<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XsPFh1t.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=335654.msg15962167#msg15962167)<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>Doctor / Xeno-biologist<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>This, but probably little ripped and wrinkled by now. (https://i.imgur.com/SZyvDUP.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong><strong>Enlil</strong>. Docking Bay Victor-12, pavilion<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Bait and switch?<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Drack, Jarv | OPEN<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>It could have been an interesting morning, one filled with curious conversation between a krogan and a batarian and a shared, mutual dislike for the Council. Maybe good ideas would have been exchanged. Maybe some resemblance to an actual plan would have been reproduced as a result of it all? Any hope for a peaceful solution evaporated as soon as the salarian’s cadre stepped forward to lend their ‘leader’ support. They were itching for a fight and to fling blame like grenades. Apparently, the council races reacted with irrational emotion just as well as humans. Not for the first time, Samantha was grateful to have Drack on her side. The krogan were masters in the art of intimidation. Hell, even knowing that they were friends and that Drack had no interest in smearing her into a paste across the walls, she couldn’t help taking a step back in order to give him more space. Fighting wasn’t something the doctor had any skills or training in, and while she wouldn’t hesitate to take a bullet for any one of her friends, getting in the way was only going to make this growing problem worse.<br/><br/>Somehow she didn’t think talking about serving salarian liver and supportive appendages was going to go over well. Sam winced, even as she made a last-ditch effort to respond to Zel’s timely arrival. “Barricades are sound,” at least her voice didn’t squeak. Sam managed to keep her tone light and casual, something she only managed due to the calm presence of the chemist. She even smiled; a lie. As if nothing were the matter at all. “A few more repairs and we'll be able to start sending out people for supply runs. A good start.”<br/><br/>Juko wasn’t having it. He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes, ignoring the tall krogan and the batarian with the secure knowledge of his allies fanning out behind him. They didn’t have a krogan, but there was a rather smug asari who had smeared dozens of those strange creatures with her biotics, and twin turian brothers that handled assault rifles with undeniable skill. As Sam scanned the group she felt a nervous flutter in her chest when she realized their two sharpshooters were nowhere to be seen. It would have been a naive hope thinking they just turned and ran off somewhere.<br/><br/>“Let’s go back to the part where you said ‘the well has dried up’. That is rather crucial information, don’t you think?”<br/><br/>Sam huffed through her nose. The cat was out of the bag… no use in denying it. And she was a terrible liar anyway, so why bother? She shrugged her shoulders -a habit she must have picked up from Ash. “It’s not a concern of yours until tomorrow. Look, I paid you through the end of today. The council--”<br/><br/>“<em>Maybe</em>,” the asari spoke up from the back, glowing blue as she powered up her biotics, “we should hold onto some collateral. I’m sure the council would be very accommodating when they hear how we rescued the good doctor here.”<br/><br/>“They certainly have an interest in keeping her in one piece, don’t they?” One of the twins stepped forward, nodding his head towards the krogan and the batarian, and even gave Zel a warry side-eye. “I bet we could even get a raise… what do ya say?”