<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>More Anthropology<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/>"Hm." For a moment this was all that followed, brow ridges raised as his expression morphed from irritated to what may have looked like genuine surprise. "Interesting subject change. Let's talk about it." His mandibles twitched upwards in the slightest of smile, though whether or not the human would comprehend it, he could not say. "I know that humans evolved from shit flinging mouth breathers. What I didn't know was that the shit flowed from your mouths. Fascinating." Mandibles raised higher, a sparkle entering his eye as he pretended to appraise the woman before him, as if trying to discern how it all worked.<br/><br/>"All I need is a comm device and the whisper of a dream for a start. Better than standing around waiting for purification with a...heh...<em>vaunted N7</em>." A snicker left him unabated then. But that died down in time, leaving a more serious look in its place. "Spirits...you don't think the Council cares enough about this place to<em>not </em>nuke it from orbit, do you?"