<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/1b/a7/33/1ba733b406a74f55b4a190775935aa1f316f55e3577991f401613a009bbbce81.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Luus Remeril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=335654.msg15962213#msg15962213)<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<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>Heavy Turian armor.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Enlil. Docking Bay Victor-12, pavilion<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Ash<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Not much longer after Sam's passing by, Luus crossed the angry mercenaries' path on the way to find her. To him, it was more than a rumor that she was hemorrhaging funds and that this place was lost. It was fact. He knew, better than most, that the Council would happily count this moon a loss if it meant saving their image. He knew that this was a foolish waste of time--a suicide mission with no reward at the end of the tunnel--and so his mind was made up.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, he would cross Ash's path before finding the good doctor, and so with a sigh, he addressed the N7. "Ash, was it?" Of course, he knew her name. He made it his business to know the people he worked with. Any merc who didn't was begging to for a double cross. "Listen, I don't have much time. Tell your boss--the...fidgety human--that I'm leaving. She can keep the rest of her creds. They'd be no use when the Council blows this place to 'Hell.'" His words were matter-of-fact, even casual. Clearly, he didn't mind the doom he foresaw.<br/><br/>And why should he? He knew the people who were really in charge, and he knew one of them far too well. Well enough to know that this moon would be a flaming husk long before any actual help came--whether or not he was on it when that happened. "Hm. You're tough. I'm sure you'll enjoy killing zombies--before the nukes come a-calling." Odd as it might be, this was a hint of warning in Luus's eyes; a kind gesture in hopes that the human woman would heed it and take herself and hers off-planet ASAP. But, as with most things he said, it sounded unequivocally...cavalier.