violence they were capable of and how they would react to an attempt at diplomacy.&nbsp; But he wasn’t going to let an opportunity to jab at the salarian pass him by.<br>&nbsp;<br>Even with the krogan in his sight, Drack didn’t fire right away.&nbsp; Instead, he patiently waited.&nbsp; Not for him to be given any command, he already knew what he was planning to do.&nbsp; What he was waiting on was the rhythm of the wind.&nbsp; He was looking for all of the tell-tale clues of how fast the wind was blowing and from which direction.&nbsp; Prior experience told him sometimes a bullet could be hit with multiples going different ways, changing the flight trajectory just enough to turn an otherwise sure hit into a miss.&nbsp; And right now, he couldn’t afford to miss.&nbsp; Calmly, he watched and waited, his finger putting gentle pressure on the trigger but not outright squeezing.&nbsp; As he focused on the shot, all other distractions faded away.&nbsp; Comms, wind, his own breath and heartbeats: none of that registered.&nbsp; There was only the-<br>&nbsp;<br>He exhaled and squeezed the trigger simultaneously, firing a round…<br>&nbsp;<br>At the shotgun lying on the crate.&nbsp; The most useful information would come from their leader after all, and it would be easier to take him alive if he had one less weapon at hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>06-03-2021, 05:21:31</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210227/ebf025af502b4e306a0724d6881436dc.png)</div><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/LeTKFRA.png)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Species:</strong></span></span> Klixen</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Number:</strong></span></span>&nbsp; Seven Remaining</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Height:</strong></span></span> 2.16 m </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Length:</strong></span></span> 1.95 m </div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Krogans:</strong></span></span> 1</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Batarians:</strong></span></span> 3.5</div><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br>&nbsp;<br>Four has had enough. The Batarian dubbed ‘punching bag’ wasn’t able to slip free from the two holding him in place, but he was able to savagely throw a knee up into the one punching him; right between the legs. It was instantaneous. Pain and gravity sent Three stumbling away. Two knocked a fist across the jaw of Four in retaliation, but his tactic ultimately worked, he was free. Free to stumble back in an attempt to square up with the others for another fight. Free to trip over the Krogan’s prone form, and fall flat on his ass with no amount of grace.<br><br>Free to suddenly erupt into flames with screams that could be heard even through their suits.<br><br>The two batarians still standing could only blink in open surprise, while the one recovering from swallowing his own balls continued dry heaving over by the shuttle.<br><br>The batarian on fire was smart enough to throw himself to the ground and roll in an attempt to put the flames out, ill-prepared for <em>those</em> conditions, but it put him in another vulnerable state. From the entrance of the cavern Luus had spotted, where the upturned soil gaped like an ominous mouth, the first Klixen scuttled out of its home and showed every sign of hostility towards the others. It didn’t appreciate the noisy trespassers, and neither did the others that began lumbering out from their hive.<br><br>If things for the blue team weren't chaotic enough; now the krogan was waking, and he didn't sound happy.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Luus</div><div class="spoiler_body">-- You're pretty certain that you've had the displeasure of fighting these pests once on Tuchunka, and the memory isn't likely to be a pleasant one. Then again what could be pleasant about Tuchunka?<br>-- They shoot fire out of their face, an ability that has a good range so staying out of reach isn't always easy.<br>-- I rolled a 1 for you. You're welcome. Luus gets to have something bad happen to him! Feel free to add it to your response, or, if you're feeling foolish, I can instigate an outcome for you in my next post.<br>-- Oh yeah... you might remember that these bastards explode when they die. Hope you don't stand too close...</div></div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Jay</div><div class="spoiler_body">-- Hurray! More ugly-ass bugs that want to rip off your beautiful face!<br>-- They're big, they're a little slow, but somehow getting in close with a sword seems like a bad idea with these things. Maybe it's intuition- or heed of caution instilled from the smaller beetles you already faced.<br>-- I rolled a 17 for you. Jay continues to be a complete badass and can humiliate Luus with her fine booty. Have fun with your post, if you're feeling creative! If you prefer to just keep things simple, you're welcome to do that as well. She can remain clean of bug-goo.</div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>06-03-2021, 12:07:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/BibuB9H.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Blue Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Luus Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15725923#msg15725923)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mercenary/Demolitionist Vanguard<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> North of LZ<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Violence!<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Team Turian Tongue<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>'Not so bad.' He should have fucking known better.<br><br>The batarians' fight ended, but instead of a time for peace talks they got...this. <em>These</em>. And they were out for blood.<br><br>And so was the not-so-dead krogan.<br><br>"New plan: all has gone to shit," he called as he moved to take cover near the mid-sized, rocky formation nearest him. It wasn't the best, but it did soak up the flurry of pistol shots from a batarian who saw fit to flee their direction and reacted poorly to spotting a bunch of strangers ahead. "Kill or die," he finally finished, the plan now in full effect. <br><br>In the next moment, Luus was bathed in blue energy, alive and shifting as it coalesced with an increasing, overwhelming pressure. Then, he flew forward, rocketed by pure biotic fury and slamming headfirst into the batarian that had taken to shooting at his team. The male flew back, slung with much of the force that had been delivered from Luus's thick helmet straight to his chest cavity. Then, for good measure, Luus unholstered his modified Phaeston and filled the crumpled man with a slew of new, blazing holes courtesy of his incendiary rounds.<br><br>He was out in the open now, nearer to his enemies, but that was where vanguards thrived. His target's friend, the one recovering from kicked-in-nuts syndrome, turned to aim his weapon, but Luus closed in first, knocking the barrel away with the rail of his own rifle. Then he released his venom blade. The mechanics hissed as the blade propelled forth, and with a wild slash, he punctured the batarian's suit and sent him reeling back, a fresh gash weakening his leg.<br><br>He was ready for action. Ready to take the batarian as a hostage as he gathered more biotic energy for another powerful charge. This time he wanted to take on that krogan captain.<br><br>Then he heard a klixen skittering towards them, and his plans began to change.<br><br>But it was too late. <br><br>The moment he grabbed the batarian, readying to throw him at the beast as a distraction, the sounds of gunfire rang out from the krogan's position, followed by the wild screech of the dying klixen. Then came a raucous blast that filled his ears and blew both him and the batarian several yards away.<br><br>He couldn't place how long he spent writhing on the ground, disoriented, barrier shattered, bloodied ears filled with a high pitched ring, and heavy armor slowly melted into by the klixen's burning blood and entrails.<br><br>Of course the krogan knew that klixen blew up when they died. <br><br>Of course he'd use that against him.<br><br>Of course he wouldn't give a shit about his supposed allies getting hurt in the blast.<br><br>it was all so obvious now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rafael</strong> on <strong>06-03-2021, 17:29:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vVQ30ETs3hI/TyGveE5hVLI/AAAAAAAABVM/UFi7ucOBztQ/s1600/Blood_Dragon_Armor_2.png)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Red Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jacob "Sink" Sinclair (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15729522#msg15729522)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Chief Engineer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Hostile Environment Suit Pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> LZ<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Being a lazy butt.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong>&nbsp; Red Team, Rue<br><strong></strong><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Jacob is surprised that his offhand remark is taken as a compliment, but not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, the quick on his feet thinker he is, Jacob capitalizes on the lucky strike, replaying to Rue on the comms. <strong>"Yeah. It shows excellent craftsmanship. Would love to take a closer look at it after the mission."</strong> They hadn't really had a moment to get to know each other before the mission either way. And as far as he knew, quarians never took of their helmets anyway, so that'd be a close-by encounter.<br><br>Settling into position, his omni-tool flaring up and he proceeds to conjure up his temporary tech armor augments that begin to shine around his own actual armor. If things were going combat, he'd be ready to take a hit or two. In the sidelines of other data, he spots an important announcement from his personal VI. <strong>"Red Leader, latest ping to orange team didn't go through. I'm suspecting they are beyond comm range, or being actively blocked. Can not say for certain. Either way, entering stealth mode, call for the cavalry when you desire an airstrike."</strong><br><br>With those words, he dials up the stealth field emitter, proceeding to start using his energy reserves to cloak up a bitch - aka himself - so he can focus guiding Bobby without the fear of being shot at. And Bobby's bottom half expands into a large heavy caliber machine gun, ready to tote it to battle at the master's command. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>06-03-2021, 22:01:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/89/0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png/507px-0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Blue Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jay V'doris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727579#msg15727579)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Pilot<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Pictured w/ Matching Helmet<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Reetix, LZ<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Being badass.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Team Asari!<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>It was probably a good thing that Jay's helmet hid her face because a grin, not unlike that one she'd worn during their landing, had spread across her lips.&nbsp; It might have given her teammates the unfortunate impression that they were out on a mission with a psycho.&nbsp; Which might not be entirely out of bounds, given how excited Jay always got when shit went sideways.<br><br>At the sudden arrival of more bugs, and Luus' heroic ramming of himself into the nearest warm body...followd by ALL THE BAD.&nbsp; Jay began to dimly wonder if maybe she was the sane one of the two...which was a very disconcerting thing to face amidst the unholy hell of exploding, fire-breathing skittermonsters.&nbsp; Best to leave <em>that</em> existential crisis for a time when things were less stressful...less chaotic...less on fire.<br><br>"NOT COOL, KRO!"&nbsp; 'Cause, you know, even in a crisis you gotta have a good zinger on hand.<br><br>Blue light flared to life around Jay's forearm as she hopped up on the nearest handy rock, positioning herself with legs shoulder-width apart and one hand on a jauntily cocked hip.&nbsp; Her other hand, burning with ice-blue light, extended toward the largest of the 'plody bugs and it lifted off the ground in a net of biotic energy.&nbsp; After hovering for a split second, it zoomed through the air and slammed hard into the face of the nasty krogan that had hurt the boss.<br><br>She winced as it hit, but leapt immediately off her rock to bolt across toward Luus, the pale blue energy wrapped around her to ensure that she avoided any backsplash from the critter, and potential retaliatory fire...though the idea that even a krogan would handle taking a beetle grenade to the face well enough to pose any sort of threat was pretty slim.&nbsp; When she reached Luus, she grabbed ahold and started dragging him as far from the bug den and the bad guys as possible, muttering curses under her breath in a semi-terrified, semi-thrilled voice.<br><br>"Fuck...fuck...Jay to...to just fucking <em>everyone</em>...the bugs explode and Luus is down and bad shit is happening with Team Asari!&nbsp; Shit's fuckin' FUBAR, man!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>07-03-2021, 00:35:09</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210227/72a43b62ce8e93afe520992ffb64eac5.png)</div><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/KKOUNJ6.png)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;(https://i.imgur.com/6WNUrCr.png)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Krogan Battlemaster:-</strong></span>&nbsp; 1</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Vorcha:-</strong></span></span>&nbsp; 4</div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br>Drack lined up a clean shot, one that was successful with its execution. The sniper rifle’s high caliber bullet struck the Krogan’s shotgun and sent it skittering across the crates, off and over to the other side with the hiss of sparks and flying pieces of metal. While the four vorcha were continuing to argue and wrestle among themselves, heedless of what had just happened, the Krogan battlemaster raised to his feet with a warcry that quickly captured the vorcha’s attention.<br><br>They might be fighting amongst themselves, but they clearly understood that it would be a short, one-sided argument going up against their leader.<br><br>To Drack’s advantage, the chlorine haze distorted the audio cues enough so that even the battlemaster had a hard time discerning the distance between the shooter and its intended target, but it didn’t take long to figure out the trajectory of where the bullet had come from. With an angry cry, The Krogan rushed in Drack’s direction, pulling up his heavy barriers and pulling out his heavy war hammer, ready to get in close and enjoy the violence. Two of the Vorcha take up arms and rush after their leader, while the remaining two stayed back to defend the crates.<br><br>It was right about this time that Jay’s voice can be heard, crackling through the group comms, <span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><strong>“Fuck...fuck...Jay to...to just fucking everyone...the bugs explode and Luus is down and bad shit is happening with Team Asari!&nbsp; Shit's fuckin' FUBAR, man!"</strong></span> There is no response from orange team.<br><hr><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Drack</div><div class="spoiler_body"> I rolled a 16 for you. Feel free to take creative liberties and have fun with your post, but with that roll you’ll only be able to down one opponent during this round, (but not the Krogan!) I can’t make it too easy for you! &lt;3<br>-- Drack would be able to make out the Bloodpack markings on the Krogan’s armor.<br>-- The Krogan charging will go into a battle rage as soon as he spots any member of the team and turn toward them.<br>-- The vorcha are all armed with standard rifles.<br></div></div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Rue</div><div class="spoiler_body"> I rolled an 18 for you. This basically means you’re the biggest badass so far! If you need help or suggestions, message me on the discord and we can discuss. Rue can enter combat if you wish, but for the moment all attention is on Drack.<br>-- I recommend considering the team’s objective, if not now than for the near-future. Those crates look pretty important, and that signal is coming right from it…<br>-- The vorcha are on high alert, sneaking on them will be a challenge but not impossible. They’re ugly and heavily armed and twitchy.<br></div></div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Jackiro</div><div class="spoiler_body"> I rolled a 16 for you! Feel free to be a badass in your next post; you can drop one of the vorcha if you’d like, or make an attack on the Krogan that is charging Drack. The Krogan won’t drop dead from this attack, that will be too easy.<br>-- IF Jacki makes an attack after one of the vorcha has dropped to the ground, he will notice that the others react to this and get more erratic. They’re faster, more vicious, and seemed to react to the blood in the air. (Bloodlust.)<br></div></div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Sink</div><div class="spoiler_body">-- I rolled a 12 for you, which isn’t a bad thing! Your post seems to be holding action, more than committing to one anyway, so I’ll let you engage the encounter as you see fit. Sink won’t be able to kill anyone outright but feel free to maneuver and set things up.<br>-- The EMP storm overhead is getting worse, but it’s still high enough overhead that it doesn’t affect the equipment much more than it has been already.<br>-- Just a friendly reminder; cloaking isn’t permanent, and will have a cooldown. He can stay incognito this round easily, however.</div></div></div><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>07-03-2021, 02:20:32</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210227/ebf025af502b4e306a0724d6881436dc.png)</div><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/LeTKFRA.png)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Species:</strong></span></span> Klixen</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Number:</strong></span></span>&nbsp; Four/seven alive with one really close to going boom.</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Height:</strong></span></span> 2.16 m </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Length:</strong></span></span> 1.95 m </div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Krogans:</strong></span></span> 1 (pretty close to death)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Batarians:</strong></span></span> 2 (1 pretty close to death)</div><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br>Luus words ‘kill or die’ was a familiar mantra for both Maxine and Coaf alike. When you served time in the military you had to be prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice, and while neither soldier had intentions of meeting that fate without a fight, the presence of danger and death didn’t give them pause or cold feet. Immediately, Maxine pulled her rifle up to her shoulder and provided cover-fire for Luus and Jay. She kept to the right flank so that none of her allies were hit by friendly fire- because friendly fire, isn’t- and put all of her focus into the Klixen advancing dangerously close to their group. Unlike the turian, she had never faced a creature like this before.<br><br>Coaf had, and he shared just about the same amount of enthusiasm as Luus did.<br><br>The quarian was able to move faster than the human when scoping down his rifle simply because he already had it up on his shoulder. His short, controlled bursts were primarily attempts made to distract the krogan who begun fueling up on his blood rage. But as the klixen began to crawl out of their hive in droves, he was forced to change tactics. He pulled a sticky grenade from his pouch and lobbed it at the furthest Klixen. It landed right in the middle of its face, and as the creature lifted its head to spout fire from its mouth, it detonated the grenade prematurely. Smoldering viscera exploded outward and rained down on the other Klixen, also splattering across the Batarian which had been flung back with Luus.<br>As Jay moved forward to rescue their team leader, Coaf advanced into the new opening to try and make himself the center of attention, and lobbed another grenade in the cluster of Klixens.<br><br><strong>“Medi-gel,”</strong> He spoke over Comms to Jay. His words were clipped and to the point, but that was only because he was currently distracted, and trying to keep his own shields from failing when another explosion rippled through the swarm. <strong>“Hip pouch. Give him a dose; check for breaches in his armor!”</strong> <br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Luus</div><div class="spoiler_body">-- Great job on that post! I’d say I was sorry for rolling a 1, again, but I’m not because that was really fun to read. Poor guy. Guess he’ll just need someone to put on a sexy nurse costume for him when he gets back to the ship. It’ll be worth it!<br>-- There will be 2 more doses of medi-gel on your person (for the whole team) after this dose is used.<br>-- Remember, medi-gel won't cure wounds, it's just designed to stabilize and lower pain receptors until you can visit a proper doctor.<br>-- The Klixen are turning their focus on Coaf, and Max is offering cover fire between the bugs and the batarians. React as you see fit.<br>-- The updated count for who is alive is on the top of this post.<br><br></div></div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Jay</div><div class="spoiler_body">-- One-liners are the best. It warms my soul. :3<br>-- Medi-gel is applied with the omni-tool, it's a rather simple process that takes a few seconds to apply and should give relief around 5-10 seconds.<br>-- Krogan regenerates their health, so this bastard isn't down yet. Jay may or may not know that, so feel free to react how you see fit.<br>-- The updated count for who is alive is on the top of this post. </div></div></div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>07-03-2021, 04:23:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/89/0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png/507px-0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Blue Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jay V'doris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727579#msg15727579)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Pilot<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Pictured w/ Matching Helmet<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Reetix, LZ<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Being badass.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Team Asari!<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>"Right...medi-gel...suit breach....got it.&nbsp; Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck, boss.&nbsp; You better not fucking die, or I'm gonna be <em>so</em> pissed at you!"&nbsp; She whined the words and yanked Luus behind some cover before dropping to her knees beside him to retrieve and then deploy the medi-gel.&nbsp; After that, she began her careful examination of his suit, hunting for breaches in between peeks over the rocks at the gross bugs and the krogan and his two friends.&nbsp; She <em>really</em> didn't like either of them, but figured that the other two could hold down the fort for the moment while she made sure hot shot turian didn't bite the dust.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>07-03-2021, 05:25:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Red Team</span></span></div></div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Krogan<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Scout/Assassin<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong>20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Krogan Combat Armour Painted in Greens that Match Reetix<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> East of LZ<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Mission<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jacob, Jackiro, Rue<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Drack grunted with satisfaction.&nbsp; That was one problem dealt with, now he just had to deal with an angry krogan and four of whatever the hell those were.&nbsp; At least their weapons didn't look like much and he only had to really worry about the warlord's war hammer.&nbsp; That would put more than just a dent in his armour, and the old krogan did not want to deal with Reetix's hostile atmosphere.&nbsp; There was still time for him to take another shot, probably down one more target, but then he'd be in a melee with his sniper rifle and that was a bad idea.&nbsp; The rifle would make an ungainly club for one, and he didn't want to risk it being damaged in the process.&nbsp; Under the circumstances, the best thing to do was abandon his position and let them chase after him until he could lead them into a trap or where his team could easily ambush them.&nbsp; Various options flashed through his head.<br><br>And then he heard Jay's voice over the comms and all of those plans no longer mattered.&nbsp; The old krogan sighed.&nbsp; They didn't have the time for any clever plans, they needed to deal with this group as soon as possible before trying to attempt some kind of rescue.&nbsp; He'd just have to risk getting dinged up in the process.<br><br>Drack hopped onto his feet, moving with surprising agility given how bulky he was, and grabbed a stun grenade from an armour compartment.&nbsp; Priming it, he quickly threw it at the trio coming for him before slinging the sniper rifle over his shoulder and drawing his combat knife in one hand and his pistol in the other.&nbsp; The hasty throw went a little too far, and when it landed, the thunderous boom only managed to catch the slowest of the aliens.&nbsp; It immediately dropped to the ground, but its forward momentum in the charge meant it tumbled face first into the ground and rolled a few times before laying on the ground in a twitching heap.&nbsp; The alien was probably still alive, which looked to be about as close to 'keeping one alive' as the team could possibly get under the circumstances.<br><br>With one down, the old krogan readied himself to handle the other two coming at him.&nbsp; He could see the Blood Pack markings on the krogan's armour, as well as the tell-tale signs of battle rage.&nbsp; This was going to get real interesting, real fast.&nbsp; It had been a while since he had killed Blood Pack.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>07-03-2021, 15:13:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/b1/7e/11b17eca52781778f9a8fcecef870983.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Red Team</span></span></div></div><br><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jackiro Indri (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15749809#msg15749809)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Salarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Infiltration Expert, STG<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Black-and-Orange Lightweight-Mesh Salarian Armour (https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/005/336/143/4k/christopher-cao-deepspace-color.jpg?1490292219) with Red Helmet (https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/005/334/407/4k/christopher-cao-salarian-helmet.jpg?1490282300)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Reetix LZ, heading East.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Operation 'Red Rescue.'<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong> Drack, Rue, Sink, <br><br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Things were progressing in an unexpected direction, but that was to be expected. He had observed enough of the situation and, with assistance from Drack, been informed of the relative futility of peaceful negotiations. The Krogan Warlord wouldn't communicate while he thought he was in a position of power, and the posturing would do little to convince a Brute that he was, in fact, at a disadvantage.<br><br>After all, most Krogan barely understood that Five was greater than four; let alone that four highly-trained military personnel with a tactical position and the element of surprise was greater than five bumbling alien reprobates with minimal equipment. <br><br>Drack, despite the previous off-handed dismissal of most Krogans, was at least an intelligent combatant. He'd reported valuable data, and even disarmed the Krogan of his medium range option. That alone made it wise to focus fire on protecting the other Infiltrator. Drack's Grenade had taken one of them out, and so Jackiro hummed under his breathe as he inhaled sharply and lined up the scope.