<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, Sam, Viella, Zel<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>It was nice to know he hadn’t lost his touch when it came to dodging biotic blasts from a pissed off Asari.  The buffer created by solid cement pillar meant that whatever tagged him felt more like uncomfortable waves of pressure washing over him and not much more than that, the force insufficient to shift his heavy bulk.  Once he managed to get behind some full cover, that was when Drack heard Sam’s somewhat strained request.<br/>“Right, sure kiddo,” the Krogan grumbled as he gently set her down on the ground.  A delicate human like her probably wouldn’t have been able to handle it if he had simply dropped her.  No longer burdened by her, he readied himself to start taking some shots of his own when he heard a ship getting ready to dock and a voice call out.<br/><br/>“Fuck, a turian and a spectre?” Drack grumbled.  “Just my varren shit luck.”<br/>While some reinforcements were nice, he couldn’t muster much enthusiasm over the idea of a turian spectre trying to take charge of the situation.  He didn’t trust turians much, he definitely didn’t trust the Council, and this Galeaus had a foot in both worlds.  When the spectre made his demands, the krogan figured none of that applied to him since he was still actively protecting the doctor, so he kept his pistol and leaned out of cover enough to see which of the mercenaries were still going to be problems.  Unsurprisingly, the hot-headed Asari decided to take her chances but the old Krogan was pleasantly surprised to see who came out to stop her.<br/><br/>Drack waved with his free hand as he bellowed out, “Sister!  What a time and a place to have a family reunion!”<br/>The Krogan found his enthusiasm again.  A spectre and his team were one thing, but this was his older sister: he could always trust family, especially one as reliable as Viella.  While things had to be really serious if she was coming down to help solve whatever was going on, he felt that the odds of getting off this rock alive significantly improved with her presence.<br/><br/>Any further words he had for her were drowned out by the sound of assault rifle fire from Jarv.  Well, Viella might have wanted to spare the Asari, but Drack for one approved of the Batarian dealing with the problem once and for all.  A psycho like that was too volatile and traitorous to have around.  Drack also noticed that some of the other mercenaries had decided to slink off and pretend they weren’t involved.  Too bad that he had a good memory, despite being old, and he could still pick them out from the crowd.  He wasn’t going to immediately call them out, but he would remember their faces so he could handle them quietly later.  There were a lot of accidents that could happen when things became hectic.