<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cc/d3/eb/ccd3eb851ec1e8945ab9e1e139a25276.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Florinthia 'Flo' Legiticus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779216#msg15779216)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Turian<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Biotic Weapon and Requisition Officer<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 21st, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING: </span></strong>Basic Military Uniform, Hood Down.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Middle Deck | Galley<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Chatting<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Drack, Luus [M], Rue [M]<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>“<strong>The same thing could be said about Krogans. Sure love to talk about the 'size of their quads' and the 'honour of their race' and the 'Glory of Tachunka' and blah blah blah...</strong>” She playfully mimicked a monologuing braggart with one of her hands, eyes rolling in faux boredom before the puppeted mouth 'exploded' outwards, the Turian's fingertips theatrically glowing blue. Drack was proving a more affable man to chat with now that he wasn't talking about his daughters. Chummy? Maybe a little, but it wasn't hard to imagine people wanting friends after a mission like Reetix. So many things had gone wrong so quickly, with only one team seemingly coming up relatively unscathed.<br/><br/>“<strong>You can be horny without being flirty. All that pent up emotion has to go <em>somewhere</em>. Seriously, look up how many court-martials on a Turian fleet are put down to 'Dereliction of duty', and how often those 'derelictions' come up in pairs.</strong>” She chuckled a little, thinking about a couple of her own brief run-ins with higher ups. It was a delight to hear them squirm when she got called up and her surname got brought up, because then they had to make the awkward choice of potentially chewing out the daughter of an Admiral.<br/><br/>Drack described Luus and, strangely, Rue. Flo didn't remember bringing up the Quarian for additional information like she had with Luus, but apparently part of the Krogan's charm was trying to play matchmaker with any female he'd taken a shine to. How much less appealing the Human's little fat-baby-matchmaker would be if it had a Krogan's face...<br/><br/>“<strong>Thankfully, I've got field rations and I've got a Drell cook who seems to hate people. No need to test whether your Turian and Quarian dinner guests were just being polite or not.</strong>” He certainly liked to talk himself up, which wasn't a problem for her so much as an observation. 400 years as a mercenary was great, but that didn't tell her a thing about the width and breadth of his talents. She'd take a soldier who spent 4 years mastering a single craft to perfection over one who'd spent 400 years bouncing between roles, organisations, and levels of quality. She wondered where Drack would lie...<br/><br/>No doubt the Krogan would see Flo's nose crinkle at the mention of Batarians. Her recent chat with Malcolm reminding her how easy it was to detest the vast majority of their race. “<strong>Batarians are...a thing. Hopefully we learn more about their involvement with this shitshow at some point.</strong>”<br/><br/>He turned the question onto her, and Flo shrugged, leaning back in the stool. “<strong>I was picked out because the Council had my name on their mind, and I was already on the Citadel. Sparatus was considering me for some real work, with a couple Citadel task-forces, before ol' Admiral-Shitlord himself stonewalled it. Woulda taken me straight outta the Turian admiralty, and into Citadel ranks.</strong>” She snorted, annoyed at the conversation even as she said it. “<strong>Thankfully he can't do diddly fuck to stop me while I'm 'Working a Covert Op for the Kabalim.' because, as far as he knows, I'm still on Turian Payroll, and any investigation might compromise the integrity of the Op.</strong>” She giggled, enjoying the brief fast-one pulled on her old-man, even if she hadn't spilled who 'Admiral-Shitlord' was to the Krogan yet. Depending on his education about Turian families, and if he twigged it from the Email she'd sent with her full name on it, he<em>might</em>know.<br/><br/>“<strong>Besides, Biotics scare people into signing things over quicker. Much more efficient when they're scared you can blow up their mind for wasting time.</strong>” With a waggle of fingers, like a crappy magician, she made it clear she was taking the mickie out of herself for once.