<br><br>For a second, the sights were settled on Drack as he turned to face the oncoming threat. It was an impressive stance to take, but a foolhardy one...Especially with the remaining persuing unknown-entity starting to enter a more aggressive state. <br><br>Then the sights moved, taking in the impressive bulk of the warlord. He could try and take out the bastard with a headshot, but he had barriers and a shield to rely on. No, that wouldn't do at all.<br><br><em>Exhale</em>...All of that analysis had happened between one exaggerated inhale and exhale, steadying himself for what was about to come.<br><br>...<em>Inhale</em>...He made a microadjustment, the sight on his gun flickering slightly thanks to the EMP Storm overhead, but it wasn't enough. He waited for the charging Krogan to connect with a footfall, then made another microadjustment, taking into account the creature's gait and his stance before finally pulling the trigger.<br><br>He aimed not for the Krogan's chest, or his head...The Krogans loved to brag about their 'redundant systems' and their 'failsafe organs' and whatnot. It was an impressive evolutionary adjustment to be sure, but it was something they touted so proudly like it was the be-all and end-all. <br><br>No, Jackiro didn't aim for the chest or the head; He aimed for the Krogan's Knee joint. Drack had done the hard work of disarming the beast, who now had a Hammer and some rage to his name. Take away his ability to move, and he'd be a crippled liability. Perhaps then the Warlord might surrender?<br><br>...Or he'll just have to take the next bullet while struggling to move. C'est la vie. He trusted Rue and Sink to make their own moves without instruction, as he quickly rechambered a shell for the next shot.<br><br>...<em>Exhale.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>07-03-2021, 22:54:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/501567062359932930/809964595283623966/Screenshot_7.png)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Red Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong>Rume'Zamin nar Folazi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15757488#msg15757488)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Quarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mechanic<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Reinforced Enviro-suit as seen in picture<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Landing Zone with Red Team<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Getting her bearings <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jackiro| Sink| Drack<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>"I would be honored to have someone as yourself inspect my gear, I do have the schematics that I can give you further detail on, for example-" <em>*buzz* Rue! This is not the time!*buzz*</em> Min's artificial voice nearly blared in the quarian's ear, enough to send Rue to nearly trip over herself before catching herself at the last second. Distraction at such a critical time as this of course was not needed as no sooner did Rue's attention turn back to the task at hand, did the glare of Blue team's distress call make her chest clench in a pang of anxiety. "Bosh’tet" The single word muttered through Rue's tight lips, as the clear panic in Jay's voice made the quarian glance in the suspected direction it was pinged at. The mission had gone from exploration to a much more distressing matter in such quick succession, Rue had to wonder if the enemies spotted had stranded themselves in such a way to warrant defenses that would give them fair warning to those approaching. <br><br>With the calls over the comm system pumping in her ears Rue knew they needed to make quick work of what lay before themselves before attempting to regroup with the other teams, orange team in particular having not been heard from in some time, as Blue team was under attack; were there more of the same species roaming around than what was spotted by the ancient ship ahead of them? Grip tightening harder across the weapon in her hand Rue nearly skidded to a halt right behind Sink as he settled into position to adjust his stealth mode, Drack and Jackiro seemingly more than capable of handling the brutes as with a single shot did what diplomacy go out the window, which in truth probably would have been in vain to begin with. Kneeling slightly lower to catch her breath a scan along the ship's outer layer showed the wear and tear that for a moment Rue was certain she recognized, but more importantly than that, was the steadily stronger ping that lit across her visor, the signal they had been chasing clearly coming from the crates stacked on the side of the ship from where the Korgan had been protecting.<br><br>"Sink do you think you could give me cover? The signal is stronger by the ship...if I can get into it's system I can use Min to download the information of it and send it to the charter while Drack and Jackiro hold the front." Rue mused while remaining light on her feet, long legs ensuring if she had the appropriate coverage, she could slip by to do so. Waiting for the go ahead the quarian would wait until she found the exact opening she was looking for, Drack's deploy of the stun grenade offering the moment in which no sooner did Rue sprint towards the ship, laying low while she ran towards the outside and out of close reach should one of the xenos decide to target her. Her goal was to go around the side of the ship where the cover of the ship's body would shield her, that while the signal within the crate was important, the craft itself would no doubt give more information so it's computer system was her current task in finding.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>08-03-2021, 06:51:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/BibuB9H.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Blue Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Luus Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15725923#msg15725923)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mercenary/Demolitionist Vanguard<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> North of LZ<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Violence!<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Team Turian Tongue<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>More explosions rang in the distance, breaking through the ringing that assaulted his ears and the burning pains that distracted his mind. For a time they were what tied him to the battle still, the only other thing being his growing rage, borne purposefully from the pain. It would fuel him. All he needed was enough time to recover. Just enough--<br><br><em>"Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck, boss.&nbsp; You better not fucking die, or I'm gonna be so pissed at you!" </em><br><br>The words brought him more to his senses, and his response was a hoarse but enthusiastic cackle. It hurt his sore and moderately burned body, but damn was it worth it. Especially when, seconds later, he felt the soothing wash of medi-gel numbing his pain and soothing his wounds. A deep, breathy, reverberating sigh sounded from his helmet, more full of pleasure than relief. <br><br>"That's it..." he breathed, the smirk clear in his voice as he rose with Jay's help to take cover beside her. "Ha! As the humans say: I could kiss you. Or much, much more." He peered over cover at the krogan who now seemed intent on approaching Coaf in a flank, using the klixens' advance on the quarian as a distraction and his own heavy armor and regenerative biology to eat the odd shots sent his way. All while providing his own covering fire against Coaf and Maxine. "Later though, I've got some unfinished business." He paused, calculating something. Hm, he'll do for some good cover." He reloaded his Phaeston with practiced ease, giving a meaningful nod to the asari who saved him before leaping to his feet ready for more of the thrilling action to come.<br><br>In a twisting spiral of turian biotic energy, he charged again, crashing into the krogan's shoulder in the flash of a second and sending him reeling backwards, but still standing. Before the krogan could get both his hands on his weapon again, Luus aimed his, incendiary rounds readied, at the most weakened point in his armor. Then he blasted, full auto, into that point. The armor, already more damaged by klixen explosion than his own, gave way under the siege of bullets and fiery impact, and soon the krogan's flesh was met with the very same.<br><br>The thing about krogans' reductive systems and regenerative prowess was that, while they were very good, no organic could beat fire.<br><br>The krogan writhed and roared and shouted as its body was filled and covered in bursts of flame, then, inevitably, he toppled over with a thundering crash. Luus then leaped into a prone position near the large burnt out corpse, using his body as cover against the batarians as he aimed for the klixen still moving on Coaf. Knowing its already slower speed and the dangers of it getting close, he focused fire on its large, skittering limbs, hoping to hobble it enough before his thermal clip ran out. Just enough for the others to finish the job.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>08-03-2021, 19:41:42</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/SlJ1QFP.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Luus and Jackiro:-</strong></span></span><br><br>Within their respective helmets, a friendly little message icon pops up in an unobtrusive part of their visors, seemingly heedless of the life-or-death fight both teams were in the middle of. The message has no title but states that it comes from Sam. It is available to read and/or respond to at your earliest convenience... but probably when you're not at risk of taking a stray bullet.<br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Message Received</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>** There are a set of coordinates included in the first line of this message.**</strong><br><br>Arc nd Kandk down., sevly injured. <br>threat dowm 2<br>evac need</div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rafael</strong> on <strong>08-03-2021, 20:53:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vVQ30ETs3hI/TyGveE5hVLI/AAAAAAAABVM/UFi7ucOBztQ/s1600/Blood_Dragon_Armor_2.png)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Red Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jacob "Sink" Sinclair (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15729522#msg15729522)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Chief Engineer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Hostile Environment Suit Pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Near the Red Team, invisible.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Providing support<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong>&nbsp; Red Team, Rue<br><strong></strong><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Bobby bobs up and down in the air, turning back and forth, nervously waiting for a command form up or down, left or right. Then, Sink's ears spot Rue's request, and his eyes glance from his stealthy hideout towards the quarian, and as he nods, so does Bobby, the mechanical companion. <strong>"Request for support granted."</strong> Bobby's mechanical speaker emits the required line. <strong>"Your bio-unit is under my protection."</strong> Set of holographic lights in the shape of ^_^ appearing on its front hull. The hovercraft then proceeds to follow the Quarian, sneaking across the battlefield while Drack and Jacki take care of the range-inferior enemies.<br><br>While following, Sink uploads a command prompt to quickly hit a 'assist' button should Rue run into trouble. When / if that happens:<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Bobby proceeds to immediately do what it does best, acquire attention to itself from the hostile force, to make sure they won't have time, nor the willingness to start paying attention to a non-hostile quarian, and instead have their attention with the speaker blaring at full volume <strong>"Say Hello to my little friend!"</strong> Then accompanying the words with a bellyful of <strong>BRRRRRRRT</strong> with the bottom mounted machinegun. Once the initial burst ha been completed an automated duck and weave sequence begins with short bursts targeted towards individual combatants at random.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Jacob wouldn't mind scoring a hit or two, but ultimately his main goal is to keep keep the alien attention towards the flying deathmonster instead of skulking Quarian. Willing to sacrifice Bobby to just to give her a minute or two.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>09-03-2021, 02:47:37</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210227/ebf025af502b4e306a0724d6881436dc.png)</div><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/LeTKFRA.png)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Species:</strong></span></span> Klixen</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Number:</strong></span></span>&nbsp; TWO/seven alive</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Height:</strong></span></span> 2.16 m </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Length:</strong></span></span> 1.95 m </div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Krogans:</strong></span></span> Dead </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Batarians:</strong></span></span> 1 </div><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br>The problem with being ‘bait’ came when it worked. Altruism aside, Coaf had no illusions about the danger he and his team were in. Fighting a klixen here and there was troublesome enough, but swarms were the true test of skill. You had to account for not only their positions, but those of your squad as well. You had to realize which bug was about to pop, which one might follow its lead as they progressively weakened and whose armor couldn’t handle the blast. With the quick asari hot on Luus’ heels, administrating the medi-gel and bringing the other gun back into the fray, he knew he made the right decision. They needed his biotics and his firepower to close out this fight quick and clean. <br><br>That didn’t stop the skin from prickling against the back of Coaf’s neck.<br><br>Maxine wasn’t far from him, still providing the crucial cover-fire that kept them on level playing ground. One of the Batarians took a shot from the quarian’s rifle right between the eyes. As he fell back, dead, Coaf watched as the last Batarian made the connection; he was in deep shit. It made tactical sense that he would then change his directive; instead of firing at the squad, the Batarian emptied his entire clip into the Klixen scuttling upright toward Maxine.<br><br>Coaf reacted, because there was no time to think about it. Like a live grenade, he tossed himself over towards the human just as the Klixen exploded, taking the full force of the explosion. It ripped through shields as if they hadn’t been there at all, and he knew with a certainty that he took his last breath when the second bug exploded, already weakened and near death from weapons fire.<br><br>The quarian didn’t move again, not even as the ichors burning through suit dissolved his mask and began to eat away at his face. Maxine was saved from the explosions, but was slow to gather her wits as she shook off the scene before her. She’s in the blast radius of the other two bugs if they pop, but only on the outer edges.<br><br><br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Luus</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Two Klixen left, both have a good chunk of health left. Coaf is dead, F in chat for Coaf. Maxine is mostly fine, if a little dazed. There is one Batarian remaining with mostly full health, and he’s desperate.<br><br><br></div></div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Jay</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Coaf’s last thoughts were of that fine Asari booty. F in chat for Coaf. Remaining are two Klixen, mostly full health, and a Batarian, also mostly full health. The Klixen are out of blast range from you and Luus, but Maxine is on the outskirts. <br></div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>09-03-2021, 04:06:21</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210227/72a43b62ce8e93afe520992ffb64eac5.png)</div><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/KKOUNJ6.png)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;(https://i.imgur.com/6WNUrCr.png)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Krogan Battlemaster:-</strong></span>&nbsp; 1 (Shields are down, eating dirt but mostly undamaged)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Vorcha:-</strong></span></span>&nbsp; 3</div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br>Either Drack and Jackiro got lucky, or their enemies were graced with an uncomfortable amount of misfortune. It played out like this:<br><br>Drack threw his grenade, and while it landed just a smidge too far than where he might have intended, the blast did a good job of knocking the vorcha right off of his feet. He tripped and stumbled, getting a face-full of dirt, and went still almost immediately after. Not dead, but a smack on the head like that did a good job of keeping someone even with regenerative powers down for the count. Or it might have been the way he brained himself against a rock-either way, he wouldn’t be rising to fight again.<br><br>The blast also managed to rip away most of the shields belonging to the Krogan. As the battlemaster stumbled, the vorcha trailing behind him ran right into the alien’s backside. He was just swinging backward to reprimand the lackey with his warhammer, putting the brunt of his weight on his leg, when Jackiro’s shot took out the knee with a red mist.<br><br>His scream could be heard all the way over to where the Salarian was lying prone with his rifle. The krogan was writhing in pain, but it only slowed him down. Crawling, trying to find his momentum, he continued on his warpath towards Drack with the grace and dexterity of an earthworm. The vorcha looked hesitant to follow.<br><br>Rue was having good luck as well; she made it over to the ship without being spotted, a large part due to the two vorcha guards being distracted by seeing the other members of their party being picked off. While their eyes were turned towards the violence down the way, Rue managed to get to the rear of the downed shuttle and locate an access panel. It was corroded -no surprise- but the wiring was still intact and power hadn’t been completely drained from the vessel. The download would take time, but so long as she remained quiet and the fight elsewhere, she should manage rather well.<br><br>But one vorcha was determined to make it a challenge, regardless. It wasn’t Rue that he spotted, rather just a fleeting edge of Bobby, bobbing around near the ship. Assuming they were being flanked, the Vorcha called out; and immediately threw themselves behind the crates as Bobby unloaded a machinegun burst towards them. The gunfire that followed after was done do blindly, both vorcha hunkering down behind the crates, taking potshots towards the robot that swayed around like a drunken spider monkey.<br><hr><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Drack</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Drack gets to brain someone in his next post if you want, enjoy! Hopefully, these asshats roll better so they're not so damn easy lol.<br></div></div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Rue</div><div class="spoiler_body"> The hack is successful. It's slower than she might have liked; time always seems to act funny when someone is shooting at you (or, in her case, around her!) With the EMP storm raging overhead, Rue won't be able to send it to the ship, but it should be safe enough on her person, so long as she doesn't get zapped.<br></div></div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Jackiro</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Take that, knee socket! Who needs two, anyway? Time to get trigger happy.<br></div></div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Sink</div><div class="spoiler_body">Opperation: Distraction is a go! Feel free to take down one of the vorcha in your next post, but the second would remain alive.<br></div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rylin</strong> on <strong>09-03-2021, 04:09:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/805608801994670092/813384132997939210/IMG_20210222_184759.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Orange Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Arcus Aurelion &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727099#msg15727099)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Spectre<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> LZ, heading west<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Landing, heading west, tactics<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Orange Team, flying thing<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>The hard part about the whole thing wasn't the rough terrain, or the low visibility, but co-ordinating with the other three on his team. Arcus didn't like classifying his specialities because he considered himself more than adequate in many things, but directing three other people through an alien planet in which the earth and air itself was trying to kill them. But then again, who was? He kept his doubts and ramblings confined to his thoughts, and for a moment the only thing he heard was his own steady breathing through the air filters as he made a steady climb upwards one of the many jagged mounds of rocks to help scurry Orange Team along. <br><br>He lost his footing more than a few times, cursing silently everytime he did, though technology made it nigh impossible that anyone would see him. His armour was now cloaked; the black and bronze orange accents now taking on the putrid green of the sky and the pale brown of the ground. Only his sniper rifle glinted visibly white, but even then it would be hard to in this foggy atmosphere. He doubted even his own team could see him. Once he had settled in, he knelt onto one knee and took a wide view of the area through the lenses of his rifle. "Careful not to step into the river. You don't want liquid chlorine touching any part of your skin," he said, more so to the two humans than the Krogan. Kandok could take a quick swim through some chemicals, he was sure. He himself was nestled far and away from the smoking green river, though the mere sight of the fumes rising from the liquid made him grip the body of his weapon just a little tighter. "Looks clear for now. You can move up those connected hills and slide down, and you'll come to a bend near the caves we've been assigned to. Go around it —don't fall into the river— and there should be..." He made a quick count with his fingers, tapping the metal of his rifle with his claws. "Three sizable entrances right around the corner. Pick the closest one and go in, and I'll follow you in after." <br><br>His job done for now, he rose from his position and deftly climbed down, jumping and latching onto edge from edge. The static of the comm link came to life, and the good doctor's voice came through the channel, prompting a quick comment from the spectre between the grunts of effort. "We're here to investigate the place, Dr. Adams. Not be fascinated by it." <br><br>He then came to a clearing, which meant the lowered elevation temporarily blocked his sight on his team members. Hopefully they'd be able to find their way around and not die on first contact with any hostiles. Hopefully. He had given them some very clear instructions after all.<br><br>Just as he was thinking that, a panicked voice came through, again belonging to Sam, and this time Arcus responded with more urgency, snapping up to gaze upon the hazy green sky. Nothing. "No, I missed it, I think. What did you see?" he asked, all the while bringing up his scope again to begin searching for whatever flew overhead as he slowly made his way towards the caves. With luck, the thing would be a simple mirage and they wouldn't have to deal with anything at all. "In any case, I suggest you move quickly. I don't look forward to dealing with unidentified flying objects."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>09-03-2021, 04:47:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/76OhMjp.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Orange Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Pictured, with medical bag<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Landing Zone<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> U.F.O’s<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Orange Team<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Samantha didn’t enjoy the way her heart was hammering in her throat, the sensations brought with it unpleasant memories from all the other times she had been afraid. Why did it always have to feel like something was <em>hunting</em> her? Like the universe was quite keen to remind the human where she sat on the food chain? Doubly so, since she was a doctor, and was rather determined never to actually end someone’s life. But that buzzing of anxiety and hyperawareness for her situation wouldn’t dissipate, and she was once again aware of just how inadequate she was for this situation. Armed with a pistol, the most pathetic of biotic abilities that could barely light up the end of her fingertip, and a stubbornness that wouldn’t sit back on the ship where she would be safe and comfortable. Not exactly the firepower anyone could depend on to watch their backs, was it?<br><br>Namir put his hand on her shoulder, reassuring her with a friendly squeeze and a nod of his head. She tried offering him a comforting smile in return --then remembered that he wouldn’t see it behind her mask. <strong>“It’s alright, Sam. Just stay on my left.” </strong>She looked at his rifle, understanding what he meant by that, then nodded her head in agreement.<br><br>They took two steps before the wind was knocked out of her. Something massive dropped from the sky, a looming dark shape that her brain struggled to process due to its sheer size. What might have been confused for as a tree trunk impaled the earth at Sam’s side, and as it lifted to shuffle the torso around, both Namir and Samantha went flying in either direction. <strong>“What the fuck is that thing?!”</strong> Namir’s voice was loud in her ears over the radio, but the signal had a slight pop and crackle of interference. She couldn’t reply, too busy flinging herself away from another one of its limbs as the creature reared back its long neck - and snapped at mercenary, almost catching him in its pincered jaw.<br><br>Namir didn’t need to wait for direction; he open fired right into the mouth of the thing caging the pair beneath.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>09-03-2021, 04:57:59</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/QnJOcH3.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Species:</strong></span></span> Harvester</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Number:</strong></span></span>&nbsp; One</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Height:</strong></span></span> 16.5 m </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Length:</strong></span></span> 20.4 m </div><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Orange Team:-</strong></span></span><br><br>Part insect, part annelid, this huge beast is sometimes referred to as a ‘worm neck’. It is known to have something of a ‘malevolent intelligence’ and where there are Harvesters, there are always klixen to be found. Lucky you...<br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Arcus</div><div class="spoiler_body">You rolled… average. That doesn’t really hurt or hinder you in this situation, so feel free to react as you see fit. Sam rolled a 9, so she’s going to be eating dirt. And the Harvester rolled better than all of this so… hurray for it’s 18? </div></div><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rylin</strong> on <strong>09-03-2021, 05:33:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/805608801994670092/813384132997939210/IMG_20210222_184759.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Orange Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Arcus Aurelion &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727099#msg15727099)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Spectre<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> West of landing zone<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Getting Harvested :3<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Orange Team<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Just his fucking luck.