<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=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<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;">WEARING:</span></strong>Krogan Combat Armour<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Med-bay<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>On the Hunt<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Arcus, Samantha<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>“The ship's doctor?”<br/>Drack looked at the tiny female human and then back at the turian.  He didn't know who this turian was, but this was a first hearing one make that obvious of a joke.  The krogan wasn't a dumb brute, nor was he gullible.  He had killed a few humans in the contact war, and though it was at a fair distance, they didn't look this small in his scope, not unless humans handed out degrees at such an early age.  He turned to the human, Sam she called herself, as she held out a hand towards him.  Oh, he recognized that gesture alright.  It was practically universal, even krogan's did something similar.<br/><br/>Stepping forward, Drack placed his large hands underneath her shoulders, hefted her off of the ground, and after a quick judge of her weight, tossed her into the air before catching her again.  He'd done it many times before, and she didn't weigh much at all.  Tossing her up without her hitting her head on the ceiling was as easy as shooting pyjak.<br/>“Look at you kid, knowing where to find alcohol,” Drack stated. “You're going to go far in future.  Maybe we'll share a drink someday when you're liver has developed enough to handle it.”<br/><br/>He turned to the turian and gave him a glare as he tossed Sam up and caught her again, “You think I'm gullible turian?  I was bigger and heavier than her before I was a decade old and you're telling me she's our doctor.  Next you're going to tell me humans start training for the future when their fresh out of their diapers.  Wait till I'm drunk first and maybe you'll slip that one past me.  Which is why I need the alcohol: I want to make ryncol and disinfectant takes less time than what you'd get in a bar.”