<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2e/95208584feab2d7b0cc22ff369f514a4.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Odrinne Keas<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Drell<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Adept Freelancer<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>19th, December 2174 CE - Afternoon-ish<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Pictured<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Cargo Hold<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Training<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Luus<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Her head jerked around and her concentration wavered, which meant the cargo she'd been holding wobbled and threatened to drop back to the floor.  She turned back and focused to lower it into place as she spoke, her voice a low, rasping purr that vibrated slightly in her throat.  "I'm glad to see that box I threw at you didn't damage that handsome face.  I'd be real broken up about it, if it had."  She finally settled the crate and lowered her hand, turning to face him with a smile curling her lips and a hand dropping to rest on her cocked hip.<br/><br/>She was pleased to see him, especially since they were aimed at the same goal this time.  It meant she might finally get the chance to balance the books between them, and could stop feeling like she owed him something for taking out the sniper she'd failed to clock.  They'd been on the same side that time, too, both hired by a mob boss with a vendetta.  The whole idea was that using mercs would keep the guy's hands clean, and it had worked, but she'd very nearly ended up with a bullet through the brainpan.<br/><br/>Cocking her head, she rolled her eyes at his boasting, giving a dismissive snort.  "Good luck with that, Luus.  I plan on using this mission to leverage myself into something even more lucrative.  I hear the Shadow Broker's hiring."