<br><br>He caught just a glimpse of the thing as it doubled back around, losing sight of it as it took a plunge towards somewhere. Initially, he breathed out a sigh of relief, thinking that it was probably a native predator searching for prey. They'd be safe as long as they stayed out of its line of sight. But then came the commotion across the comms, and in an instant he leapt into action, climbing up a much higher hill with the help of the boosters beneath his feet. It took him several minutes to even get to the top and see what the thing was, during which time he prayed that the other three wouldn't get crushed beneath the thing's feet. <br><br>Once he got to the top and saw what the thing was though, he felt his stomach sink to unfathomable depths, helpless, just like on Shangxi two decades ago. But he shook his head, reminding himself that he was a fucking <em>Spectre</em>, damnit, and got to work maneuvering his team to safety. He'd seen such a creature only once before, on Tuchanka, but he'd quickly vacated himself from it's hunting grounds very quickly then, not wanting to deal with something called a Harvester. He wasn't given the luxury of fleeing this time around, though. Through frantic fumbling, he managed to level the barrel of his rifle straight into one of the creatures eyes, hopefully still out of sight. <br><br>"Everyone shut up and stay calm. Kandok— don't know if you've ever seen one of these on your home world, but do whatever you can to get it's attention. Headbutt it, chuck a grenade at it, anything. Draw it away from Adams and Sedef. The other two, stop standing around and get to cover. We don't want to fight this thing with four people." He then switched to the other channel, the one connected with the other two teams, and spoke calmly into it. "Red Team and Blue Team, we've run into a Harvester near the westside caves. Trying to disengage now, but we might need some help later. Will keep you updated. Also, keep an eye out for Klixen. This thing must've dropped the bugs everywhere by now."<br><br>Then, with a held breath, he waited until the thing's head came into view of his scope and took a single, powerful shot, attempting to hit it straight in one of its eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>09-03-2021, 05:38:11</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/ywl6JRM.gif)</div><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><strong>*** The EMP storm raging overhead, paired with the bedrock that surrounds the orange team, has made communication via radio nearly impossible. The message never reaches the ears of Red or Blue team. ***</strong></span></div><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>09-03-2021, 05:56:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/76OhMjp.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Orange Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Pictured, with medical bag<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Landing Zone<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Team Rocket...<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Orange Team<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Shut up and stay calm? This coming from the turian who was... wherever the hell he was! He wasn't playing 'try not to get squished' by the legs as long as some buildings. Predicting the movement didn't come easy, and just as Sam tried to rush out the side to open air and freedom, a great wing extended and blocked her path. The only reason the worm neck hadn't tried to snatch her with its teeth was simply because Namir was emptying the rest of his clip down its throat. <strong>"Sam! Hang on!"</strong> It was the first time she had ever felt someone use their biotics on her directly, and as it tingled across her she decided that she was a little jealous. Namir was as gentle as he could be, but he still, essentially, <em>threw</em> her with his biotics. Out from under the cage of its body, out and away from its trampling feet. She tucked her chin to her chest and rolled when she struck the ground. Not over the edge and into the river like what she feared, but into the grasp of a Krogan who she recognized as Kandok.<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">"Oh thank god!"</span><br><br><strong>"You alright, Doc?"</strong><br><br>Sam nodded her head, a bit battered and bruised but nothing that she couldn't handle. The Krogan nodded, then pushed her behind him as he pulled out his shotgun. <strong>"Hey kid! Let me take a swing at it!"</strong><br><br>Namir didn't seem to have a problem with that. Popping a heat-sink, the biotic dashed to the side where he would have more ground to maneuver, opening up the arena for the Krogan who took his cue to butcher a giant monster. The Krogan rushed forward with a battle cry, pulling the trigger of his handy shotgun over and over until it sounded like machine gunfire. The Harvester shrieked, pivoting to face a new threat, and snapped at the Krogan.<br><br>Picking him up in his mouth...<br><br>Then threw him like a sack of potatoes, pinwheeling back towards the caves where he just came from.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rylin</strong> on <strong>09-03-2021, 06:33:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/805608801994670092/813384132997939210/IMG_20210222_184759.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Orange Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Arcus Aurelion &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727099#msg15727099)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Spectre<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> West of landing zone<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Being a badass<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Orange Team<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>His shot hit true; the creature reared back it's ugly head and cried out in agony as a thermal bullet ripped right through one of its four eyes, splattering out a sickly green goo that Arcus could only assume was his blood. The distraction proved enough for Sam to awkwardly barrel roll out from under it's legs— the spectre let out a small sigh of relief. If the doctor was the first to get hit... well, they'd be well and truly fucked.&nbsp; Good thing both Namir and Kandok were proactive and were emptying their rounds into the thing's mouth and chitin, though it seemed to barrel through every single bullet that rained on its large body. Tough bastard. Still safely out of sight, he readied another shot at the Harvester's face, again aiming for another one of its eyes. This time the one under the freshly blinded one, so that it'd have a hard time coordinating it's movements with one side of it's face blinded. A steady breath, one moment to aim, and a bullet whizzed through the air, hitting it's mark right on its eye once more. <br><br>No time to celebrate his marksmanship though, as Kandok, a 700 pound Krogan, got thrown towards the caves like he weighed nothing. "Shit." With their meat shield gone, the rest of the team would be Harvester fodder if they didn't play their cards right. With a boost of his leg, he leapt from atop the hill, de-cloaking his armour mid-air and landing with a hard roll on the ground, switching to his Phaeston assault rifle for close combat. "Kandok, come in!? Are you still alive?" He whipped around to Sam, his voice hard and clear in his seriousness. "Adams, go check on him and see if he's okay." He then turned back to the creature, and starting firing without rest at it, not even bothering to aim as he weaved around the field and drew its attention away from Sam. "Over here, you ugly bug!" he said, not quite comprehending that his voice wouldn't make it through in this atmosphere.<br><br>"Sedef, help me out here!" he yelled, just in time as he popped an incendiary grenade in his hand and chucked it straight into the wide open maw of the Harvester. "Overload the grenade!" he said, just as he ran and slid under the bug to shoot at the bug's (hopefully vulnerable) underbelly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>09-03-2021, 07:25:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/89/0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png/507px-0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Blue Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jay V'doris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727579#msg15727579)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Pilot<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Pictured w/ Matching Helmet<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Reetix, LZ<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Being badass.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Team Asari!<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Everything was fucked, and now it was all just getting worse!&nbsp; She muttered a string of expletives in several languages, human and otherwise, as she popped up from behind her cover just in time to watch the quarian die heroically.&nbsp; Goddamnit, she <em>liked</em>...uh...Coke?&nbsp; No, no...Quaf?&nbsp; No, that wasn't it either.&nbsp; Oh, it didn't fucking matter, what mattered was that he was a very nice young (old? Who the hell could tell with quarians?) man who had nobly sacrificed his life for the good of a teammate.&nbsp; That deserved some damn respect, and fuck those bugs for exploding and blowing him to smithereens!<br><br>There was a <em>lot</em> to process in the span of just a few seconds, but Jay was pretty good at thinking on her feet, which is what prompted her to shout to Luus as she focused a net of blue light around their pet human, hoisting her into the air to start dragging her toward them and away from the bugs.&nbsp; "I got her, throw that motherfucker into the other motherfuckers and kill three motherfuckers with one thingy!"&nbsp; Okay, so they're not all gonna be gems like 'not cool, kro', okay?&nbsp; Also, she might have watched one too many Quentin Tarantino films.&nbsp; The term motherfucker just amused the hell out of her, probably because it just had so many more layers for an asari.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>09-03-2021, 07:37:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/76OhMjp.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Orange Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Pictured, with medical bag<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Landing Zone<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> I shouldn’t have rolled that 1...<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Orange Team<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to see a Krogan tossed through the air as if taking the express route via trebuchet. Like with the sheer size of the harvester, Samantha’s brain had a hard time comprehending what it was she was seeing. She wasn’t combat trained -even if she wasn’t new to those situations, either. Gore, violence, they were just part of the job. But monsters and hostile alien predators? Seeing what accumulated to, nearly, half a ton of muscle being swatted like a fly? No, this wasn’t something she had prepared for.<br><br>Hearing her name had her jumping on the spot. Once again Arcus’ harsh voice came through the radio and Samantha couldn’t help but wonder what the turian sounded like when he was <em>angry</em>. She would need to check on his stress levels when they got back -assuming things didn’t get any worse than they already were.<br><br>And that was the jinx. You never said ‘it can’t get any worse’ or challenge chaos theory in any measure of the word. Samantha was sprinting across the rocky surface towards the Krogan. She could just make out the dark shape of his armor and the glowing light of his visor when the first crack appeared in her line of sight. Not through her helmet, she was relieved to discover, but in the actual ground itself. The krogan’s impact had caused some severe damage to the rock around him. Then that split grew, just as Samantha was putting her foot to the ground. It cracked, it opened like a greedy mouth, and then Samantha and the Krogan both were falling.<br><br>Her shriek was echoed by a grunt of pain, then another from the jolt of impact. In the dark Samantha hit stone and some soft organic material, which ripped and tore under the stress of a flailing human. It sounded like cloth tearing, even as she grasped at its fraying ends to try and slow her descent. For one full second filled with hope, she stopped and hung there, staring up at the opening she had fallen through. The light was faint, debris continued to rain down on her and she could hear the staccato of gunfire overhead. But then the strange webbing she was clinging to pulled away from the stone, and Samantha was falling backward.<br><br>The impact was jarring. It hurt. Kandok was lying just a few feet away from where she sprawled, but Samantha struggled with getting her limbs to listen. <span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">“A-Arcus!”</span> She would have been horrified at the mewl her voice became, but there was enough going on already. <span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">“The ground…”</span> She shook her head, trying to clear it. <span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">“Fuck.”</span><br><br>But she had challenged chaos. Samantha watched as the dark undulated, and something just larger than a horse shuffled into view.<br><br><em>You’ve got to be kidding me…</em><br><br>And then it had her. The baby harvester didn’t have jaws the size of a corvette like the adult, but when it seized her by the leg and jerked her back, she felt it. Felt it rip through her suit, through her flesh, and into muscle. Felt it test the endurance of bone. Kicking it in the face with her other foot only pissed it off, and by the time Samantha realized she didn’t have her pistol any longer the thing grabbed her by the leg once more and began dragging her back into the dark.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>09-03-2021, 08:06:14</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/K1s8Mzs.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><strong>*** The caves targeted for exploration. What was assumed to be a formation naturally hollowed out by ancient waterways is, in actuality, a Harvester's nest. Filled with Klixen, baby harvesters, and various vermin in different stages of development, traversing these caverns is <em>ill advised.</em>&nbsp; There will be a reward from the Council, however, for these coordinates so that the place could be bombed into oblivion. ***</strong></span></div><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>09-03-2021, 08:40:35</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/QnJOcH3.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Species:</strong></span></span> Harvester</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Number:</strong></span></span>&nbsp; One</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Height:</strong></span></span> 16.5 m </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Length:</strong></span></span> 20.4 m </div><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Arcus:-</strong></span></span><br><br>Namir was quick to react; whatever reservations the spectre had towards humans, perhaps this one was creating a more positive light? As soon as the grenade was in place, the mercenary was reaching out with his hand and mimicked pulling back with a jerking motion. The azure light enveloping his arm flared, and his target, the grenade, exploded just as it started to roll back down the long neck of the harvester.<br><br>These creatures were made of tougher things- you had to be when you called Tuchunka home. While it exploded, ripping the soft tissue of its throat and mouth, the single grenade wasn’t enough to put a stop to the creature. Even as the spectre slid beneath its writhing body, shooting into the vulnerable belly, it weaved and wavered and it began to stumble and trip over itself, but it refused to go down just yet…<br><br>Namir relinquished a steady stream of rifle-fire at the throat, sidestepping and rolling to avoid one of its flailing legs… arm? <em>Appendage,</em> he settled on, and decided that whatever it was called, he’d be happy once they stopped moving.<br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Arcus</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Namir rolled a 16, feel free to use him with whatever you need with your response! <br>Harvester rolled a 12, so if you don’t wish to kill the ugly thing you’re welcome to have it try to flee.<br><br>Samantha is being dragged through the tunnels, but she won’t be too far. Just follow the blood trail she left behind. She’s so considerate! <br></div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>09-03-2021, 09:30:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/BibuB9H.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Blue Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Luus Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15725923#msg15725923)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mercenary/Demolitionist Vanguard<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> North of LZ<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Violence!<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Team Turian Tongue<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Luus was gearing up to form a singularity to slow the ugly bugs and rush in before Maxine was set aflame, but Jay's more honed biotic skill proved much more effective for the job, simply hoisting and pulling the human towards her and towards safety. Luus turned his attention immediately on the batarian instead, creating a singularity centered behind him and lifting him into the air, immediately causing his bullets to stray as he tried and failed to fire on Maxine. "Saving him for last."<br><br>With the batarian effectively useless for at least a short time, he turned to set sights on the Klixen, loaded a new thermal clip, and with a call of "Max, focus fire on left!" he had her join him, floating and all, as he unloaded on the leftmost Klixen and silently said an apologetic prayer for Coaf, whose body would not be recoverable after what came next. <br><br>Once the Klixen began to crumple and vibrate, he set a few shots on the other's belly for good measure. Then he turned, set sights on the floating, biotically charged batarian, and launched himself across the battlefield to meet him head on.<br><br>The explosions happened in quick succession. The first two were blood-squelched yet fiery, a chain reaction from one Klixen to the other, and the third reverberated with biotic power as Luus' charge blasted the batarian a good distance before sending him crashing to the ground. <br><br>Luus approached the batarian quickly, kicking his weapon aside and keeping sights aimed on him as he kicked him to check if he was still alive. <br><br>If so, they'd have a hostage to question now and kill later. <br><br>If not, no great loss.<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">"Red team,"</span> he would call into the others on comms as he kept an eye on the batarian, <span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">"and orange if you can hear me. We just encountered a swarm of Klixen alongside these bloodpack bastards. Seven of 'em. Zero now, but Coaf is dead."</span><br><br>It was then that he saw Sam's message, and he cursed as only a turian could: filled with an anger long-suppressed. <span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">"Orange team's fucked too it seems. Needs evac. They're at these coordinates if you didn't get them,"</span> he repeated the coordinates then, knowing that the salarian would remember them easily. <span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">"We're headed their way ASAP."</span> The last bit was as much an announcement to Blue Team as it was the others.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rylin</strong> on <strong>09-03-2021, 14:20:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/805608801994670092/813384132997939210/IMG_20210222_184759.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Orange Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Arcus Aurelion &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727099#msg15727099)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Spectre<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> West of landing zone<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> You're lucky I rolled a 19, then.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Orange Team<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>The lobbed grenade exploded at just the right time, courtesy of the surprisingly impressive biotic human. The plumes of fire, amplified immensely by the static blast that followed soon after, seemed to shred and cauterize the creature's inner epithelium simultaneously. He doubted it would be the end of the Harvester, but from the way it reeled back and tripped over its own many legs, he was confident they were at least making it hurt like a bitch. <br><br>Arcus, of course, saved the compliments for later, as he was quite busy slipping and sliding around underneath the bug. The EMP blast seemed to have affected him as well, as he felt his shields flicker and crack just as he was going in, much to his dismay. Still, he committed to his plans without failure, no matter how dire the consequences might be. The belly seemed to have the least amount of hide and chitin covering it, and each bullet pierced through to the Harvester's internal organs with sickeningly satisfying splashes of its alien blood. Still, it was a daunting task, trying to weave in between each building-sized leg as it frantically tried to crush him underneath. <br><br>And it succeeded, as one wayward leg swiped him a good few metres backwards, landing him squarely on his back, just in time for another to come bearing down on his chest with breakneck speed. He was sure we would've died right there and then, if his state-of-the-art shielding system didn't absorb a vast majority of the impact, and if Namir didn't blast the hammering leg into pieces just moments after. Still, the blow completely knocked the air out of his lungs, his head snapping back against the ground and wheezing as he tried to scramble back on his feet— and get the fuck out of the killing zone that was the Harvester's underside. "Arrgh, fuck," he grunted in pain, holding the now crushed front of his chest plate with one hand and shooting straight into the legs of the creature with the other. <br><br>Thankfully, he now had a solid game plan, and was now rushing towards the creature's tail-end, working in tandem with Namir to obliterate the creature's legs as he made his way. Each injured appendage made the Harvester less stable on the ground, and it started to crumbled face first as the wounds piled up, again threatening to crush Arcus with its weight. Fortunately, he was spared such a horrid fate, and made it out from under it just as it collapsed on the ground. He glanced up, spotting a hole on the creature's behind that he assumed was it's anus, and quickly unpinned and lobbed his three remaining grenades right at it— the asshole would be the most unprotected part, naturally. "Sedef, again!" he shouted as he himself emptied his load right at it's behind, before the arced lighting from Namir's hands lit up the sky, blasting the Harvester's anal cavity and sending Arcus flying right across the scenery, towards the caves. <br><br>For a moment, the whole world was completely blank, and Arcus briefly wondered if he really had died in the blast. What a lame way to die, suicide bombing a Harvester's asshole. The nerve wracking pain in his chest as he wheezed out a laugh confirmed that he was indeed still alive, if barely. He just laid there for a moment, sprawled on the ground, reveling in the silence after the battle— the Harvester would probably be incapacitated by now. Dead, if they were lucky. That'd be quite the feat, if they really did manage to kill one with just essentially two people. Which reminded him that Sam and Drack weren't with them. Just in time, Sam's terrified shriek came through, jolting the Turian out from his lull, and he frantically tapped the comms buttons and said, "Kandok? Adams? Are you there?" Nothing for a moment, only static and a whole lot of commotion, and then Sam's voice again, barely a whimper as she called out his name. "Sam. The ground— the ground what? Sam? Sam!?" He didn't even realize he'd switched to her first name, more concerned with her panicked screams and the fact that Kandok still wasn't responding. <br><br>"Fuck. Fuck. Everything's gone to shit now," be murmured, trying to get back up with a groan, and was helped along by Namir, who appeared beside him looking like he took a swim through green goo, but completely fine otherwise. One of them got through unscraped, at least. "You heard the comms?" The human asked gravely, and the Turian nodded with considerable effort. "Yeah. Sounds like something happened to them. Maybe the ground caved in, I don't know." <br><br>With hobbled steps to gain his footing, he and his only teammate around hurried towards he caves, with both of them trying to reach the red and blue teams, to no avail. "Red Team. Blue Team. We need help on the westside caves, ASAP. We've incapacitated the Harvester for now, but three of us are heavily injured— one might already be dead. Rendezvous on our location when you're able. Co-ordinates attached." Just static. Fuck. <br><br>They soon reached the entrance to the caves, which Arcus soon realised was not a naturally formed cave, but actually a Harvester's nest. Probably where the one from earlier resided. Undoubtedly housing even more Harvester and Klixen inside. And he'd just told the unarmed doctor to go into these very caves. Guilt and worry gripped his throat, but he made no comments as they entered, stopping in their tracks as they found the giant chasm that awaited them. "Looks like we know what happened to the ground," Namir murmured, leaning down onto one knee and shining a flashlight from his suit into the depths below.<br><br>"Look, there's Kandok. Looks like he's been knocked out cold, but I don't think he's dead yet."<br><br>"And there's a trail of blood leading deeper into the caves. Sam." Arcus added with a grave tone, and the two jumped in with a leap, stabilizing their landings with blasts of kinetic force from their boots. The human went to check on the Krogan, while Arcus surveyed the surroundings with the light from his rifle. The walls were uneven and ridded with holes, and shards of rock and earth jutted out from every direction. If he had doubts about this being a Harvester nest before, he certainly wasn't now. <br><br>"He's still alive," Namir said, checking Kandok with meticulous care. Arcus nodded gratefully. "But looks like he's severely injured. A two broken legs and a lot of bleeding, not to mention the internal damage he might have. We need to evacuate him now." <br><br>"We still need to find Dr. Adams," said Arcus gruffly, shining the light onto the trail of blood that dragged into the caves. "You stay here and do whatever you can for him, and try to reach the other two teams. I'm gonna follow the trail and get back Sam." <br><br>If he had any objections, Namir didn't show it, and he got to work tending to Kandok, applying his stock of medi-gel on the unconscious Krogan as Arcus made haste in following Sam's tracks, and whatever it was that dragged her away. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>09-03-2021, 15:39:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/b1/7e/11b17eca52781778f9a8fcecef870983.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Red Team</span></span></div></div><br><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jackiro Indri (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15749809#msg15749809)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Salarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Infiltration Expert, STG<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Black-and-Orange Lightweight-Mesh Salarian Armour (https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/005/336/143/4k/christopher-cao-deepspace-color.jpg?1490292219) with Red Helmet (https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/005/334/407/4k/christopher-cao-salarian-helmet.jpg?1490282300)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Reetix LZ, heading East.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Operation 'Red Rescue.'