[color=dodgerblue][h3]Storm Front
Hazan Volintis
Virmire[/h3][/color]
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[indent]Hazan smiled to himself as he heard movement behind him. On his minimap, he saw the blue squares of his allies approaching his position. 

From their position, the slender gray turian would be almost invisible to the naked eye. However, the very end of a slate gray viewfinder poking out from underneath what looked like a bed of leaves and brush, along with a vaguely human figure, told a different story. His camouflage cloak, woven with Virmire undergrowth hours before when they'd touched down, covered his entire body from head to toes.

As the rest of the group approached and made themselves known, he extended a hand from under his cloak and waved. The rest of the team set up camp quickly enough, which made him quite satisfied. The operation was going quite smoothly.

Time passed. Hazan spent his time marking every single target he spotted. Covering his hud in upside down red triangles. He'd set the signatures of his friends as blue squares, and in the last few minutes he'd seen the infiltration team down there, milling about amongst the crowd of triangles.

The turian yawned softly and stretched a little underneath his cloak. Some time in the last hour or so, Vellios and Tanya had left camp to retrieve the other turian's pain medicine. Iosif was back at the ship. That left him and Serena in camp to keep watch. And he'd been laying there long enough. He had to go.

His cloak had been propped up on several thick sticks as a sort of loose tent, and as he crawled out backwards he motioned to Serena.

[color=dodgerblue]"Hey Serena, I'm gonna go "freshen up". Take over watch while Vel and Tanya are gone? I won't be too far off."[/color]

That said, he picked up his pack and wandered off into the jungle. After all, a man couldn't do his business so close to his camp, right?
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The clouds hung low in the sky above, dark and ominous. Lightning flashed across the horizon as Hazan trudged his way back to camp. He'd gone just past a small ridge to... Let loose, and he was on his way back. The thunder had worried him, and he'd seen why after he'd clambered up a tree to check the sky.

As he made his way back, he keyed his mic. 

[color=dodgerblue]"Hey fellas on overwatch, we've got a problem: big storm front coming in, ETA three, maybe five minutes."[/color]

But before his hand could even leave his comms set, he felt it.

Droplets on his head ridges.

[color=dodgerblue]"Uh, scratch that. Make it three to five seconds."[/color]

Hazan keyed off his comms and trudged his way back to camp, even as the light spatter of rain on his head turned into a torrential downpour. He had to sigh.

He regretted not bringing his cloak along.[/indent]