<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cc/d3/eb/ccd3eb851ec1e8945ab9e1e139a25276.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Florinthia 'Flo' Legiticus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779216#msg15779216)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Turian<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Biotic Weapon and Requisition Officer<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 21st, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING: </span></strong>Basic Military Uniform, Hood Down.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Middle Deck | Galley<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Chatting<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Drack<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Flo crossed her arms as she quirked her eyebrow at Drack. The Giant was a curiosity, even if he shouldn't be. The Krogan seemed like the most open book kinda person you'd ever meet, but he was surprising her often enough. It was impressive in a way. “<strong>It's a big if, and it's hard to say. Humans are the current pet-project, so they might go hard if it <em>was</em> a targeted attack on the shiny newbies. I imagine both sides will want to brush it off as a splinter faction though. Race Wars tend to get messy...</strong>” She found herself tapping a talon on the bar, as she realised her growing iritation at her father's name being brought up; which had been her own damn fault. She could try to push some of it onto Drack's shoulders for getting all paternal, but she could have just shrugged it off, maybe drank something to take her mind off of it.<br/><br/>He'd suggested just leaving, but the idea was as foreign to a Turian as to basically be taboo. So taboo, in fact, that she'd thought about it several times with some major consideration. How did she even begin to explain the concept of the Turian spirit to an outsider; least of all a Krogan? “<strong>It would be...complicated, for everyone involved. If I just left the Turian military and started showing up as an agent of the Council, that would have huge political ramifications. Two family Patriarchs arguing about the value of law and order, of poaching military members. It would be a fight between the traditionalists who resent the Spectres, and the Newer breed who see them as a fundamental reaction to the Universe at large. Not to mention it would dishonour my Cabal, and my Kabalim, if I just up and left. It would shame their Spirit – our connection. It would...</strong>” She paused herself, realising her hand was glowing blow with building anxiety and frustration. A couple of the chairs behind Drack were lifted a few feet into the air, with Drack's being spared by dint of his own weight.<br/><br/>“<strong>I've thought about it...A lot. Unfortunately, the ass has a hand in the cookie-jar that is my career. I want out, but I want out right. No point burning the bridge of anyone who'd helped me out in the past or future. That isn't good business, that's how you end up alone, working as a deadbeat merc.</strong>” She slumped forward, her chin on the bar in a sort of deflation of the tension in her body. The chairs gently dropped to the floor as she regained control.<br/><br/>“<strong>Biotics are a weaponization of the mind, and of intent. How do you disarm a mind without killing someone? How do you stop someone bringing a mind into a conference with a PoI? It's near-as-damn impossible to even detect a Biotic from a crowd, too. Perfect covert ops, and perfect for pulling out a Missile when the other guy thinks he's in a knife fight.</strong>” She had a strange love-hate relationship with her own powers. They had cost her much, but she'd made them her own. “<strong>Besides, you clearly haven't had an angry enough Biotic threatening to rip your skin off or whatever. You should have met my old Teacher. She was crazy in the best kinds of ways. Old Asari Justicar; complete bad-ass. That first line is totally hers.</strong>”