<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong> Drack, Rue, Sink, <br><br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Despite the warning from Sam popping up in his visor, Jackiro was focused. Salarians were known for their focus on covert ops, and on the hard fought decisions. They favoured surgical strikes, and overwhelming advantages. They worked on absolutes, and certainties. Codes of Conduct? Warcrimes? They meant nothing compared to the clandestine Modus Operandi of War, and its most simple law: Victory meant Survival. <br><br>The Mission needed to succeed, even more so with Blue and Orange Team running into troubles. The Mission was why they were here. The Mission was all important. The Mission, was the most vital thing.<br><br><em>...Inhale...</em><br><br>Thoughts ran through his head as he analysed the battlefield thorugh his visor. Rue was recovering data, and had yet to be seen. Drack was drawing fire and leading the assault. Sinclair was lending automated fire-support; although why the man had wanted to send away his Drone earlier when it possessed impressive Fire-Capabilities made the Salarian question his judgement a little. Finally, Jackiro was here in the optimal firing position, the Salarian Sniper, surgically supporting his squad. His mind raced as he examined the new species, and how it worked itself into a frenzy on the scent of blood. One had been knocked out but the others were reacting to the injured Krogan. He was keen to act when a thought his mind, and suddenly he was forced to move from an active position, into a Comms role. He flicked his Omnitool open and sent out a quick message to his team.<br><br>“Red Team, this is Red Leader. Take the Krogan alive. Repeat, take Krogan alive. New Species not going to be in ComChip database. Only Krogan will be useful intel.”<br><br>He was shaky with his next shot, not able to take the time he'd like. His breathing was thrown off, but Drack would be the only one who had the time to subdue the Krogan, and if Jackiro and Sinclair weren't quick enough, their own Krogan might be overwhelmed. He fired off a shot at one of the remaining Vorcha who weren't eating shit, and recovering from a blow to the head...<br><br>...Which thankfully, struck its mark. It wasn't his cleanest snipe in the world, but considering his quicker-than-average reaction to multiple synapse, he'd take it.<br><br>“Finish mission quickly, then we'll sweep to Red Team and then Orange Team. Prio Exfils will be Pilot Jay, then Doctor Samantha, then Spectre Arcus.” The earlier approach of being a more passive leader were gone. Things were deteriorating, and that was putting Jacki into a position where he would start to make decisions, and be Ruthless, if he had to. His decisions were made purely on the basis of his internal logic: Jay was their pilot, and the one who could get their ship out of this EMP Storm without crashing; Samantha was the premier expert on this Virilogical Disaster in the whole Galaxy, and losing her would set back any attempts to find a cure by months; and Arcus was the Acting Mission Lead. He was a high priority because he was the Head of the Chain of Command, and replacing him would be...problematic.<br><br><em>...Exhale...</em><br><br>Ah, good, his rhythm was back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>09-03-2021, 16:02:33</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/nqI3lby.png)</div><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><strong>*** Luus's report reaches Red Team, with a significant amount of pops and crackles as the storm overhead increases. Those who have had survival training or who have traveled well would know that in situations like these, sending long-ranged messages via omni-tool, rather than through the radio, may have a significant increase in reaching its intended target. ***</strong></span></div><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> GM Note</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Think of it this way; if there is a natural disaster or an emergency, you're supposed to text your loved ones rather than call them. It doesn't clutter up the airwaves, and it's a different form of data that is easier to transmit. And if you don't know, now you know, you know....</div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>09-03-2021, 16:29:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/76OhMjp.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Orange Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong><del> Pictured, with medical bag</del> Pictured, but just add violence.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Landing Zone<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Living nightmare. <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Orange Team<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>There wasn’t much to grab hold of. More of that strange, organic material that ripped like fabric under duress. A few rocks that jutted from the ground; but these were slippery and covered with a strange paste that was the product of the chlorine gas mixing with… secretions of some kind. <em>Don’t think about that.</em> Unlike in the vids, Samantha didn’t have a convenient branch or vine to snag onto, and there were no bones that littered the ground to use as a club. Without any false pretenses, the creature was far stronger than she was and already dragged her deep in the cave, much further than she would have liked to have gone. It was hard to remain upbeat and optimistic when she was pretty certain she had this nightmare before.<br><br>There were sounds coming from behind her. Scrapes, the muffled crackle of the radio sounded in her ear but most of the voice traveling through was a buzz of static. She couldn’t help herself. <span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">“Arcus! Down here!”</span><br><br>The harvester gave her another jerk, half her leg already shoved down its throat like a hungry snake. She could tell that her suit was ruptured by the sudden presence of circulation, a coldness, and heat against her leg, all at the same time. <em>Think of this as a means to better your pamphlets.</em> Samantha kicked with her good leg, rolling onto her side for better leverage. <em>Did you take into account these situations?</em> Her heel popped one of the eyes, sending the harvester thrashing. Then she pushed forward and shoved her leg deeper into its mouth, grateful that it seemed to have discovered a gag reflex and immediately unhinged its jaw and gave her time to pull her leg out.<br><br><em>Suit ruptured, leg unresponsive, high off of adrenaline, and sick with fear.</em> Samantha began scrambling back with her arms and her one good leg, trying not to focus on the pain in her left… everywhere. She had the wit to roll out of the way when the damned bug-thing advanced with an angry shriek. She felt that rumble through her chest, vibrating against her ribs as if to prove to her frantic heart-rate that, yes, you can still hammer faster.<br><br>It was a pathetic attempt, one she knew wouldn’t work. They say that, in a moment of desperation, people were able to lift cars off of loved ones. Her biotics didn’t suddenly develop, there was no rush and tingle of its presence similar to how she felt when Namir used his powers to get her out of harm’s way. All that came to her was the pathetic blue bubble no larger than her palm, popping the moment it began to bulge from her hand. With it came vertigo, and she felt herself lifting as the mouth found her shoulder, bit, lifted…<br><br>And rewarded her with a mini version of the krogan’s trebuchet. She didn’t go far, and the only thing she broke was a few more of those strange organic tarp-things. And maybe a rib. But at least she was far enough away from the hungry bastard that she had time enough for another scream.<br><br>Because <em>that</em> was being productive, and she really had no other idea what to do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rylin</strong> on <strong>09-03-2021, 17:48:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/805608801994670092/813384132997939210/IMG_20210222_184759.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Orange Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Arcus Aurelion &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727099#msg15727099)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Spectre<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Harvester Nest<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Limping around trying to save the doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Sam<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>His legs seemed to work against him, and the weight of his armour became a liability in a darkened cave when its cloaking capabilities and advanced stealth functions were of no use. He also wondered if the disgusting green goo that coated him was sticking to the ground with every step. Such simple annoyances, but every single second lost spelled more danger for Sam, and so he pressed on. The eerie structure of the tunnels, coupled with the soft material that seemed to cover every space of the place made his fringes stand on edge. Every now and then, a scuttle there and a snap here cut through the silence like a sharp place. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched— he probably was, in fact. His finger never left the trigger of the rifle. <br><br>A single line of static garnered his attention, and Arcus quickly leapt into action, deducting that it was Sam through process of elimination. Red and Blue Team were unreachable even when they were out in the open, and Namir had no need to communicate with him just yet, and if he did, it wouldn't be in half-screams. Kandok was half-dead. A loud shriek echoed through the comms, lined with a loud buzz of static. His footsteps echoed against the walls as he broke into a sprint, willing his tired legs to carry him forward, and finally came into view of the ship's stubborn doctor, who had so adamantly claimed that she was fit to join them and wouldn't be a liability to the team, now looking absolutely battered. He would've given her a piece of his mind right there, if he wasn't so concerned with her safety. <br><br>"Sam." Not wasting a moment, he came to a stop in front of her and knelt in front of her, checking to see if she was injured in any places, grimacing when he noticed that her leg had been completely messed up. No way she'd be running now. "Your suit's ruptured," he said, almost an admonishment, and he gently lifted her leg and checked the jagged edges of metal and the bleeding wound inside. He was so preoccupied with her that he failed to notice he still hadn't unidentified the thing that dragged her away in the first place, and only realised when the baby harvester announced it's presence with a screech. <br><br>With a growl, he whipped around to face the creature, moving to place himself squarely in front of the injured woman. "Fucking hell, not another one..." he murmured, opening fire on the Harvester as it leapt from the shadows towards him. What ensued was a dirty, visceral brawl as the bug tackled Arcus to the ground, snapping relentlessly at his face with his sizable jaw, bashing again and again until the glass of his helmet cracked— all the while the Spectre struggled against the many chitinous limbs that was jabbing him all over. <br><br>With all his incendiary grenades gone, he had no real way of dealing with the bug, and so he resorted to brute strength. Reaching for his pistol and shooting a whole clip into its stomach with an angry scream, and rolling on top of it and punching it with his armoured fists over and over and over, until he felt bone crack undeath his fingers, and the Harvester's screeches faded into whimpers and then into silence. He only stopped a good moments after the creature had stopped moving altogether and the floor was painted green with blood. <br><br>With a tired groan, he rolled off the body, staggering to his feet and doubling back to Sam, who was no doubt terrified by the horrid way he had killed the Harvester. "Are... are you okay?" he asked through struggling breaths, retrieving the assault rifle that was knocked out of his hand and reholstering his pistol to prepare for the journey back to the entrance. Before he could talk any further though, further chitters alerted him to the presence of more bugs— this time none other than the Klixen. Young ones, by the looks of it, but no less dangerous in large swarms like this. He counted a dozen, at the very least. Very likely more. <br><br>"I hope you don't mind being carried, doctor." With no time to ask for any kind of permission (not that he would've bothered otherwise), he plucked the woman up by her waist, slung her over his shoulder, and started sprinting back to where Namir and Drack were, taking blind potshots at the swarm behind him as the advanced on the pair. Occasionally, a lucky shot hit one and caused a chain reaction of explosions that thinned out the swarm, but they were far from being deterred in the chase, and Arcus focused more on running rather than fighting, painfully aware that none of the team were in fighting condition now.&nbsp; <br><br>After what felt like hours, he finally came upon the light of the entrance, where Namir was still kneeling beside Kandok. The Klixen we're almost upon him now, and with a final huff of effort, he chucked Sam over to the pair, hoping Namir would catch him with his biotics, and turned back to lay down fire own the wave of Klixen, the explosions of which sent him flying into a wall and slumping down without a sound, completely knocked out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>09-03-2021, 19:49:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/76OhMjp.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Orange Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong><del> Pictured, with medical bag</del> Pictured, but just add violence.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Landing Zone<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Well... that went well.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">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 style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">“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 style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">“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. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>09-03-2021, 20:17:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Red Team</span></span></div></div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Krogan<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Scout/Assassin<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong>20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Krogan Combat Armour Painted in Greens that Match Reetix<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> East of LZ<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Mission<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jacob, Jackiro, Rue<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Drack was prepared to engage the warlord and the other alien in defensive melee combat, manoeuvring so that Jackiro would be able to get a clear shot and take them out while he had them locked in combat with him.&nbsp; He hadn’t anticipated that his grenade would also remove the other krogan’s shield, nor did he anticipate the dumb brute suddenly pausing to chastise his subordinate, opening him up to getting a sniper round right through his knee.&nbsp; A deep sense of annoyance filled the old krogan, even as he rapidly adjusted his plans.&nbsp; Taking out the two in front of him would be much easier now that the warlord was having to crawl to get to him rather than charge, and the other alien looked like a few well-placed rounds would take care of it.&nbsp; Once those two were down, they could sweep the other two, and Rue would be able to get the data in peace, and then hightail it words blue team and make sure their pilot would be alright.<br>&nbsp;<br>Of course, the salarian had to have other ideas, and he wondered if it took a genius to be that stupid.&nbsp; As the other alien was taken down, freeing Drack to ‘subdue’ the warlord, he was still contemplating putting a quick three rounds into his opponent’s head, grab whatever they needed off of his omni-tool and calling it a done deal.&nbsp; His idea of the long-term seemed to be different than Jackiro’s, and he wasn’t inclined to waste time arguing.&nbsp; All of these thoughts were flashing through his mind, and then Luus’s staticky report came in.&nbsp; After listening to it, Drack knew what he needed to do.&nbsp; Charging the crawling krogan, he evaded the warhammer and brought his own heavy weight and a very sturdy armoured boot down on his opponent’s elbow, making sure he heard the sound of it crunching beneath him.<br>&nbsp;<br>With the warlord disabled, Drack began to run towards the two remaining aliens being pinned down by the drone, and doing his best to communicate through his omni-tool at the same time.<br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">“Use omni reliable,”</span> he typed frantically.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">“Luus go shuttle 1st flying to OT faster less time carry living RT meet at shuttle with you.”</span><br>The old krogan sent the message to everyone on the mission.&nbsp; He knew about klixen, and he also knew that where you found klixen, you found harvesters, and if that was the trouble Orange Team had met, they needed reinforcements as soon as possible.&nbsp; Even if they had managed to fend it off, or even kill it, there was the possibility of another one, or just more klixen that hadn’t been taken care of.<br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">“Kill rest fast then go,”</span> he typed to the rest of Red Team.&nbsp; Once he was done, he aimed with his pistol at the aliens and fired at them while he ran.<br><br>If there was going to be more klixen and potentially a harvester, he wasn’t going to waste ammunition on the warlord that could be better served against more hostile threats, nor was he going to waste time bringing the brute along with them.&nbsp; The planet itself could take care of him, and with a blown out knee and broken elbow, it wasn’t as if he was going to be going anywhere quickly.&nbsp; Once the rest of the aliens were dead, Red Team could reach Orange Team and share medi-gel if they were out.&nbsp; And if there was time to spare, they could pick up the warlord before taking off again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rafael</strong> on <strong>09-03-2021, 21:44:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vVQ30ETs3hI/TyGveE5hVLI/AAAAAAAABVM/UFi7ucOBztQ/s1600/Blood_Dragon_Armor_2.png)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Red Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jacob "Sink" Sinclair (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15729522#msg15729522)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Chief Engineer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Hostile Environment Suit Pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Red Team<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Tactically "repositioning"<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong>&nbsp; Red Team, Rue<br><strong></strong><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>For a big shiny object in the sky, Bobby is surprisingly fast to the unaccustomed locals, or merceneries, whatever they are. As one moment its spitting fire from up right, the next moment, just when the creature bobs head back to check where Bobby went, it floats down behind the fanged beast of a humanoid. <strong>"Eat LEAD!"</strong> Bobby's speakers yell as it unleashes another satisfying BRRRRRT but this time, being so close it's volley strikes true, a gory display of severed limbs flying around the battlefield as the second to last of the active hostiles is no longer so very active - or even intact. Bobby's metal frame moving to respond to the last observed moving thing that is not identified as friendly, when a new set of programming is being uploaded.<br><br><strong>"Three down, one to go."</strong> His data input showing a trek of at least 30 minutes to get back if they don't stop to analyze things. This is why he wanted to stay back at the ship. This is exactly why there should always be a pilot left behind. But alas, Program upload 42% and rising, Bobby still executing old plan while waiting for upload. Sink's turn to pick up his pistol and join the fray, not that the two master killers needed any more help to deal with a single hostile, but one never knows when an extra bullet is needed. Besides, they were about to loose a distraction. <strong>"Sending Bobby to assist Orange team, ETA 5 minutes, 31 seconds."</strong> The same is transcribed into omnitext, as adviced by Drack. <br><br>Bobby's programming update completes. The metallic frame seizes its evasive maneuvers, instead it begins to gain altitude and execute the latest set of instructions: Proceed to coordinates and Protect Orange Team. He figured this's Bobby's last hurah either way. It either corroded and malfunctioned on the way - or died defending them. The metallic drone vanishing into the corroded clouds in a ballistic trajectory to Orange's reported location. Bobby's VI soon on its own as the connection becomes too unstable for direct intervention. <strong>"Sending Bobby to assist Orange team, ETA 4 minutes, 20 seconds."</strong> The same is transcribed into omnitext, as adviced by Drack. <br><br><strong>"Do me proud Bobby. Do me proud."</strong> Comms are not on for that one, that was not for the rest of the team. Instead what they might withness is Sink taking posture behind a outcropping of rock, pistol sights pointed towards the unlucky alien about to be crushed by a krogan-salarian commonsplat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>10-03-2021, 18:31:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/76OhMjp.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Orange Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong><del> Pictured, with medical bag</del> Pictured, but just add violence.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Landing Zone<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Got to love science...<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Orange Team<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>No communication. No contact. Samantha became acutely aware of just how dependant she had become on the convenience of technology. With a flick of her hand, she had access to emails and messages and vid-calls, even if she were in the middle of critical surgery. She could consult with an expert, adapt to a previously unknown variable and proceed with more information. When even your omni-tool began to flicker, its connection weak and unstable, something as simple as applying omni-gel --which she helped design and develop to xenobiology-- became a complex algorithm of good luck and good timing. It also made her feel incredibly small and isolated, more aware of the fact that they were on an alien moon far away from home.<br><br>The Krogan was in bad shape, but Kandok’s regenerative abilities helped keep him stabilized. Samantha had moved to him, first, focussing on the details that would be instantly beneficial. With medi-gel already applied by Namir, the pair double-checked their work for any breaches in his suit, piecing together scans to try and form a picture of what he was going through. Shattered ribs, a punctured lung -good thing the remaining three were still holding strong- and a few ruptured organs. She didn’t doubt that he would live if they got him to the medical ward, fast. But there was little they could do to lower his pain or make him numb if he woke up before they got there. Neuroconductive fluids were both a blessing and a curse. There was no way they could move him themselves, nearly half a ton of muscle would have to remain in place until help arrived. <em>Good thing there is another Krogan…</em><br><br>Arcus was still out cold when they ran their second check; or rather, while Samantha was working, doing her best to ignore the rifle being shot at her back as Namir ‘discouraged’ a few of those immature klixen from getting any closer. The patch-job she did on his helmet was sound. Samantha had to make a second repair at his chest plate when diagnostics came back with signs of chlorine. Getting stomped on by a Harvester did a number on his armor, and she wasn’t even certain how they would be getting it off without some powerful tools and a saw blade. Fractured plates, mild burns, his internal organs showed signs of inflammation and distress but there didn’t seem to be any internal bleeding. With Namir’s help, they were able to drag Arcus over beside the Krogan, safely at their flank.<br><br>Namir and Sam sat back to back, a rifle over the mercenary’s lap while his pistol rested in hers. She saw to her own leg while Namir repaired the breach in her suit. Everything below her waist was numb, good for the pain, but not so good if she was expected to walk anywhere. At least the numbness came from the medi-gel, and nothing more alarming.<br><br>She checked her omni-tool again. Even though her visor would have displayed a message, nothing seemed to have popped up on the screen.<br><br><strong>“It’s like waiting for water to boil, isn’t it?”</strong><br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">“They’ll come.”</span><br><br>Namir nodded his head, then took a deep sigh. <strong>“I know.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>10-03-2021, 18:58:23</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210227/ebf025af502b4e306a0724d6881436dc.png)</div><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/LeTKFRA.png)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Species:</strong></span></span> Klixen</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Number:</strong></span></span>&nbsp; ZERO/seven alive</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Height:</strong></span></span> 2.16 m </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Length:</strong></span></span> 1.95 m </div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Krogans:</strong></span></span> Dead </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Batarians:</strong></span></span> 1 (Unconscious) </div><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br>Luus couldn’t have executed that maneuver more perfectly. The bugs exploded without further injury to him or his team, the Batarian was lifted helplessly into the air, and then he proceeded to be knocked out, cold, oblivious to the rest of the world. There was no resistance as the turian kicked away his weapon, even as the turian ensured that there were no other hidden surprises that remained tucked away somewhere. Batarians were known for their harsh but effective tactics. Like the electro-nets they used when capturing new slaves. Luckily enough for this time, the Batarians were too thrown by the klixen to make use of these nets.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Luus</div><div class="spoiler_body">&nbsp; Luus can move, well enough, but he’s going to be feelin’ this fight. Well done, that was a fun scene to read!<br><br>-- Drack’s message reaches Luus. You can read/respond if you see fit to.<br><br>-- You’re about a 30-minute walk from the shuttle if you go that route, and 20 minutes away from the coordinates of Orange team. There is also the Batarian prisoner to consider. Maxine is at full health.<br><br><br></div></div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Jay</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Great thinking with that tactic, I hadn’t expected that!<br><br>--Drack’s message reaches Jay, feel free to read/respond as you see fit.<br><br>-- You’re about a 30-minute walk to the shuttle, if you decide to go there first, and roughly 20 minutes away from the coordinates that Luus extended out to you and the others. Plus, a batarian prisoner who is mostly dead weight. Maxine is at full health.<br><br>-- Jay, as a pilot, might want to investigate the shuttle that the bloodpack used, unless the pull to help the others is more direct. But Flight records could be useful. And hey, if it flies...<br></div></div></div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>10-03-2021, 19:10:42</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/6Tk9XsN.gif)</div><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><strong>*** The message is received, and Bobby the bot turns in the direction it needs to go, adjusting for the terrain and the poor visibility. But just as it starts to speed forward in what is intended to be a heroic deed, Bobby begins to shudder, as if doing its own impression of a Klixen. And then it explodes -because that just seems to be the running theme on this moon.