<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ztzn712.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Mischa Harms (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=335654.msg15965217#msg15965217)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Human<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Soldier<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 18th, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Heavy armour, helmet in hand<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>The Corvidae; Hangar<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Smoking<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>N/A<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Mischa nodded when Gale laid things out. It seemed like standard operating procedure. The wide latitude to respond to threats pleased him to no end and it would come to no surprise to any of the crew to know of his inner pleasure at knowing that potential risks were to be put down. He noted that what constituted a risk was not precisely defined, although Mischa knew well enough that Gale was not one to countenance anyone playing fast and loose and offering up dumb excuses. But say anything about Mischa, say that he never hurt a kid. Mischa was not about to gun down a kid, even a Batarian one. There were lines that Mischa was not about to cross, acts of villainy that even he was not willing to perpetrate.<br/><br/>Despite knowing that Nianna was not someone to be discounted Mischa still had trouble not doing it. The act - that Mischa did not know or suspect was an act - had him completely suckered and it was really hard not to just tune her out. Especially when she started talking about drinking. While Mischa felt he would enjoy the insensibility that came with alcohol he would not permit himself the solace of the bottle. Not a drop had past his lips since . . .<br/><br/>He shook his head and shoulders involuntarily, feeling a chill. He tried, and failed, to ward off terrible memories and he wandered off to stand behind one of the vehicles. Mischa drew out a cigarette and smoked it quickly, burning through it in record times. He pulled out another and went through it in short order as well. The third he took a little more time with. He tried to savour the smoke a little more. In the main he succeeded. But there was never really any silencing the bad memories. Mischa would be fine when they hit the ground. In fact, he would better than fine. It would be like he was another person entirely.