<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=335654.msg15962217#msg15962217)<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>18th December 2174 CE<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>Enlil.  Docking Bay Victor 12<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Not the Worst Family Gathering<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Galeaus, Jarv, Luus, Sam, Viella<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Drack sized up Galeaus as the spectre made his way towards him and Sam.  Well, he at least knew how to put them down, and while not the most inspiring speech, could clearly state his intentions.  The Krogan still had his reservations about the Turian, but there was a glimmer of a possibility he could actually work with the man.<br/>“For those mercs that sided with Juko, don't put your hopes on Sam missing your faces, because I didn't,” Drack's growled into his own omni-tool. “Make it easier on everyone by sorting yourselves into that third groups.  Otherwise I'll rip off your arms and legs and use you as bait the next time I need to do a supply run.”<br/>His tone left it nebulous as to whether or not it was a threat or a promise, something that could dangle over the traitorous mercenaries' head.  Drack could be rather friendly and jovial for a Krogan, but he was still a Krogan to the bone and wouldn't shy away from terrible violence to make a point.<br/><br/>“Drack, and I'm just a merc doing the job I was paid for,” he shrugged.  “And Sam's a good kid.  Someone needed to look after her.”<br/>He pointed towards Jarv, “As for getting those mercs in a line, I'll vouch for him, he was on the right side.  Same with Luus.  Those two you can lump together with me.”<br/>Given the risk Jarv and Luus took by facing off against Juko and his ilk, it was only right that he spoke up for them in return, help them avoid any unpleasantness that might happen with Galeaus's sorting.  Besides, Jarv may have proven himself to be the only Batarian that wasn't a piece of pyjak shit and Luus was one of the rare Turians Drack found tolerable, so they were both worth keeping around on just that alone.<br/><br/>Seeing Sam get all feisty, the old krogan had a hearty chuckle as he looked at Galeaus, “You're right, you aren't my boss, and that's not going to change.”<br/>Drack laid a large hand on the doctor's shoulder.<br/>“She's my boss and it's going to stay that way, no matter how things shake out.  You look like you have a good head on your shoulders, but there's only one person I respect right now on your ship and even she won't be able to get me to budge on that.”<br/>He looked the Turian up and down, “I'll leave the kid in your care while I talk with my sis.  I hope she's all smiles and has a bounce in her step when I get back.”<br/>The old krogan gave Sam a friendly hair ruffle before making his way towards Viella.<br/><br/>“It's good to see you sister, give me a hug!”