***</strong></span></div><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> GM Note</div><div class="spoiler_body">&nbsp; Bobby rolled a 1. F in chat for Bobby the Bot.<br><br>Jacki is close to the explosion but rolled a 12. No damage taken, but your shields have flickered and showed some minor distress.<br><br>Rue and Drack are too far away.<br><br>Sink takes some light damage and loses his shields from the explosion. Sorry, you rolled a 5!</div></div></div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2021, 23:19:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/501567062359932930/809964595283623966/Screenshot_7.png)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Red Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong>Rume'Zamin nar Folazi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15757488#msg15757488)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Quarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mechanic<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Reinforced Enviro-suit as seen in picture<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Landing Zone with Red Team<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Hack successful <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jackiro| Sink| Drack<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>With the prompt in the form of Sink's flashing expression across his visor, Rue was confident enough to make the mad dash towards the downed ship with only a hint of worry, Bobby's looming form hovering just behind the added bit of protection should she run head first into undiscovered troubles for her recon activity. There was no illusion that despite only <em>barely</em> on a name to name basis with her fellow team mates, Rue trusted her crew's abilities as shown with the suddenness of the battle raging, Drack showing true Krogan colors that many were known for as well as Jackiro the confident rifleman who embodied his role of team leader; it was a far cry from devastating after devastating breaks of communication from the other teams that told of the opposite scale of things.<br><br>All in all it conveyed the need to not only be successful in their briefed mission, but to do so with calculated breath in order to help those downed, the previous well of Rue's bubbling anxiety helping to forge ahead if only to do her part like everyone else was with their lives literally on the line. Skidding to a harsh halt as the quarian rounded the back of the ship and out of sight of the xenos guarding, Rue flipped open her omni tool with purpose, a gloved hand smoothing across an access panel to find it's seam to force open with a creak with obvious disuse and corrosion. " Min quickly plug yourself into the ship's system and download any available information left on it's drive," Rue ushered quietly, her heart beating wildly within her ears as every mounting second brought more of the sounds of fire being shared, along with the wails of madness from their enemies.<br><br>It was only when the sound of Bobby's furious rounds began to sound off to her left did Rue stiffen briefly, the close fire jolting her nervous but she was determined never the less. A free hand holding her own weapon at attention should it be needed, the actual download of information took woefully longer than she expected, much less when a direct sending to their own ship was invalid. <em>* Buzz buzz* Download complete. Bobby is currently in route to aide orange team *buzz buzz* Take caution in reconvening with fellow crew mates *buzz*</em> Min buzzed lowly, allowing Rue to take a breath before she slowly stood to take a good look at her current surroundings while typing out a message for her crew mates.<br><br>-Information download complete, permission to assist in recovery of other teams awaiting orders-<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>11-03-2021, 00:25:31</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210227/72a43b62ce8e93afe520992ffb64eac5.png)</div><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/KKOUNJ6.png)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;(https://i.imgur.com/6WNUrCr.png)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Krogan Battlemaster:-</strong></span>&nbsp; 1 (Incapacitated?)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Vorcha:-</strong></span></span>&nbsp; 0</div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br>Blood, brains, and thicker things spray out from the side of the Vorcha’s head. The red mist splatters against one of the crates as it drops to the ground; perhaps not Jacki’s best shot, but it certainly was efficient and did the job. The last remaining Vorcha seemed to share the same sentiment. As he looked from the bodies of his comrades to the falling debris of an explosive bot, and a charging Krogan further down along the path, the alien decided that he has had quite enough. It dropped its weapon and turned on his heel, bolting down a side-trail that is used on more than one occasion in the past. Before the Krogan could ever hope to reach him, however, he was gone.<br><br>What was left behind were the results of a scattered party. Bodies in various stages of pain were kissing dirt, silence began to settle in with the chlorine fog around all of them, and no more enemies were in sight. With the exception of Sink’s injuries caused by his exploding bot, the rest of the team were relatively unscathed.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Drack</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Nothing to add.<br></div></div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Rue</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Great job on the data harvesting! Rue knows she has something juicy just by a quick scan through the contents, although the full context of this data will need to be handed over to a proper technician (Like Mary-Ann) back on the ship. It’s too risky to tamper with anything on this moon due to that EMP storm overhead.<br></div></div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Jackiro</div><div class="spoiler_body">&nbsp; Jacki deserves a drink. Opponents are down and there is no immediate threat. Here are some possible things to consider, since a lot has happened.<br>-- The crates that were being guarded.<br>-- The fallen Krogan.<br>-- Sam’s text message.<br></div></div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Sink</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Nothing to add.<br></div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>12-03-2021, 22:11:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Red Team</span></span></div></div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Krogan<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Scout/Assassin<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong>20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Krogan Combat Armour Painted in Greens that Match Reetix<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> East of LZ<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Mission<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jacob, Jackiro, Rue<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Drack grunted in disappointment when he saw the alien disappear down a side-trail.&nbsp; He hadn't expected there to be an escape route, even though he really should have.&nbsp; But given how it had thrown down its weapon and ran off, it was unlikely to pose a threat to them all on its lonesome, and the old krogan didn't plan on hanging around for much longer.&nbsp; All nearby threats were neutralized, which meant they didn't need to worry about getting shot in the back any time soon, and Rue had completed her task of getting whatever information was here.&nbsp; As for the downed krogan battlemaster and the crates, those could wait until later.&nbsp; Trying to bring them along would only slow them down, and what they needed right now was speed.&nbsp; It would have been nice if the damn drone hadn't exploded, but he could take it exploding now when all the fighting was over compared to in the middle of a fight where it could have made things a lot more difficult for Red Team.<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">“Good work kid,”</span> Drack typed to Red Team.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">“Now let's go meet up with Blue Team and try to rescue Orange Team.&nbsp; If there are klixen, there might be harvesters, so keep sharp and hope that Orange Team's injuries aren't too severe.”</span><br>While he wasn't afraid of harvesters, he did respect how dangerous they were, and without the drone's machine gun, they were going to have a hard time chasing one off, let alone take one down, with sniper rifles.&nbsp; Drack did have grenades on him, but it was questionable if he had enough on him.<br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">“We can come back for the rest if we have time.”</span><br>With nothing else left to say, the old krogan began to double-time it back to the shuttle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>12-03-2021, 23:48:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/b1/7e/11b17eca52781778f9a8fcecef870983.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Red Team</span></span></div></div><br><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jackiro Indri (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15749809#msg15749809)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Salarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Infiltration Expert, STG<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Black-and-Orange Lightweight-Mesh Salarian Armour (https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/005/336/143/4k/christopher-cao-deepspace-color.jpg?1490292219) with Red Helmet (https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/005/334/407/4k/christopher-cao-salarian-helmet.jpg?1490282300)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Reetix LZ, heading East.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Operation 'Red Rescue.' <em>WARNING</em>, Graphic violence depicted. <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong> Drack, Rue, Sink, <br><br><br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>With the chaos of combat over, Jackiro let out a heavy exhale inside his suit. The pumping heartbeat of his overclocked Salarian body had been playing a drum solo in his ear, but everything had gone off without a hitch. He took a moment to open up Sam's message, confirming what he feared but also confirming they had time. Remembering the walk over, and the relative inability to arrive in a timely manner, the best they could do was ensure a successful third of the mission, and depend on the other teams to succeed. <br><br>Sadly, Drack and Sink disagreed. Sinclair nearly blew himself and the Salarian up with his drone; who had been destined to die with the way that the Engineer had been throwing him about willy-nilly. Drack did his best to take over the team's comms and assume command of the mission, and offered a...hairbrained scheme, at best. It was disquieting, if not for the fact that he should know this was a doomed plan better than most. To think he had the gall to call others on the squad 'kid.' Age did not equate Wisdom, it seems.<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">'Meet at Crates. Discuss next stage. Disregard Drack's orders.'</span><br><br>The Salarian rose from his perch, having text the message on their Omnitools before stowing his rifle. He walked leisurely over to the site of the carnage, disregarding Sink and any sheepishness the man might have for the slight flickering of the Salarian's shield. Instead, he focused on the main event here; their mission. <br><br>He waited for all three of the others on Team Red to gather, before switching to Comms. At this range, the EMP storm should have been easy enough to ignore for a close circuit. “Unfortunate reality; trying to rescue Team Orange or Blue is pointless. Mission comes first, and time is not on side. Will take approximately 40 minutes to reach blue time, and at least 20 more with ship due to circumstances.” He used his Omnitool to beam over the message Sam had sent earlier. “Orange Team compromised to the point they are either steady and hidden, or dead. Focus on Mission, not on gut.”<br><br>Then, moving past the team he approached the Krogan. Withdrawing his pistol, Jackiro had it at the ready in case the Krogan was playing possum. He switched his Helmet to transmit his voice, a slightly electronic vibrato to his tone as he addressed the Warlord. “Understand Krogan regenerative Systems will likely have you walking in about 53 minutes. Arm will likely take a little longer. Only way to stop that is through severing of limb, correct?”<br><br>The Krogan didn't immediately respond; his chest began to rise and fall in quick succession, stopped, and then with an awkward flick of his hand, tuned his own audible on. With a wheezing breath and jaw clenched in pain, his laughed up at the Salarian. "<strong>Eat my quads, you-</strong>" there was a little static across the radio, but his point was made. <br><br>Behind his visor, the Salarian smirked. The Krogan didn't know what he'd signed up for. He walked around the Krogan's prone form, and let his Omniblade flick out to its full length. “Interesting Choice; let me retort with simple offer. Am fully aware of Krogan regenerative capabilities. Assuming you are healthy male of species of course, which is probably over-exaggeration considering role on backwater planet. You cannot be left for pick up later, meaning two possible choices are you walk with us, or you die.” Then, to reiterate his point, the Salarian struck out. With a brutal stab downwards, his Omniblade bit into the smashed elbow had went at with a hammer. A single thrust should have been enough to sever it completely, and then without a glimmer of hesitation he withdrew a Medigel syringe, using it to both patch the suit he'd briefly exposed, as well as stop any of the bleeding. Finally, he took a step back to avoid any lashing out. “Can use this to repair leg. Should cut regeneration time down to about five minutes. You can then walk with us to exfiltration. You will return to ship as Prisoner of war in hands of far less brutal people.”<br><br>He cleared his throat, flicking any of the sizzling gore from his Omniblade. “Alternatively, I repeat severing process on both legs. Leave you to be feasted on by Klixen on planet, or just over-exposure to Chlorine. Both very slow deaths. Choice is yours.”&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br>Trust a Salarian to precision-weild a scalpel, to cut against deeper fears like a cancer. The pain in his arm was one thing; something that could be expressed with thrashing screams while orange and yellow fluids wept out of his wounds prior to the first application of Medigel. But the idea of being left here to rot or <em>worse,</em> reduced to a quivering stump, made the Krogan gulp with reluctance. While short-lived, and almost immediately relieved by the medi-gel, his screams abated as the Krogan began to struggle with catching his breath. He didn’t look convinced that he believed the Salarian. Not the part about dismembering him, the Salarian had already saw to that! But not to leave him here all together. Salarians were crazy. With a slow, wary nod of his head, he lifted his remaining arm to show that it was empty, and he intended on keeping it that way. “<strong>I-I’ll follow. Won’t even say a word, just don’t leave me here.</strong>” <br><br>With a single 'shink' sound, the Omniblade retracted. Jackiro's tone, which had been fairly pleasant and matter of fact even as he dismembered a living creature, didn't shift. If anything, it got an octave more pleasant, like he'd just got to enjoy a brief debate. “Excellent choice. Wish you had made it before answering inquiry with insult.” He walked around and took a solid thirty seconds to go to the Krogan's knee and apply a more accurate and liberal layer of medigel. Once he was confident he'd used up the entire dose, he turned to the rest of his squad.<br><br>“Will take a few minutes to fully recover. Suggest search boxes and ship for any additional context clues or the like. Also, please do not mention name of ship, or mission. Standard protocol.” He left the Krogan to recover briefly, walking over to one of the dead Vorcha. With a complete lack of empathy, he started to pleasantly <em>hum</em> as he cut the shirt off of the creature's back, making it large enough to form a sack. He intended to blindfold their guest, so as to limit any information they had. His butcher's work done, Jackiro looked positively nonplussed.<br><br>...After all, everything was for the success of the mission.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>13-03-2021, 00:32:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/89/0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png/507px-0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Blue Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jay V'doris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727579#msg15727579)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Pilot<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Pictured w/ Matching Helmet<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Reetix, LZ<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Being pansyass.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Team Asari!<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Jay's heart was in her throat, and not in the fun, ultimately harmless, way that she liked.&nbsp; That fight had been a fucking shitshow, and someone on their team was already dead, and the bugs on this godforsaken planet SUCKED.&nbsp; She found herself drawing in heavy, wet breaths as she struggled to stave off tears of mingled grief, relief, and catharsis as Luus took out the last of the threats and all of what had just happened came crashing down on top of her.&nbsp; Max was safe, Luus was okay and she hadn't been so much as looked at funny, but the remains of the quarian she hadn't even really gotten a chance to meet were too much to bear.<br><br>Luckily, there was a handy shuttle she could use to cram down all those icky feelings.&nbsp; With a wary glance at the den the klixen had crawled out of, she stormed across the littered and blasted battleground to the dead guys' relatively unscathed shuttle.&nbsp; She was so charged on adrenaline and nerves, not to mention anger, that she nearly punched the touchpad to raise the door, unconsciously whispering curses under her breath as if it were a mantra designed to calm her down.&nbsp; She hadn't even considered the possibility of more guys being inside, but she lucked out by not having her face blown off as she swung in and settled behind the controls.<br><br>The moment she started pulling up the shuttle's internal data, she felt some of the shakes beginning to ease off, her fingers moving confidently to bring up the flight plan and any recordings that might have been taken, not to mention readings that might indicate the purpose behind the batarian's presence on the planet.&nbsp; This she knew.&nbsp; This she was good at.&nbsp; For all her training, she had very little real-world experience with combat, and had never seen someone die before.&nbsp; She could deal with <em>that</em> later, though, when she wasn't needed anymore and could hide in her room with her shit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>13-03-2021, 02:44:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/BibuB9H.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Blue Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Luus Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15725923#msg15725923)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mercenary/Demolitionist Vanguard<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> North of LZ<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Mourning Blues<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Team Turian Tongue<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>All hostiles were put down, and they even had a captive. Unfortunately, it came at a cost. A grisly, splattered cost, mixing in with the blown out corpses of the klixen. He didn't care to look back at it. Instead he faced forward, eyes on the cause of his team member's death.<br><br>The batarian was unconscious, but how long would that last? And he had no cuffs nor the desire or focus to keep him bound with biotics. It seemed he'd have to break something to keep him subdued. So he crouched down, gripping the batarian's arm tight and preparing to twist with brutal force.<br><br>Then he remembered the nets batarians used to capture their slaves. <br><br>Later, he would report that he remembered too late.<br><br><em>Snap!</em><br><br>He wrenched the batarian's arm in a direction it was not meant to turn, and the resulting breakage was a cathartic sound; as was the knowledge that the bastard would feel it later, a nice start to the interrogation to come. For now, though, he searched him for a electric submission net and once he found it, he bound him up in it, leaving it inactive for the time being. There was no point to shocking an unconscious person after all. If anything it might help wake him up.<br><br>With a grunt, he hefted the batarian onto his shoulders, and the discomfort he felt at the sites of his burn wounds made them severely known. Thank the spirits he had medi-gel to keep him blissfully numb. <br><br>He approached the shuttle, opening its rear doors and tossing the batarian inside, netted up, bruised, and broken. "This thing flight ready?" he asked Jay in a measured voice. He peered at her over the pilot seat, watching and listening for signs of distress. She was skilled, without doubt, but she was green, too. And even if she weren't, seeing an ally die wasn't something you shook off completely. "<em>You</em> flight ready?" Subtle as he tried to be for both their sakes, there was a notable twinge of concern in his voice. "You saved my life back there. Time to save some more, yeah?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>13-03-2021, 22:28:02</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/Fpt09Lj.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Blue Team</strong></span></span></div><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><div style="text-align: left;">It took a few minutes until Luus located the net; a protocol that was programmed into the Batarian’s omnitool. With some tweaks, and countering auto-commands, this pops free without frying anything. The batarian was in no state to argue, even if he was unconscious. It’s a little tricky to bundle the slaver up, but since Luus isn’t concerned for the batarians comfort or overall wellbeing… it was only a slight inconvenience.<br><br>Maxine hopped into the shuttle, but only after doing a sweep of their perimeter to ensure that nothing else was trying to sneak up on any of them. She was a little pale, feeling the same sickly-sweet high as the others but did her best with pushing through it. She wasn’t exactly enthusiastic about the idea of crawling back into a shuttle again, especially with the bumpy ride of their landing on this moon. But getting jostled around in a tin can was better than death-by-explosion-bug. She was hot on Luus’ heels, closing the door behind her.<br><br>Jay would have all the distractions she could have hoped for. Data logs dating back nearly four months were still stored on the ship’s computers, displaying regularly scheduled flights to this moon. These trips weren’t exactly playing out like clockwork, but there is enough of a pattern to make it obvious intention. The shuttle always left at the same coordinates, and while their locations on the moon varied, it was in a 150 km radius of their current positio</div>n. <br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Luus</div><div class="spoiler_body"> For your use as you see fit; Luus has obtained the ability to use the Batarian ‘submission nets’. I’m not going to let you be able to spam them, like in the game (that’s just making things too easy on you!) but let’s say that through your search you’re able to get two full uses out of it.<br>-- The net entangles your target, and deals massive amounts of electric damage. These tools can take down armor fast, and have been known to instantly submit even a rampaging krogan under the right conditions.<br>-- The amount of damage this causes isn’t readily available, Lulus might want to be cautious with it. Or don’t! The decision is up to you. :3<br>-- You can’t ‘gauge’ the power output either. These are literally a "fire and go" device.<br>-- The net around the Batarian, even if you choose not to zap him, won’t count towards your 2 uses. But you <span class="bbc_u">can’t</span> save it to add as a 3rd, either.</div></div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Jay</div><div class="spoiler_body"> How dare you make me feel bad for Jay! :&lt; I already feel bad for rolling shit for dice! :&lt; R.I.P Coaf. You glorious red-shirt, you!<br>-- The terrain to get to Orange Team is a bit tricky, but nothing your bad-ass can’t handle. In these conditions, staying low is the safest option. Shuttles are better equipped to handle hazardous conditions than omnitools are, anyway, and radios work better. You can communicate to the Kalanhai if you wish. You might even note some subtle modifications and advanced shielding upgrades in the shuttle that would give an advantage to these conditions, almost as if this shuttle was custom-designed for traversing the moon.<br>-- The shuttle is flightworthy and other than a few battle-scars, nothing suggests that it would be unsafe to fly. All diagnostics are green. Life support and gravity-modifiers are green. Perhaps the only downside of this shuttle is the slight squeak of the pilot’s chair whenever the vehicle gets jostled around. But someone broke in the seat for you, so it is nice and comfortable!<br>-- All travel data is loud and easily accessible - the previous owner came from Omega, and data suggests that they frequent the astroid-turned-city often… It’s not too much of a stretch to say that this is where they have a base set up. You can download the data without any difficulties, whatever firewall they used wasn’t in place to keep you out.<br>-- There are some recordings if you wish to listen to them. Mostly it’s smooth, Salarian jazz music, a Batarian podcast show glorifying the batarians caste, and a grocery list that just lists ammunition and weapon mods. The Batarian who made the recording seemed to be sparing no expense. </div></div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rafael</strong> on <strong>15-03-2021, 18:54:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vVQ30ETs3hI/TyGveE5hVLI/AAAAAAAABVM/UFi7ucOBztQ/s1600/Blood_Dragon_Armor_2.png)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Red Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jacob "Sink" Sinclair (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15729522#msg15729522)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Chief Engineer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Hostile Environment Suit Pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Red Team<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong>&nbsp; Red Team, Rue<br><strong></strong><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Watching bobby raise up to the sky made him proud, so very proud until it twitched, sparkled, and ignited under a second. The initial shockwave bashing its way straight through his shield emitters and before he even realized what had happened, the shock of pain washes over his body, as a single strand of metal sticks out of his Left leg, having punctured straight through his enviro-suit, and in to the flesh, and potentially deeper.<br><br><strong>"AEEEH!</strong> The engineer yelps out in pain. Sure it wasn't the first time, or the last time, but it definitely was more painful to him on an emotional level. <strong>"Seriously! Why is it always the fleshy bits!"</strong> Particularly since he had so much robotic parts to him... That is when his eyes notice an even bigger part sticking out from his right hand. <strong>"Oh, nevermind." </strong> And his voice muddling down to whimper. Left hand moves to tug out the right hand debris, and yank it out, with a grunt. As the leg one moved as a part of the motion.<br><br>His ego wounded, but arm free and still functioning mostly, he summons an omni blade, and cuts out the sticking bit off the metal piece from his leg, leaving the contents inside. Not a smart move to remove that without opportunities for medical attention. After letting that off, he eanbles omni-tool once more and creates a tech-barrier around the wound, to protect it from the seeping athmosphere. <br><br>Due to this, he missed about everything that was happening since then. <strong>"Red five to red group. Suffered minor injuries, ready to limp back to base."