<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/3dc001aa-e32c-47d9-908e-b483d4ea33e5/d6t76df-efe9e558-15a6-4d93-baab-b2eb62d9ecb7.jpg/v1/fill/w_800,h_843,q_75,strp/batarian_soldier__merchandise_available__by_ibbitmonster_d6t76df-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3siaGVpZ2h0IjoiPD04NDMiLCJwYXRoIjoiXC9mXC8zZGMwMDFhYS1lMzJjLTQ3ZDktOTA4ZS1iNDgzZDRlYTMzZTVcL2Q2dDc2ZGYtZWZlOWU1NTgtMTVhNi00ZDkzLWJhYWItYjJlYjYyZDllY2I3LmpwZyIsIndpZHRoIjoiPD04MDAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.CXBKZ9-yH-9g3SmRCzhBAM--AyjYuQV2o4DhcTifNtE)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Jarv Valak (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15810776#msg15810776)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Batarian<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Mercenary and Demolitionist<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 22nd 2174, 21:34<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>His banged up armour (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/78/5f/8c/785f8cb9ac2a75dff3169af8121eaa78.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION &amp; DISTRICT:</span></strong>Omega, Afterlife<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Scheduled meeting<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Aria T'Loak<br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Jarv took one last drag of his cigar, puffing out the stream of smoke while he flicked the nub of it over the side of the walkway leading to Afterlife. The line was long, as it often was, and wasn't getting smaller any time soon what with the Elcor bouncer, but Jarv wasn't going through the queue. Instead, he walked by it and gave the Elcor a nod as the doors opened and he strolled in. Getting invited by T'Loak means you don't have to bother with queues, one of the small perks. It was outweighed of course, by the fact that it meant you had to actually go to Aria herself, rather than get to enjoy the bar or the dancers or frankly anything else outside the "Pirate Queen".<br/><br/>So instead of ordering his favourite booze and maybe enjoying the rear of a scantily clad Asari, Jarv ignored it all and walked around the bar and through all the people to the back of the room. To where Aria made her little throne. He didn't just march straight up, no, that would be suicide in this bar. No, he stopped before the way up and nodded to the guard.<strong>"Tell Aria Jarv's here. About her message."</strong>Chances were they already knew full well who he was and why he was here, but it never hurt to make sure, and these were the types of people to conveniently 'forget' just to make your life that little bit harder.<br/><br/>While he stood there, Jarv reassuringly patted the folded up Carnifex at his hip, just making sure it was still there.