<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/1507018061.dracovarus_smaller_version.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Red Team</span></div></div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong><acronym title="Loose">Luus</acronym>Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726956#msg15726956)<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>Merc/Demolitionist Vanguard<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><strong>DATE:</strong></span>23rd, December 2174 CE - Early Morning<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>As Shown<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Omega Docks<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Playing Escort<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Red Team, Unito | Mentioning Telari<br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Aria was as pleasant and accommodating as ever--though in his heart of hearts he had to admit that her whole shtick always got him thinking about the previous times she all but demanded a meet 'in private.' A dominating personality all around, that one. Dammit, he was doing it again.<br/><br/>With a cavalier wave and a wink, he'd leave the ruler of Omega to her heaps of business, already knowing that there wasn't much talking left to do. He'd expected a quest to go on if they wanted to operate on the asteroid--let alone if they wanted a favor, even a quid pro quo one. So he followed the floating jelly onward toward the Tuhi district, blocking out nearly everything he said in favor of using his pleasant humming voice as white noise. There was something pleasant about the hanar overall, he found. Maybe it was the way they hovered, the way they spoke, or the echoes of their voices. Either way, he enjoyed the company, even if this one's words went better unheard.<br/><br/>Then, they reached the district, saw the mayhem and destruction and--<br/><br/>"Spirits give me strength..." One might think for a second that he was overwhelmed by the violence of this place--exhausted utterly by it--but one would be easily proven wrong after seeing where his gaze lingered. The drell of pretty colors and a demeanor as confidently cavalier as his own. He wasted no time in approaching her, and in doing so, the other three turians and the krogan she stood near. "Unito. Why am I not surprised you're still about and operating? Most people would probably wanna lay low after last time."