</strong> While his mind is aching as he's trying to find the menu selection for the pain-killer insert option. He never expected that to be required. Muttering inside his helmet just to himself: <strong>"So much for that glorious display, Bobby."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>16-03-2021, 21:07:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/89/0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png/507px-0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Blue Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jay V'doris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727579#msg15727579)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Pilot<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Pictured w/ Matching Helmet<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Reetix, LZ<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Being pansyass.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Team Asari!<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Delving into the data had helped Jay shove all those icky feelings down where they could fester and fuck her over later.&nbsp; Keyword being later.&nbsp; Right now she was needed and thinking about leaving Coaf's blasted body to rot on this stinking planet would only get more people killed.&nbsp; without glancing up from what she was doing, she downloaded all the data off the shuttle's computer via transmission to the Kalanhai, figuring Mary-Ann or one of the others could really comb through later in case she'd missed something in her quick sweep.<br><br>"Yeah, you guys strap in and we'll go to orange team's coords.&nbsp; I'm gonna push this bucket as hard as I can, and if I stay low we should be okay.&nbsp; Just...uh...hold the fuck on."<br><br>Jay buckled herself into the pilot's seat and waited for Luus and Max to settle in, before guiding the shuttle up just enough to reasonably avoid most of the terrain hazards.&nbsp; The trip required all her concentration, something she was deeply grateful for, but unlike her flight in from the ship...she was grim and her eyes were narrowed.&nbsp; She went as fast as she dared, keeping low enough she had to maneuver around the occasional jutting rockface.<br><br>The shuttle rocked and creaked around them, probably drawing more than a few groans from the unconscious batarian as his broken arm was jostled against the ship, but she couldn't bring herself to give a shit about that.&nbsp; As she flew, she opened communication to the Kalanhai and spoke with a distant, almost clipped, tone.&nbsp; "Blue Team en-route to Orange's location in batarian shuttle, if you can contact them, please advise it's us and not to panic or fire.&nbsp; Transmitted the data from the shuttle's computer, will need more focused study, but appears the crew was well-funded and possibly based out of Omega."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>16-03-2021, 23:33:05</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/Fpt09Lj.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Blue Team</strong></span></span></div><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><div style="text-align: left;">“Good to hear from you, Blue. And negative. No word on team Orange or team Red. Lost communication over an hour ago.” Sonon’s voice carried over the radio, the seriousness of his tone appropriate for the mood of the squad he finally managed to get into contact with. On the other end of the line, up high and within the comforts and safety of the Kalanhai, the support team was on full alert and processing the incoming data that was finally streaming through. Among it, and safely delivered, was Jay’s care package; a plethora of data and information that promised to keep the researchers busy for some time. “Locked on to your location. Will track and monitor now that we have eyes on again.”<br><br>Jay’s flight was bumpy, the terrain didn’t allow for a straight shot but between her skills, determination, and a little luck, the asari even managed to shave off a few minutes of their time. What awaited them was a wash of gore; because a beast as large as a Harvester had more innards and blood than two dozen Krogan combined, and the devastation of the fight was a testament to what Orange had gone through. Scorch marks from biotics and grenade alike scarred the earth and dimpled the stone, but the beast that awaited the Blue team was dead and starting to cool. Nothing, yet, had drawn in close enough to start tearing away at the body for its nourishment.<br><br>From their vantage point in the air, there were no signs of the missing team’s immediate location; just the entrance into the caves, a partially collapsed opening near that same entrance, and the buzz of static as comms tried to communicate. Close, but still somehow just out of range.<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>17-03-2021, 05:52:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/501567062359932930/809964595283623966/Screenshot_7.png)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Red Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong>Rume'Zamin nar Folazi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15757488#msg15757488)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Quarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mechanic<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Reinforced Enviro-suit as seen in picture<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Landing Zone with Red Team<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Hack successful <br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jackiro| Sink| Drack<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>Bringing herself to her full height once more the only thought on her mind was to give aide towards the other teams whom seemingly had drawn the petite end of the drinking utensil, having come under attack by various forces that had been deemed to be the worst case scenarios on a mission but clearly had made themselves known. The uncertainty of the unknown of their current statuses was what worried the quarian more than even the danger itself, with only blips of information able to be obtained there was no telling just how rapidly the situation was riding into the decline, which made it all the more needed for red team's reinforcement with the success of their own side mission. Omni-tool held out in front of herself Rue had already taken the first few steps towards the last known ping of coordinates they were known within, Drack's congratulating order seemingly giving the go ahead to do so. Of course in doing so Rue was able to catch the after effects of Bobby's fizzing explosion due to the atmospheric blunders, Sink's comically distressed cry earning a frazzled gasp from the mechanic, but it was difficult to focus on such with the clear opposition message swiftly sent by Jackiro in regards to reconvening near the crates.<br><br>--Should we not--<br><br>Rue only barely typed out on her own onni-tool in defense of seeking out the injured parties of their crew, before clearing the message body with a grimace, finding herself respecting orders given by their team leader although clearly conflicted over the implications. There had already been the light sprinkling of differing forces that was Krogan and Salarian, that while their mission had been indeed successful, clearly there was a power struggle among themselves that Rue could not begin to understand. Shutting her omni-tool's shield once more the quarian rounded the back of the corroded shuttle to find the various sounds she had only heard finally become a clearer picture, the warlord clearly wounded and in pain but had been disarmed to prove little threat to the gathered forces now surrounding him. Standing at attention Rue fund Jackiro's explanation cut and dry in a way that was highly diplomatic in it's delivery-which was expected- but it still did little to quell the amount of gut wrenching worry that continued to bubble in her chest for their fellow crew mates. " Respectfully captain Indri, is there not a chance that both teams can be reached given their current situations?" The quarian stressed with some worry, although she would soon pipe down as the showdown between the salrian and warlord took a far different turn than she expected, the intensity of such certainly an example in which she would not forget anytime soon.<br><br>The brutally perfection of Jackiro's methods of <em>encouraging</em> their prisoner made Rue's stomach turn woefully, the quarian glancing away as the extraction of the omni blade came in contact with the xeno along with a howl. What made the moment that much more powerful was the calculating wave of calmness that seemed to come over Jackiro as he did so with ease, just as content as he had appeared prior the landing zone while humming his enchanting poem; was this the same man? Biting the inside of her cheek she was thankful for the warlord to have given in before Jackiro's methods were made reality in dismembering, healing the xeno to take captive alive just as promised, although now she found herself unable to keep back her comments.<br><br>"Indri sir...such tactics are they necessary for an enemy already down?" Rue mused sheepishly, keeping some distance as she glanced towards the warlord with a wince. It was a battle yes and with every enemy there were measures to take, but surely it didn't need to go so far did it? <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>17-03-2021, 08:02:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/BibuB9H.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Blue Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Luus Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15725923#msg15725923)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mercenary/Demolitionist Vanguard<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> North of LZ<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Rescue Op<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Team Turian Tongue; Message to other teams<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Perfect, they were good to go. At the very least, he was convinced that he didn't have to worry about Jay's headspace, for now.<br><br>Bringing up his omnitool, he sent a message to the other teams. <span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">En route to Orange. Found shuttle. B ther soon.</span><br><br>The ride got bumpy soon after take off, which was not at all helpful with his typing, but it <em>was</em> a relative cake walk compared to their descent to this shitty moon. He wouldn't bother trying to start any conversation. Whether his team took it as a moment of silence or a sorrowful turn was up to them. He just knew there was nothing important to say; and certainly nothing that would change anything.<br><br>Things went bad, Coaf died heroically, the rest lived to tell the tale. Shit happens and all that.<br><br>When they reached the site, Luus grimaced at the remains of the battle that took place, including the dead harvester. As the shuttle lowered to the ground, he quickly checked his weapon and swung his door open. "Gotta be in the caves. Not good." Once the shuttle hit the ground, he all but leapt out, clearing the area with his sights aimed down. Then, he called out, "Jay, on me. We might need your biotics. Maxine, keep the prisoner nice and uncomfortable for me." With those orders given, he would take point, quick and ready, on the approach to the cave entrance and the descent to find their lost allies.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>17-03-2021, 16:27:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Red Team</span></span></div></div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Krogan<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Scout/Assassin<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong>20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Krogan Combat Armour Painted in Greens that Match Reetix<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> East of LZ<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Mission<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jackiro, Luus, Rue, Sink<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>“The other teams are requesting aid and you're abandoning them?”<br>Drack had been able to maintain a relative calm throughout the entire conflict, but he felt his blood begin to boil and a well of energy building up inside of him, all tell-tale signs of incoming battle rage.<br>“You don't know shit about what can happen on the battlefield or in a war!” the old krogan exploded, shouting in Red Team’s comms.&nbsp; “There's no such thing as 'steady and hidden', you're either 'in danger' or 'dead'.&nbsp; I've seen people survive and die because of dumb luck, and sometimes what decides the difference is the people on your team.”<br>He would be the first to admit he didn’t have a personality that made him likable to everyone.&nbsp; Drack knew who he was and what he was about after several centuries of life and he wasn't likely to change any time soon.&nbsp; However, that didn’t make him blind to the most basic principle of teamwork and the importance of morale.&nbsp; There would be no compromising over something like this, not when every experience and gut instinct told him the salarian was a short-sighted fool.<br><br>“There have been squads that survive for hours, days or weeks longer than they should, against all the odds, and they did it because they believed that other squads had their backs, that reinforcements were coming,” Drack growled.&nbsp; History held a lot of examples of soldiers managing to overcome insurmountable odds, and he had experienced it personally enough times not to discount it, especially when he was the one having to face the stubborn bastards.<br>“We're going to have harder missions than this, in even worse conditions, and what determines whether people hold the line or break is the belief they have in each other.&nbsp; There's no guarantee that we'll still be in these teams on the next mission, which means when you, you and you,” the krogan pointed at the salarian, Rue and Sink, “are calling for assistance, you need to believe that I'm going to answer and be there, no matter how dangerous or illogical is.&nbsp; Because even when the brain says it's stupid, the heart still hopes and that's what keeps people fighting on.”<br><br>“If we don't even try to rescue them, on our first mission no less, it means we're not a team, we’re just a group of individuals who need to look after ourselves because we can't trust the others to have our backs when we need it.”<br>He jabbed an angry finger at the salarian's direction, “Arcus's made a mistake and it wasn't putting us on the same team, it was putting you in charge when you don't even understand what a team is!”<br>Drack was gripping his pistol and knife tightly, and it was only because it was designed for krogan use that they didn't break under his rage; it was only when he saw the message from Luus that he felt some of it die down.&nbsp; He still wanted to angrily spit on the ground, instead he settled for just a loud “Bah!” as he shook his head and shifted his focus elsewhere.&nbsp; At least Orange Team would finally receive the help they needed.<br><br>“As for that,” Drack motioned with his knife at the maimed warlord. &nbsp;“That doesn’t happen again.”<br>While he wasn’t shaken by the salarian’s display, the krogan was disgusted by it.&nbsp; By and large, krogans were an aggressive and brutal race, he wouldn’t deny that.&nbsp; But there was no honour to be found in torture, no proof of strength.&nbsp; Torture was the method of cowards or incompetents, and it was hard to decide which was more contemptible.&nbsp; It was good to hear Rue’s objection, it would have been disappointing if she had just silently let it pass.&nbsp; She could have been bolder about it, but it took courage nonetheless and he respected that.&nbsp; As for Sink?&nbsp; Well, he was distracted by the aftermath of his drone exploding, so the krogan wasn’t going to hold it against him for now.<br>“I didn’t take him alive for you to cut apart.&nbsp; Try it again and I’ll put a bullet in his brain, let him die by a warrior’s hand, along with any other prisoner that ends up in your hands,” he declared.<br><br>“Rue, Sink, do whatever it takes to get a message to Sam fast.&nbsp; Boost the strength of your omni-tool or whatever, I don't know how it works.&nbsp; You need to let her know that help is on their way, Orange Team just needs to hold on and stay alive,” he told the other two.&nbsp; On his part, he needed to get in contact with Luus.<br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">“Luus, we’ve cleared hostiles at our location, do you still need our aid?”</span> Drack typed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>17-03-2021, 17:00:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/b1/7e/11b17eca52781778f9a8fcecef870983.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Red Team</span></span></div></div><br><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jackiro Indri (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15749809#msg15749809)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Salarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Infiltration Expert, STG<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Black-and-Orange Lightweight-Mesh Salarian Armour (https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/005/336/143/4k/christopher-cao-deepspace-color.jpg?1490292219) with Red Helmet (https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/005/334/407/4k/christopher-cao-salarian-helmet.jpg?1490282300)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Reetix LZ, heading East.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Operation 'Red Rescue.'<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong> Drack, Rue, Sink, <br><br><br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>The Salarian had not expected things to go smoothly, but that wasn't his problem. He had been given a mission to oversee. He had been elected to the position of team leader, and he was going to see his work done. Rue had been theoretically respectful in her objections, but Drack crossed a line. Watching the Krogan's stubby finger jab in his direction and threaten him. <br><br>So, having finished tending to the Krogan's wounds, he stood up. He walked a few steps closer to Drack, seemingly unflinching in the face of a Krogan's battlerage, and he tilted his head. “Can you fly, Drack?” It was a simple enough message, but one that was punctuated by silence. Of course, Jackiro knew the answer, but it didn't stop him turning to Rue either. “Can you?”<br><br>He turned towards the Warlord, a hand gesturing at the man as he glanced over at Rue. “Can you read Krogan minds?” Back to Drack, he stared, boring a hole into the Krogan's temple with his gaze. “Can you be sure that data from ship and extractable information from Omnitool is everything we'll need?” <br><br>His arms crossed, and his fingers drummed on his elbow; the only signs of annoyance he was showing, as he talked down at those who talked down to him. “We are on important mission. Every action has consequence. Every decision has weight. Krogan might have information on Omnitool stored about employer, but might have visual recollection of face, or auditory recollection of deleted recording. Will you be one to tell family of dying humans that we weren't able to find cure in time because we 'felt bad' about potential source of information, or that it was 'dishonourable' to not treat them to chocolate and handjob? Will you be one to inform family members that we wasted weeks finding name of clue because a dead Krogan got in way of playing hero for other soldiers who knew risk?” Jackiro's hand waved theatrically in obvious annoyance as he looked at both Rue and Drack, keenly aware they probably weren't focused on the bigger picture. There were more lives at stake than those on the Kalanhai, after all. He would remind them of that, and was keenly aware of the equation that had to be made. “Krogan are race that will fight endlessly unless <em>broken.</em> Genophage showed that. You know that better than most, I assume. This was best way to ensure he won't try to kill us, or escape, once regenerated. You also made clear intent to leave him to die, or shoot in head. Glad you are <em>honourable</em> enough to choose that path.” He knew that particular nerve was a dangerous one to touch, but he wasn't going to flinch or retreat. If he needed to, he was prepared to conjure up a digital clone as a distraction for a fight; but it wasn't what he hoped would happen. “If I have to choose approach you deem 'dishonourable' to get information that might expedite curing of hundreds of lives, and stop potential spread to thousands more, I will do it gladly. If you don't like methods, take it up with Arcus. Not here to please you.”<br><br>Sighing into his comms unit, Jackiro found himself looking at the recording Orange team had sent. It was a painful reminder that any conflict was unpredictable. “Intent was to secure prisoner at dropship, then order splitting of team into rescue and holding. Am not here to explain every decision to Ornery gun-for-hire who threatens to crush people's heads under boot on first meeting.” He practically spat out the last line, another indication of growing annoyance. To be called out as a poor team-mate by a man like this... <br><br>“Unlike you; I trust competency of other team mates. Orange team taken down by unsuspecting foes, but sprinting across hostile landscape for hour to their rescue is not only pointless, but suicidal. Is setting ourselves up for same ambush, and to walk into same issues. How do you think Sinclair will do against Harvester? What about Rue? I make hard decisions to ensure survival of my team. Next time you threaten me for doing my job, will show you how stupid a decision that is.” His ego satiated, he let out a big sigh and focused back on Rue. She was the person caught in the middle of all this, after all. “Do as Krogan says. Messages sent out to Blue team more productive, but Orange Team as well. If Blue team has shuttle big enough to extract us, can expedite rescue mission.”<br><br>He turned his back to Drack; the only insult he could think worthy of the man he barely saw as a soldier, let alone a threat. He was as subtle as a brick to the head, after all. Instead, he focused his attention on the maimed Warlord, helping him to his feet and pointing him in the direction they needed to start walking to make it to the initial dropship. Whether or not the others followed, he would complete his mission.<br><br><em>Inhale</em>...<br><br>...<em>Exhale</em>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>17-03-2021, 17:30:37</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/Fpt09Lj.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Blue Team</strong></span></span></div><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><div style="text-align: left;">Maxine stayed behind without complaint, her weapon drawn and at the ready should the batarian wake or any pest consider investigating the scene. Meanwhile, the walk for Jay and Luus was relatively quiet. A stroll along the river might have been relaxing or even romantic; if that river wasn’t pure chlorine. And if their limited view didn’t mostly contain the guts and tangled limbs of a dead harvester still radiating with heat. Nothing jumped out at the pair, and save for a few minor insects that scuttled across their path, they seemed to be left alone.<br><br>But their walk would end short of the entrance of the cave; obstructed by a large, gaping hole larger than their shuttle. The broken ground looked fresh, and if that sign wasn’t telling, then Kandok’s coveted shotgun lying precariously at the edge, was. Approaching the opening encouraged loose rock and dirt to rain down within, but the ground was steady beneath the Blue team’s feet and the threat of creating another collapse was minimal.<br><br>If either one peered down toward the bottom of that cave-in, they’d see that it extended down almost fifty feet. Sam’s red blood trail leads to the left, while the blue blood of the turian, and the orange and yellow of the krogan, fanned out on either side of Kandok himself. He wasn’t moving, and with a little shuffling and rearranging of their vantage point, Arcus’ still form could be seen as well. For the first time in over an hour, their radios linked up again with a soft pop of audio feedback.<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>17-03-2021, 20:55:42</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/ou5YR1Z.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong> Red Team</strong></span></span></div><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br><div style="text-align: left;">The journey back was uneventful. Due to the somewhat familiarity of their surroundings, a better understanding of what could possibly be lurking for them in the fog -and a little more motivation, Red team even managed to make good time with the Salarian’s slow and steady pace. Com. chatter from the other teams remained silent, yet just past the half-way mark a message from Luus managed to make its way through.<br><br>“En route to Orange. Found shuttle. B ther soon.” <br><br>The rest of the trip was just as uneventful, save for the occasional beetle that scampered across the trail as if on some very important business.<br><br>Upon their arrival, the red team would discover that their shuttle remained undisturbed, and once powered on, the shield generators had no problems filtering against the chlorine or the EMP storm over head. And like with the Blue Team, boarding the shuttle amplified their communications, allowing an open comm link directly to the Kalanhai. “Eyes on Shuttle one. Welcome back!” This was echoed by the snap and crack of bubble gum.</div><br><strong>** Timelines are now back in synch! Red Team has reached the shuttle, just as Luus and Jay stepped off from their <del>hot</del> newly acquired ride.</strong><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>18-03-2021, 01:36:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/BibuB9H.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Blue Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Luus Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15725923#msg15725923)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mercenary/Demolitionist Vanguard<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> North of LZ<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Rescue Op<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Team Turian Tongue; Orange Team<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>"Jay," Luus called, his voice notably calm as he looked upon the unmoving bodies below. "Update Red Team, and tell them to get here ASAP. We're going into the harvester's lair." <br><br>He activated his radio then, tuned to Orange's frequency, and spoke. "<strong><em>Orange Team, do you copy? This is Luus and Jay, and Red Team's on the way. Are you all still alive and do you know the way to the exit? Is there a clear path?</em></strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>18-03-2021, 02:18:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/76OhMjp.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Orange Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong><del> Pictured, with medical bag</del> Pictured, just add violence.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Creepy fucking caves<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Friendly voice.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Blue Team<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>The sudden pop and crackle of the radio sent both Samantha and Namir jumping. For a moment, the pair looked around with dread at the possibility of another swarm of klixen to come their way, only to be greeted by Luus’s friendly voice instead. Sam was so overcome with relief she struggled to find her words. The doctor found herself nodding, vigorously, then swallowed to try and push down the lump in her throat when she remembered he wouldn’t be able to see it. <span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">“Y-yes! Yes, we’re down here!”</span><br><br>Namir stood where Sam could not. Tired, aching from his overuse of biotics and being tossed around, he moved with the exuberance that came with renewed hope. As he rushed over to the opening of the cave-in, he had to resist the urge to shout up at the turian’s helmet he saw poking over the edge. <strong>“There are plenty of things down here I wouldn’t recommend dancing with, best to come straight down. We haven’t been able to explore: Arcus and Kandok are out cold, and Sam nearly lost her leg. The bugs have been catchin’ scent of their blood.”