<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Krogan<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Scout/Assassin<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>21th December 2174 CE, Morning<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Krogan Combat Armour<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Cargo Bay<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Family Reunion<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Viella<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>A charging krogan makes a lot of noise, even more so when he's happy.<br/>“Viella!” Drack roared in delight, his voice reverberating in the cargo bay, as he rushed towards the asari.  “Look at you, you old battleaxe!”<br/>His arms were wide open as he stomped towards her, sweeping closed in a hug that would have left the spines of most people creaking from the strain, but his sister would be able to handle just fine.  The old krogan easily lifted her off of the ground, a far cry from the days when he used to be much smaller and she was the one swinging him around.<br/>“It's good to see you!” he exclaimed, loud belly laughter blasting into her ears.  The nature of their work made it difficult for the two of them to be able to frequently spend time together, even after she stopped being a justicar. This mission looked to be the best opportunity they had in a while to have a good chat like the good old days.<br/><br/>Drack would have liked to see her as soon as he found out she was on the ship, but with her being called to the medbay as soon as their shuttle had docked and then him not being able to find her afterwards, he had to settle for waiting until the morning and asking around before he could finally track her down.  While some of the crew members had been a bit leery of giving the information up to the krogan, he was eventually able to get what he needed and made his way down to the cargo area where Viella liked to train.  Really, he should have been able to figure that out on his own, but with the responsibility of leadership on her shoulders at the moment, he wasn't sure if she'd have the time for it right now, especially with the information they managed to retrieve from Reetix.<br/><br/>He continued to hold Viella up in the air as he spoke with her, “And what's this about you being a spectre?  How come you didn't tell me, you know I'm good for keeping family secrets.”<br/>The krogan was a little disgruntled by the idea that she was keeping something like that secret from him.  After all, he considered himself to be very close with his sister, so the fact that she kept something like that hush hush upset him.  Nothing that would harm their relationship of course, it'd be water under the bridge after a few hard drinks together, but he felt like venting his displeasure and making it known to her while it was still fresh.<br/>“Well, better you than anyone else on this ship anyways, though if you expect to obediently listen to your every word, then I'd say you're getting senile in your old age.”<br/>Drack grinned a rascally grin, looking six centuries younger in the process, before frowning as he looked down at her.<br/>“Have you been eating properly?” he asked her.  “I've taken heavier shits than you.”