[h2][color=lightblue][u]Alria Vicrinus                                             [/u][/color][/h2][indent][h3][color=lightblue]Location: London Ruins[/color][/h3][/indent]

Alria had been busy as can be working her way through tight spaces and damp ducts that snaked and wormed all through the underground. Good thing she didn't suffer from claustrophobia or any fears of the dark. Regardless, she had her mission and she'd see it through to the end and just as her time came around she hit the switch to the door she was sent to clear, opening the way for Anderson and the band of misfits he had assembled.

Alria looked a bit cutting, having her equipment hanging along her tactical mesh that lined her black and grey full bodied armor. Though despite wearing a full suit, it was incredibly thin, making her figure show through it. Even her head was covered by what appeared to be a very form fitting helmet that fully encompassed her dome. The gently glowing V-Visor giving off a soft blue light giving her a sleek and smooth edge that just added to her tight figure.

At Anderson's introduction Alria raised her right hand to flash the peace symbol since her visor had obscured her face preventing her from offering a warm smile to the crew. Following his kind words of praise she chimed in to speak as they walked down the hallway, [color=lightblue]"No problem boss. Security was as you said and I ran into no complications."[/color] Just as she said no complications the group walked past a dead Assualt Trooper who's neck was still gushing blood. Alria taking a glance down to the collapsed and partially hidden body paused only for a brief second before saying, [color=lightblue]"He was in my way, armed, and looked mean..."[/color] Once again pausing briefly she held her helmeted head up almost snootily before ending her statement by saying, [color=lightblue]"It was a clean kill and I'm not apologizing."[/color]

It was then they passed the vent Alria had used for her entrance which in turn meant they were heading into a space Alria had not yet cleared or traversed. This meant she was back on guard with her pistol drawn and ready for action should anything spring up.

It was at that stage they entered to the large server room and hide behind a series of crates obscuring the gang from view of the [i]probably[/i] hostile sentries. Alria listening to the boss-man she soaked in her orders and prepared for her role in this event, nodding to him in silence to show she understood her task. Also glad that Anderson pointed to each member of the team as she had yet to learn anybody's names given her advanced role in this mission.

In this moment of peace Alria took her chance to at least get familiar with the two members she'd be spending some time with. The first being this Raye character. A quarian with a lot of dark layers that helped him stick to the shadows a bit better. He didn't really look like he was packing much firepower, but that didn't mean much given her own armament. Beyond that he didn't look so bad, or at least she thought he didn't. It was hard to tell through all those layers, not to mention the blue gas filled mask.

Next was a fellow Turian and a woman at that. A bit taller than her and certainly packing more firepower with her assortment of guns. Unfortunately, none of her armaments appeared to be suppressed which meant that once she went loud that would be it. Despite this it left Alria with a different sense of calm knowing that she'd have some actually support with her. Beyond her weapons she did appear to be rather toned and fit to fight, which was always a good thing.

With her quick visual inspection done Alria commit to the waiting game, ready for the signal to go so that she'd be able to get to work once again...