</strong><br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">“Kandok needs to get to the Kalanhai immediately. I-If you can reach communications with the ship, Calbix needs to prep for a full medic ward. They need to be ready to start as soon as we get back on board.”</span> Sam licked her lips and breathed through the build-up of anxiety and her own pain. She winced but turned her focus on the tunnels while Namir’s attention was elsewhere. They couldn’t risk another surprise.<br><br><strong>“Do you and Jay have enough juice? I can’t move the krogan myself, I’m reaching burn-out, and we can’t risk dropping him. We could float him up out of here.”</strong> That didn’t get the rest of them out, but it was a start.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>19-03-2021, 20:21:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/89/0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png/507px-0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Blue Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jay V'doris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727579#msg15727579)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Pilot<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Pictured w/ Matching Helmet<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Reetix, LZ<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Being pansyass.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Team Asari!<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Jay wasn't exactly thrilled at the idea of having to go poking around in the half-collapsed cave looking for more potentially dead crew mates, but she sure as hell wasn't going to leave Sam or Arcas to whatever grisly fate they might be suffering, either.&nbsp; Silently begging the universe to just let them be alive, let them be okay, she climbed from the ship after Luus and followed him.<br><br>The horror of the Harvester's steaming corpse washed over her numb mind, eyes skimming away from the gore, only to have it followed shortly by the sight of blood on the ground and one...no two...still forms.&nbsp; Her guts twisted, but she fought off the urge to cry out or rush blindly toward the (<em>bodies</em>) figures, or to follow the red trail in search of Sam.&nbsp; Sweet Sam, who had known just how to get Rue involved in their girl's night drinking, nd hadn't hesitated to do body shots with them.&nbsp; <em>Oh fuck....keep it together, damnit.</em><br><br>She answered Luus' instruction with a mute nod, trying to quell the quivering in her gut and ensure her voice was steady as she tried to patch through to red team.&nbsp; Her voice was a bit too high, but otherwise emotionless and she spoke in clipped sentences.&nbsp; "Blue Team in cave.&nbsp; Visual on Kandok and Arcus, neither moving.&nbsp; Multiple blood trails.&nbsp; Headed deeper into Havester's Lair to search for survi-vivors.&nbsp; Request immediate assistance."&nbsp; Her breath had hitched on the word, eyes lingering on Arcus' form and her mind screaming over the thought of Sam dead, or slowly dying from a suit breach, suffocating and burning and needing them.<br><br><em>Please don't be dead...please don't be dead...please...please...please</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>19-03-2021, 20:50:42</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/nqI3lby.png)</div><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><strong>*** Jay's report crackles and pops as the storm rages on overhead, but fails to obscure her message. With Red Team reaching their shuttle, and with its long-range communications, they can pick up her details in full. "Blue Team in cave.&nbsp; Visual on Kandok and Arcus, neither moving.&nbsp; Multiple blood trails.&nbsp; Headed deeper into Havester's Lair to search for survi-vivors.&nbsp; Request immediate assistance."***</strong><br><br>To fend off static, and to ensure that communication can remain open between all three teams, Maxine uses the shuttle's radio as a sort of hot-spot to link up comm-traffic. </span></div><br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> GM Notes</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Communications between red and blue will be open from here, forward. Signals sent to the Kalanhai will only reach the ship when sent from the shuttles directly due to their strong emitters.</div></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>19-03-2021, 21:21:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/BibuB9H.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Blue Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Luus Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15725923#msg15725923)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mercenary/Demolitionist Vanguard<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> North of LZ<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Rescue Op<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Team Turian Tongue; Orange Team<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><em><strong>"Maxine,"</strong></em> Luus spoke through comms. <em><strong>"Radio the <em>Kalanhai</em> and tell Calbix to prep for a full medical ward."</strong></em> <br><br>He then switched channels back to Orange Team. "<strong><em>To keep you covered, coming straight down's our best bet. Red can help clear the path out when they get here. For now we'll try to lift Kandok out so he doesn't slow us down and get us swarmed. On that note, if you see a klixen--a big bug--skittering towards you while we do this, kill it before it gets close enough to breathe fire or explode on you.</em></strong>"<br><br>With his and Jay's messages all delivered, he turned to the asari and gave her a nod. "I'll give you a head start. You lift the krogan out and set him as far from this cave-in as you can." He would demonstrate what he meant when an aura of blue formed at his arm with a telltale warble and buzz, then he reached his arm down into the cave-in, palm downward, and formed a point of singularity beside Kandok. It expanded soon, larger than his last, and with the krogan's lack of struggle, floated his body into the air.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>20-03-2021, 00:02:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/b1/7e/11b17eca52781778f9a8fcecef870983.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Red Team</span></span></div></div><br><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jackiro Indri (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15749809#msg15749809)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Salarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Infiltration Expert, STG<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Black-and-Orange Lightweight-Mesh Salarian Armour (https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/005/336/143/4k/christopher-cao-deepspace-color.jpg?1490292219) with Red Helmet (https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/005/334/407/4k/christopher-cao-salarian-helmet.jpg?1490282300)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Reetix LZ, heading East.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Operation 'Red Rescue.'<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong> Drack, Rue, Sink, Warlord.<br><br><br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>The walk back to the Shuttle had been a little awkward in its silence. The Salarian could sense the tension from Rue and Drack. He understood why they disapproved of his methodology, but he didn't much care. He knew he was right, and that was enough. Obstinance or not, he was too certain that his way was correct, because his way dealt with the core mission parameters. There was no promise that getitng to Team Orange five minutes earlier at the cost of a prisoner who could have vital information was going to help anything.<br><br>...Still, he would regret losing out on a fellow card shark.<br><br>Instead of dealing with his crew, Jackiro was focusing on the Warlord. Despite being without one of his arms, the Krogan seemed...healthy enough. The Medigel combined with his healing was doing its job, and after ten or so minutes he visibly kept his pistol in his hand, ready to kneecap the Krogan if he ran. He was open to answering questions if they came, but they never did.<br><br>Instead, they arrived at the shuttle before their cohorts, and received the comms that honestly left the Salarian sighing with relief. He wouldn't relish the 'I told you so' moment that came with being told his decision was right; he was mostly glad they hadn't had to sacrifice too many chess pieces. Each loss would hurt the mission. It was a shame they hadn't been able to bring along other key pieces, such as the Justicar, or the second Cabalite Turian. “Rue or Sinclair, please fly shuttle low to ground. Will land as close as possible to Team Orange and provide assistance once Drack and I able to sweet with rifles. Must ensure LZ is safe for potentially injured.” His tone was still even, and unshaken despite the verbal drubbing he'd both given and received. To him, it was water; pushed back into a bottle. He'd deal with it later, hopefully in a constructive way, but probably not. He'd have to ensure his door was Krogan proof when he got back to the Kalanhai; maybe install trip mines in case of explosive entry during sleep...<br><br>"Warlord, please have seat in back opposite me. Will have you in Ship's brig before we even know it." He guided the Krogan to take a seat, buckling him in with the pistol still pointed towards him at every second, in case he made a move.&nbsp; He was deliberate, and meticulous. Surgical in reminding the Krogan that his life was currently in the hands of Jacki, and his very patient trigger finger.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>20-03-2021, 18:53:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/76OhMjp.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Orange Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong><del> Pictured, with medical bag</del> Pictured, just add violence.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Creepy fucking caves<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Krogan express<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Blue Team<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Samantha turned her head, blinking over at Namir with the horrifying realization that, not only do those damn bugs explode, that they breathed fire as well? So far their team’s limited value of luck hadn’t warranted a first-hand experience with that particular feature. Too busy fighting what the other members of their team called ‘harvesters’, Samantha wasn’t exactly enthusiastic about discovering any more nasty surprises. “Great...” She said to herself, voice echoing inside her helmet and not through the comms traffic. “Why not that, too?”<br><br>This left her with the important task of continuing to watch their backs and to keep an eye out for strays. Namir was doing the hard work; with patience and determination, he used his biotics to counter Luus’ singularity, tugging and pulling Kandok’s body so that it didn’t spin like a top or jostle him into the rock wall. He wasn’t enthusiastic about the idea of the poor guy waking up before he could get to the ship, and he wasn’t enthusiastic about the idea of dropping him, either. Sweat beaded on the mercenary’s brow and his breathing grew ragged, but he could pay attention to the building migraine and the grumbling hunger in his stomach later when things were a little less chaotic. <br><br>Sam's tired voice carried over the radio to everyone on open comms. <span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">"Great job, you guys. Arcus... goes up next."</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>21-03-2021, 17:52:26</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/Fpt09Lj.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong> Red Team</strong></span></span></div><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><div style="text-align: left;">Rue shuffled towards the pilot’s seat, grateful for the distraction that driving the shuttle would provide and the distance this would place between her and the rest of the team. The idea of staring at the krogan-with-one-arm any longer than she needed to filled her with no amount of joy and her stomach began to twist as Jacki spoke so friendly and so casually at her back. With a sigh that echoed inside her helmet and not across the comms, she muttered a Quarian’s prayer to the ancestors as her quick hands flicked switches and began the start-up sequence as soon as everyone was aboard. Any later and she would have missed the threat entirely. “Keelah! Hold on!”<br><br>Red team’s shuttle lifted quickly, taking a sharp turn to port, and narrowly avoided another shuttle that had been racing toward them from the direction they had traveled. Through the wall-mounted displays the gang signs of the Bloodpack could be seen painted all over the exterior, just before it clipped against the side of the mountain and spun out of control. Rue didn’t waste any time. While their would-be attackers crashlanded into the mouth of the river of chlorine, sending piss-colored waves washing up and over the shores of the riverbank, their ride remained undamaged and under her full control.<br><br>Maxine’s voice sounded over open channels, speaking to the Kalanhai. "Sonon, pass the word on to the medical team. The Doc wants Calbix on full stand-by, we’ve severely injured on our hands, and they’ll be coming in hot.”<br><br>“Affirmative. Calbix will be on full alert. Be advised: there is activity in your vector. The storm is starting to break away. We’re sensing hostile ships and you may be within range of their sensors. Stay low until final flight pattern to break up your signal against the canyon walls.”<br><br>Good thing Rue had intended to stay low anyway!<br><br>“Blue team, this is Red team. We’ve located our shuttle and are en route. ETA: seven minutes.”<br><br>“Good to hear,” Maxine responded. “Orange team is being extracted as best as we are able. They’re deep in a harvester's nest- anyone got any bright ideas to speed up their extraction, now would be a good time to share to the class before we’re spotted by these asshole Bloodpack mercenaries.”<br></div><br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">GM Notes</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br>Since Bekah is enjoying beautiful mountains, Rum Chata shots and quality vacation time with her family, she has asked me to post for Rue so that the scene doesn't slow down. F in chat for her poor hangover this morning, lol.<br><br>Once Jay has a chance to respond, and when Kandok is pulled from the cave-in, I think that's a reasonable time for Red to physically join up with Blue.</div></div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>21-03-2021, 18:53:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Red Team</span></span></div></div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Krogan<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Scout/Assassin<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong>20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Krogan Combat Armour Painted in Greens that Match Reetix<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> East of LZ<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Mission<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jackiro, Max, Rue, Sink<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Drack slammed a fist down onto the shuttle's hull.<br>“We could have been there already.&nbsp; Now they're going to stuck in the middle of klixen and Blood Pack at half strength at best,” the krogan snarled into Red Team's comms.&nbsp; He had been silent on the way back to the landing zone, anger constantly simmering but never going full boil.&nbsp; While he still had plenty to say to the damn salarian, he knew himself to know that there was the chance that his temper would go out of control and that was not what the other team's needed.&nbsp; So he kept in check, right up until the status report on Orange Team and the request for immediate assistance came in.&nbsp; That started to cloud his vision with red, and when he looked at the captured krogan and the salarian, he started to see them as the potential killers of his fellow teammates.&nbsp; Seven minutes. If the salarian hadn't insisted on bringing the warlord along, if they had been able to move faster, they could have reached Orange Team by now.&nbsp; But the salarian wanted to gamble with Arcus and Kandok's lives on the off chance the warlord knew something.&nbsp; Now it was a tense race to see who could reach who first and if they could hold off any hostiles while they did their rescue work.<br><br>“Max, you have any explosives on you?” Drack asked her. &nbsp;“Grenades, mines, anything like that?&nbsp; If the cave is big and sturdy enough and you have free hands, you want to booby trap potential routes klixen can take to you without bringing down the cave on your head.&nbsp; Klixen are slow, but if Jay and Luus can slow the ones in the lead further, you can cluster them up together and then blow up the one in the middle, maybe set off a chain reaction.”<br>The Blood Pack were trickier.&nbsp; They were still pretty simple when it came to tactics, but they were also sturdy and brutal and that was its own problem.<br>“As for the Blood Pack, use the terrain and be smart, make use of traps.&nbsp; Don't be a hero, don't take stupid risks, but don't try to be too clever either.&nbsp; Enough brute force can beat out clever and they're very good at brute force.”<br>Sometimes stupid bravery was an asset and the Blood Pack had a monopoly on it.<br><br>Without knowing anything further, like the layout and how many were coming in, he couldn't offer up anything more.&nbsp; Though there was one thing that popped into his head.<br>Drack looked to the salarian, “Did you make sure to check our prisoner had his comms disabled and can't message the rest of the Blood Pack?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>21-03-2021, 20:31:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/b1/7e/11b17eca52781778f9a8fcecef870983.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Red Team</span></span></div></div><br><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jackiro Indri (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15749809#msg15749809)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Salarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Infiltration Expert, STG<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Black-and-Orange Lightweight-Mesh Salarian Armour (https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/005/336/143/4k/christopher-cao-deepspace-color.jpg?1490292219) with Red Helmet (https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/005/334/407/4k/christopher-cao-salarian-helmet.jpg?1490282300)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Reetix LZ, heading East.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Operation 'Red Rescue.'<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong> Drack, Rue, Sink. Sonon, Mary-Ann [Mentioned]<br><br><br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>It was...frustrating to pretend everything was fine. It was aggravating to be forced to turn the other cheek as his team made it clear they were opposed to his decision making. Drack, in particular, made no effort to hide his disdain. Jorgal was the one leading the hateful march to the ship, and Jorgal was the one who pounded the side of the ship in faux outrage. Despite his posturing, he had a shard of proof...he also had the naïve belief that everyone else on this mission wasn't in some form equally equipped to succeed. Maxine, the weapon's expert, surely knew how to set up a safe and useful explosive cordon. Surely he also knew that fighting was not the solution with Klixen? One errant shot, and the bugs would detonate; alerting a hive full of attackers, as well as potential harvesters. <br><br>Drack was focused on trying to tell Maxine how to do her job, meanwhile Jackiro patched his comms into the Open feed and offered a suggestion not to the busy Ground Team, but the Kalanhai's own operatives. “<span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><em>Operative Sonon. Suggest scrambling Blood Pack forces with distress beacon on distant part of planet. Falsify ping at location of Red Team's target, perhaps? Perhaps create Blood Pack distress signal, or that of wealthy merchant? Could be work for Blonde Human-Hacker-Woman. Anything to buy minutes for silent exfil.</em></span>” His suggestion made, Jackiro then turned to Drack, who had questioned him on the most basic possible precaution like he was a rank amateur. He wouldn't have minded, if it wasn't for the Krogan's constant attempts to undermine him bringing him to a boiling point.<br><br>“Krogan's Omnitool broken. Attempted to jack into it on way here. Seems to have been damaged before skirmish. Speedy recovery of data would have been impossible if we had taken alternative route and terminated prisoner. Trust in Blue team and Orange team to hold own weight. Suggest you try it, instead of telling capable officer how to do her job.” The last word was a jab, but he didn't much care. Drack had tested his nerve too much for him to smile and pretend everything was fine. He still had his pistol in hand, near the Prisoner's leg, but it would be far quicker for him to bring it up to Drack's gut than it would be for Drack to charge him down in rage. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rafael</strong> on <strong>21-03-2021, 22:59:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vVQ30ETs3hI/TyGveE5hVLI/AAAAAAAABVM/UFi7ucOBztQ/s1600/Blood_Dragon_Armor_2.png)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Red Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jacob "Sink" Sinclair (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15729522#msg15729522)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Chief Engineer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Hostile Environment Suit Pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Red Team<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Timely awakening<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong>&nbsp; Red Team, Rue<br><strong></strong><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>The little wound on his leg, turned out to get bigger with every step, especially since he didn't have the courage to start pulling out metal shards from his legs without immediate medical attention at the ready. Sure, he could patch it up with medigel, but he - to be honest- doesn't trust it. Not when he can avoid using it. It feels too easy, to convenient to be effective. Which is funny because he jumped on that omni-tool craze even before humanity had discovered them. Thank you Shanxi invaders for that.<br><br>Jolt of pain in the leg tears Jacob out of his reminiscing, suddenly realizing he is already in the shuttle, having missed every bit of conversation. Sitting next to Rue in the cockpit on the secondary pilot seat, eyes staring into the control display emitted before him. He had been doing something, but now, he does not remember. Last memory was him walking, in the mist of Aphras. With data on the cyber-eye retina stating something about ship functions that don't make any sense without the context. <br><br>Still en route, he deduces from the part where they're still flying and heading over. Eye darts from readout to readout, hearing conversation over the comms. Salarian is still talking, so he's still in charge and not killed by a krogan. He flicks a hand, opening up a new data entry. Everything seems to be running smoothly, shuttle is in good enough shape. <br><br>He debates with himself whether he should open up about his sudden blackout mid mission. Glance to side. Rue can pilot. So that's taken care of. Drack is still alive, as evident by his large frame just in the corner of his eye. So they have lifting power to carry people. <br><br>He could call in and warn them.... Warn them he might be suffering from concu- No. Do not. You are not this weak. You need to bite it down and wait for the ship. Check yourself in the medbay, and get checked out. until that you're going to bite it in, and do what needs to be done. <br><br>So, faking it then it is. He could not allow himself be a burden. Not again. <br><br>Hand reaches up to press on the comm button.<br><br>"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Aphras safari. The local temperature is 31 degrees with a visibility of 100 meters. Thank you for flying Air Quahumanian United, and hope to see you again!" <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>21-03-2021, 23:12:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/89/0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png/507px-0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Blue Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jay V'doris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727579#msg15727579)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Pilot<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Pictured w/ Matching Helmet<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Reetix, LZ<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Being pansyass.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Team Asari!<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>She wasn't going to cry.&nbsp; Luus needed her, Sam needed her, Arcus needed her...if she lost it now, she'd be a liability, and wouldn't be able to look herself in the face ever again.&nbsp; So, she drew in a deep, trembling breath and steeled herself to focus all her mental energy on taking control of Luus's singularity, her hand rising and acquiring a lilac glow.&nbsp; She drew Kandok into her web of control and turned on the ball of one foot, floating him slowly through the air as she walked him away from the cave-in, settling him as far from it as she could.&nbsp; Tucking him safely up against the side of the cavern within sight, but far closer to the entrance, she moved in close to bend and check his suit for breaches.<br><br>Applying medi-gel if necessary, or any patches that may be needed, calmed her mind slightly.&nbsp; At least he was alive.&nbsp; They all were.&nbsp; That was the main thing.&nbsp; Every else was alive, and they were going to get them out and in a few days this would all be like some bad dream.<br><br>"Okay...what next?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>22-03-2021, 17:31:05</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/5KOJfN1.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Red team’s shuttle slowed for decent, but only after Rue took it around the perimeter to give the rest of the team a sky-high view of what they would be working with. Jackiro was intending to sweep the area, after all, and this way they could get a clearer picture of the terrain within the hazy atmosphere. No signs of Bloodpack or klixen, as limited as their visual range was, but neither did anything show up on their radar. Just the remainder of their party, the stolen shuttle, the massive corpse of the harvester, and a giant hole in the ground. Jay and Luus both were working as a synchronized team below, pulling the unconscious Kandok out and laying him down on the ground again. He was awfully still for a krogan.<br><br>The doors flew open the very moment they landed; the quarian didn’t even turn the engines off, in case they had need of a quick getaway.<br><br>Maxine hadn’t left her post at the borrowed shuttle, still armed with her favorite rifle, still guarding the batarian who showed signs of waking. She had the foresight to put a bag over his head to cover his four eyes and gave the rope-work of Luus’ netting a thorough check just to be safe. But she also had an overwhelming urge to crack the butt of her rifle across its face, just to ensure the damn bastard stayed down. She didn’t want any more distractions and didn’t enjoy playing guard duty. Even if she understood the rationale and clear thinking behind the arrangement.<br><br>As Red team began to leave their shuttle the armory chief called out to the others on open comms. “Red team is on the ground. The calvary’s calvary has arrived.”<br><br>Samantha’s voice followed next with relief and further instruction. <span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">“Drack, get Kandok onto the shuttle. Don’t… toss him over your shoulder, drag him if you have to.”</span> Other than the lethargic slur of her words, she was leaving no room for debate. Kandok weighed in at nearly a thousand pounds, and she didn’t have any way of checking on the biotics of the others. Namir, for instance, was weaving on his feet, past the point of exhaustion but pushing through it despite everything. She didn’t doubt his implant was burning hot in his head. She just hoped he would have enough in reserve to get back to the shuttles.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>22-03-2021, 17:50:46</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/hAlH588.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Sonon, still tucked safely away upon the Kalanhai, cooed in amused delight at the suggestion of Jackiro’s plan. He may not be a fan of having pranks pulled on him, but against the Bloodpack it was a lot more fun. His long fingers flew across the keys and screens popping up before him, setting up the plan for easy execution. “Clever!” The salarian popped his bubblegum into the mic. “Storm breaking. Will create signal to launch on your cue. Will take approximately seven seconds to go live.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>23-03-2021, 02:38:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/b1/7e/11b17eca52781778f9a8fcecef870983.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Red Team</span></span></div></div><br><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jackiro Indri (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15749809#msg15749809)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Salarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Infiltration Expert, STG<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Black-and-Orange Lightweight-Mesh Salarian Armour (https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/005/336/143/4k/christopher-cao-deepspace-color.jpg?1490292219) with Red Helmet (https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/005/334/407/4k/christopher-cao-salarian-helmet.jpg?1490282300)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Reetix LZ, heading East.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Operation 'Red Rescue.'<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong> Drack, Rue, Sink. Sonon, Maxine, Kandok [M], Jay , Luus, Arcus [M], Sam <br><br><hr><hr><br>Things were moving quickly, and the speed of it all suited Jackiro just fine. His Salarian mind whirred with constant computation; interacting with variables as they finally landed. Sinclair's over-exuberance was frustrating, but quirky. He was trying to lighten a dark mood, and there was value to that. Sonon replied agreeing to itterate on his plan, and he patched through a simple message. “<em><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Understood. Next message sent will be for application.</span></em>”<br><br>That left...everything else. Jackiro knew what he was, and knew that he had limited value in this situation. He lacked biotics and physical ability, which meant his best use would be on the ship and as a delegator. No doubt that would irk the Krogan, whose strength was vital, so instead he decided a little diplomatic sacrifice was in order. He patched himself through to the general comms, aware that it might sound a touch imperious to the already frustrated, but knowing he was the man with the clearest head going. He walked off of the ship, his pistol never away from his hand, and the Krogan cowed enough that he could glance in on the stolen shuttle and see Maxine, guarding a Batarian. He smiled at seeing another prisoner. That would be useful for interrogation.<br><br>Once he had done a brief tour, he began to talk to the group. It was time to show some quality beyond 'calculating'. “Samantha expert on medical evacuation. Suggest following advice. If Namir reaching point of exhaustion, best to send team in manually. Maxine, will take Batarian off hand and deliver onto main ship. Request we let Jay take reprieve on ship once Kandok secure, cannot afford only pilot skilled enough for exfiltration to be exhausted by Biotic exertion. Maxine, Drack, and Luus lead remaining rescue efforts in whatever way available. Sink and Rue able to provide assistance if needed, but low-tech solution likely best bet. Will guard Prisoners, and give Jay time to rest.”<br><br>He glanced over at the broken Harvester. The corpse of the large beast impressive, if not a sign of the chaos Orange team had dealt with. “Likely not wanted feedback, but Orange Team's ability to survive Harvester attack at all increadible showing of skill. Doubt Red Team would have succeeded.” It was a statement of fact, more than any insult to himself, Sink, Rue, or Drack. They had completed an ambush to perfection, but it is hard to ambush such a powerful monstrosity like the Harvester and the Klixen swarms. “Now lets get you home to tell tale.”<br><br>With that, he waited Maxine delivering the Batarian to the shuttle, and then would simply take a seat guarding them both. This was not his place to shine.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>23-03-2021, 08:31:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/BibuB9H.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Blue Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Luus Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15725923#msg15725923)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mercenary/Demolitionist Vanguard<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> North of LZ<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Rescue Op<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> All<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Luus heard all that was being said and, after some thought and the reassurance of setting Kandok on the surface ground, he looked at Jay and said, "you do have our shuttle to prep. You've done enough on the foot soldier side a'things. Good work." Then, he signaled for Maxine to swap places with Jackiro and to, in turn, take Jay's place. Maxine would be carrying Sam and he Arcus. <br><br>As he waited for the shuffling around to occur and for Drack to carry Kandok, he would call on comms to red team. <span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><strong>"Those on Red Team who're available, breach the mouth of the cavern and ensure we have a clear path out. Distract. Kill. Whatever you'll have to do, but keep a distance. The klixen can breathe fire and explode on death."</strong></span> <br><br>With that all said, he prepared to--on Maxine's arrival--leap into a long fall leading to the singularity he'd created, float for a moment, then land inside the tunnels. Softly, thanks to his biotics and the moon's lower gravity. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rafael</strong> on <strong>23-03-2021, 16:13:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vVQ30ETs3hI/TyGveE5hVLI/AAAAAAAABVM/UFi7ucOBztQ/s1600/Blood_Dragon_Armor_2.png)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Red Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jacob "Sink" Sinclair (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15729522#msg15729522)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Chief Engineer<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Hostile Environment Suit Pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Harvester hive entrance<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Engineering shenanigans<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Surface, Sonon.<br><strong></strong><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br><strong>"Good flying, Rue." </strong> Sink commends as the landing is done, and he breathes a bit, getting up and ready to leave the cockpit. <strong>"Stay on the chair, just in case."</strong> Before hustling out of the cockpit, his leg aching, as he shuffles after the two better faring mercenaries, who had already taken to joining the rescue effort. Except Jacki was coming back. <br><br><strong>"Appreciate the vote of confidence, Red leader."</strong> Giving the Salarian a thumbs up, before limping out of the shuttle. <strong>"I'll try and blow up some enemy stuff for a change. Maybe then I'll earn your trust."</strong> While he intended it to come out as cheery banter, disappointment shines through it. Mostly due to the part that -all- of the damage their team took in this battle was from his own darn drone. That does eat an engineer from inside. A lot. <br><br><strong>"I'll decline from descending, but I do have a plan in mind to assist on the next step. I'll keep you updated."</strong> While he limps to the enemy shuttle, omni-tool flaring up. <strong>"Time to get busy"</strong> In a manner of minutes he has dug in, implanted himself semi-literally to the shuttle systems and created a connection surface on to it. <br><br><strong>"Sink to Sonon. You hearing me? Tune in to channel 54.15, you should be receiving a direct contact to the local shuttle bypassing the firewalls. I want you to steal its IFF credentials, in case they spot you up there."</strong> He knew they can't hide their ship if any of their shuttles or other vessels even glance at their way. But now, they had genuine local credentials to flash at them to avoid suspicion until they jump out of the system. <strong>"And when you're done with that, give the baby a random identity. I'll have her flying off to a distracting direction, give them something to chase."</strong> <br><br>That was the point where he could upload autopilot software on to the shuttle, and have the thing fly away when the time comes, give it a copy of Bobby's ducking VI, and hopefully any pursuers will chase after that while they make their escape back to Kalanhai. Easy, peacy, lemon squezy.<br><br>Then, finally, he can drag himself back to their own shuttle, plop his plated butt down on the seat next to Jacki and sigh. <strong>"I'm going to need a stiff drink and a bevy of old timey vids after this." </strong> His diversion shuttle only waiting for the time when either enemies are near. His leg pain isn't helping one bit. He can't wait to get to the darn medbay.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>23-03-2021, 17:11:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Red Team</span></span></div></div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Krogan<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Scout/Assassin<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong>20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Krogan Combat Armour Painted in Greens that Match Reetix<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> East of LZ<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Mission<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jackiro, Max, Rue, Sink<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Once the salarian confirmed the warlord’s omni-tool wouldn’t be an issue, Drack tuned him out and didn’t listen to the rest of his words.&nbsp; Instead, he focused on more important matters, like preparing himself for a hot LZ in case Blood Pack managed to get there before Red Team did.&nbsp; The knife was stowed away, he didn’t want to be carelessly brandishing a bladed weapon in a narrow space in case things got bumpy, but the pistol was still in his hand, though his finger was resting on the side and not over the trigger, gun safety and bumpy rides after all.&nbsp; He was cognizant of how the salarian was holding his pistol, but it only made him want to laugh with contempt.&nbsp; The coward was frightened over his own imaginations, there was no way Drack would endanger the lives of Rue, Sink and the rest of their team by starting a fight in the shuttle.&nbsp; Really, it said more about the salarian than it did him.<br>&nbsp;<br>The flight was tense, and the closer they got to Blue and Orange, the more unbearable sitting still became.&nbsp; He wanted to <em>DO</em> something, not be stuck endlessly waiting for something to happen.&nbsp; When the shuttle thumped down, the krogan barreled out of the shuttle once they were cleared to get off, ready for a fight.&nbsp; What he wasn’t ready for was the silent still form of Kandok resting on the ground.&nbsp; Hot, burning rage turned into a cold and icy.&nbsp; Still anger, just different.&nbsp; He didn’t even wait for the salarian’s orders: once Sam’s voice reached him, he started to move.<br>“Copy that,” he replied back, walking up to the fallen krogan.&nbsp; From his gear, he took out a thermal blanket, krogan sized, and laid down on the ground before carefully hefting the heavy teammate up and gently sliding him on.&nbsp; Then, grabbing the corners of the blanket, he slowly dragged Kandok towards the shuttle, his anger giving him the strength to do so, and navigated the ramp as delicately as possible so that he didn’t make anything worse.<br>&nbsp;<br>Once that was done, Drack returned to the rest of the group by the large hole.<br>&nbsp;“I’ll find you a good path soon,” he stated gruffly over the comms as he made his way to the cave entrance.&nbsp; This wasn’t the first time he had to deal with klixen.&nbsp; Not the first time he had to deal with them off Tuchanka either.<br>&nbsp;“I have experience with klixen and harvester tunnels.&nbsp; Should be able to use their tracks to get a sense of the layout and find the shortest path to the others inside.&nbsp; Or just avoid the most common of their runs so we don’t have to fight any there and back.”<br>The pressure of the situation to get to his allies as quickly as possible without drawing any danger to them was doing a good job of keeping his anger contained and his mind focused.<br>&nbsp;“Also have some rope on me,” the krogan added.&nbsp; &nbsp;“We can tie people onto our backs, keep our hands free.&nbsp; We can tie two onto mine if one of them is Sam.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>23-03-2021, 21:43:29</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/5KOJfN1.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Maxine was more than ready to swap out with the salarian. She gave a grateful grunt of acknowledgment for his willingness to take on her role as prisoner ‘watchdog’, and jogged across the alien landscape to reach Luus’ side. With her rifle strapped at her back to keep her hands free for the descent, she waited for the turian to land before she followed after. By making use of the shock boosters in her boots, the woman landed with a heavy drop and a tuck and roll of her shoulders to displace momentum. With ease she was back on her feet, surveying their surroundings, and made a scoffing sound into the open mics. “This place is disgusting.”<br><br>Dead bugs were piled up along the length of the tunnel where Sam’s blood trail had led down. The number of corpses that had piled up there was further proof that the team hadn’t had it easy, even after escaping the second harvester. Namir and Maxine both waited to ensure Luus had a good hold on Arcus, followed by some gentle guidance from Sam, <span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">“His helmet is cracked, keep an eye on that seal.”</span> Then it was her turn to be lifted up by the very capable Maxine, and a well-armed Namir ready and available to guard them should anything try to get in their way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>24-03-2021, 07:49:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/BibuB9H.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Blue Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Luus Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15725923#msg15725923)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Mercenary/Demolitionist Vanguard<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As shown<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> North of LZ<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Rescue Op<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> All<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">"We'll be countin' on you,"</span></strong> Luus said over comms to Drack and whoever else was clearing the path. It really meant 'don't fuck up.'<br><br>Leaping down, he kept the singularity up just long enough for Maxine's velocity to lessen. Then, both landed. Him in a crouch, with a heavy thud brought on by his weighty armor, and her with a tuck and roll. Standing, he took her comment into account and had to agree. "Never thought I'd have to see klixen shit, let alone be surrounded by it. 'Least I can't smell it." <br><br>He moved to pick up Arcus then, hefting his fellow turian across his shoulders and reaching for his sidearm to help keep the group covered. "Eye on the seal, got it," he responded to Sam, before adding. "Good kills on the harvesters, people. And these other fucking bugs." The address was for all of Orange Team, though only two were conscious to hear it. No deaths either. At least so far.&nbsp; He wished he could say the same.<br><br>"Let's move. Namir, take point, I'll be right behind you. Sam, eyes on our six as we move." And with those orders given, he clapped Namir on the shoulder to signal that it was time to get moving.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>26-03-2021, 04:47:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/89/0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png/507px-0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Blue Team</span></span></div></div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jay V'doris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727579#msg15727579)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Pilot<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> 20th December, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Pictured w/ Matching Helmet<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Reetix, LZ<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Being a coward.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Team Asari!<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Jay tried to pretend like a huge wave of relief hadn't washed over her when Luus ordered her back to the shuttle, but she couldn't seem to keep her knees from wobbling as she turned to head toward the mouth of the cave.&nbsp; She sucked in slow, steady breaths to stave off the pinpricks of darkness that threatened to grow and drop her to her knees before she could even cross the short distance to the Batarian ship.&nbsp; Now was <em>not</em> the fucking time, damnit.<br><br>The arrival of the others and the sight of the Salarian moving to relieve Max helped, somehow, as if Jacki's air of self-assurance could be leached into herself as she joined him in the shuttle and moved to drop into the pilot's seat.&nbsp; Okay, she was sitting now...that was better.&nbsp; Everyone was alive, and Sam would make sure the rest of them stayed that way.&nbsp; She wouldn't have to see anyone else's guts being splattered all over the surface of the godforsaken hellscape.&nbsp; The image of Coaf's blasted body rose in her mind and she swallowed a whine, forcing her attention to the work she needed to do to prepare to fly the thing back up through the blasted atmo.<br><br>As usual, the cool, logical internals of the ships' computer and the predictable routine of her pre-flight preparations gave her respite from the tempest within, settling her thoughts and grounding her in logic, as opposed to the chaos of her emotions.&nbsp; As she worked, she finally spoke up, addressing the Salarian on the ship with a distant tone.&nbsp; "There wasn't enough left of Coaf to bring back with us...how do we tell his people?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>26-03-2021, 17:32:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/b1/7e/11b17eca52781778f9a8fcecef870983.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Red Team</span></span></div></div><br><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Jackiro Indri (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15749809#msg15749809)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Salarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Infiltration Expert, STG<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">DATE:</span></strong> December 20th, 2174 CE<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Black-and-Orange Lightweight-Mesh Salarian Armour (https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/005/336/143/4k/christopher-cao-deepspace-color.jpg?1490292219) with Red Helmet (https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/005/334/407/4k/christopher-cao-salarian-helmet.jpg?1490282300)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Reetix LZ, heading East.<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Operation 'Red Rescue.'<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG: </span></strong> Everyone <br><br><hr><hr><br>Things were rough for everyone, but for Jackiro this was about as good as he could hope for considering the situation. They had been forced into un-scouted and unfamiliar territory due&nbsp; to time crunch, and had been on the receiving end of some nasty ambushes. Loss of life was tough, but not unexpected. He had ruffled feathers, but they had completed the mission and hopefully, were several steps closer to finding a cure. The Salarian wasn't heartless enough to think this was a success, but it certainly wasn't a failure.<br><br>Still, as he took in the bagged Batarian and sat him next to the Warlord - leaving Maxine to go and assist - and as Jay came onto the shuttle, obviously shaken and disturbed - he found himself briefly at a loss. The cost of life was not one to be paid lightly, and Coaf's loss would be a stain for sure. It was unfortunate, but it was simply the reality of things. Good people died for bad reasons sometimes, and Coaf was seemingly one such example. <br><br>Jay spoke to him, stirring the silence of the shuttle as she worked her pre-routine. He pondered for a second, knowing that a heartless response here could be damaging for morale, and would prove the Krogan right. That last part still left Jackiro bristling, but he did his best not to show it. "We tell them his sacrifice is paving way towards vital work. We say that he gave his life in service of thousands of others. We remember his duty, his sacrifice, and his legacy." There was a moment of morose contemplation as he thought of something pretty to say. Some shard of poetry that would sum up the thoughts but honestly? He didn't know Coaf. He didn't understand the man, or his legacy before this final moment. The tragedy was that for the Salarian, that would be all Coaf was. It was a shame, really. "Should focus on people we can save right now, I think. Coaf willing to give life to save people; would want us to complete his work, no?" He wasn't aware how much that last line might cut to the bone, considering Coaf's death. He was making assumptions about what a trained soldier might want, and assumptions based on what limited knowledge he had of the Fleet-focused group mentality of the Quarian race. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Aphras Orbit }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>26-03-2021, 18:13:48</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/hAlH588.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>Those down in the caves moved slowly at first, cautious of their surroundings and aware of the fact that there was no map to guide them and suggest that they were heading in the right direction. Any readouts that showed up on the various visors the team wore would be a snowstorm of static, maybe with the occasional indication that something was lurking nearby… but never revealed itself. Following tracks was also quite impossible; there were just too many spread out and wandering in every direction. It was almost as if the bugs themselves didn’t have any semblance of understanding the layout of this place. But with a little luck that finally decided to show itself, and frequent communication, Luus, Maxine, the rest of the haggard orange team with Namir taking point, finally joined up with Drack and Rue.<br><br>From there, it was a short walk back towards the entrance of the caves. Rue had the foresight to use Min, her V.I, to chart the path they followed so they wouldn’t get lost in the twists and bends of the caves. And, after a close encounter with an adolescent harvester, they were spared a fight by staying still and quiet until it had passed. <br><br>There was equal, if silent, celebration as soon as they hit daylight, and the teams were finally assembled together again.<br><br>Signs of more harvesters, even the horse-sized ones, was motivation. Anyone who might have been dragging their feet with fatigue found a second wind to pick up their pace. The shuttle was assembled together, its passengers were loaded with the injured and the prisoners even had a place to sit, to save them from being tossed around like a bee in the jar -potential hazards for the entire team. And just as they were lifting off of the ground, the two distraction techniques devised by Jackiro and Sink were deployed, keeping anyone who might have been lurking distracted by distress beacons located elsewhere on the moon.<br><br>It was a bumpy ride off of the surface, but with the storm breaking up evasive maneuvers weren’t required. Jay no longer had to dodge EMP streaks that crackled through the air- but perhaps this once the asari shared the relief of a ‘boring, routine flight’ with the rest of the team.<br><br>“Shuttle one, have you on radar.” Sonon’s voice came across the speaker, far more clear than it has been in several hours. “Return to docking station Alpha-1: medical team awaiting with security escort. Decontamination on standby. Welcome home.”<br><br>The shuttle adjusted its vector, coming along the Kalanhai with no further harassment. As soon as the shuttle landed and was locked into place, the doors flew open but none of the medical staff swarmed over the bodies by strict direction from the doctor herself. Sam might be small, but when it came to the health and safety of others, even mother nature would give pause to cross her path. Decontamination was a necessity, even if she herself wanted to rush off and get to work right away. As they crowded the chamber and passed through scans and sweeps and a spray that would cause exposed injuries to prickle, it wasn’t until everyone received the green light that they were finally able to, officially, join the rest of their crew.<br><br>Now the medical team came sweeping in. The obviously injured were loaded up on gurneys while the rest of the team was carefully inspected by caring hands. Those who passed the strict inspections received friendly words of encouragement and the freedom to return to the rest of the ship. Those who needed aid were escorted and supported if needed, assembled in the order of severity, and given comforts like medi-gel as they waited.<br><br>Jackiro, once cleared, escorted the prisoners with extra guard and a member of the medical team. Bloodpack or not, they had sworn an oath a duty to perform. No one asked about the krogan’s missing arm, and once the prisoners were seen too, they were left in the capable hands of the guard.<br><br>Samantha’s voice came across the open intercom, having been patched in even while one of the nurses helped her shuffle out of her broken armor and down to the layer of clothing beneath. “Viella D’iax, can you come to medical, please?”<br><br><br><br><div align="center"><strong>*** End Scene. Return to Kalanhai. ***</strong></div><br><br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">GM Note</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br><strong>Luus</strong>- Injured. Burns and lacerations.<br><strong>Jay</strong>- Uninjured. But really deserves a drink!<br><strong>Maxine</strong>- Uninjured.<br><strong>Jacki</strong>- Uninjured. With prisoners.<br><strong>Drack</strong>- Uninjured.<br><strong>Ruu</strong>- Uninjured.<br><strong>Sink</strong>- Injured. Minor leg wound, signs of shock.<br><strong>Samantha</strong>- Injured. Broken ribs, severe damage to the left leg. Exposure.<br><strong>Arcus</strong>- Injured. Broken ribs, internal bleeding, severe concussion, lots of lacerations. Exposure.<br><strong>Kandok</strong>- Injured. Collapsed lung, ruptured organs, internal bleeding, he probably should be dead.<br><strong>Namir</strong>- Injured. Exhaustion with overuse of biotics, with side effects incoming.<br><br>If your character is injured, they’ll be taken to the medical wing and treated. Since that’s half the team, and the medical staff isn’t that large, injures will be treated in the order of severity. Kandok and Arcus are first up, followed by Samantha, Luus, Namir, and then Sink. Don’t feel like you’re required to write a scene here, you’re welcome to just suggest it in future posts. But at least this way you know that your characters would have been seen to.<br><br>Those uninjured, you’re free to do as you like! Jackiro will be taking the prisoners to the brig with the rest of the guard. If you need access to any NPC's, let me know through DM.<br><br>I’ll make an announcement in DM’s after this post is up. I apologize, but my brain has been squeezed like pulp this week and I’m having to do everything in phases so I don’t forget anything. And as always, please ask questions if you have any!</div></div></div>
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