<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/805608801994670092/813745972148043826/23464abe46635ce4ec51b13b04cb2f81.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Arcus Aurelion (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727099#msg15727099)<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>Spectre<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>As pictured<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Cargo Bay<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>-Not- downloading 1,334.6 TB of data.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Small, malnourished frustrating human<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>He was pissed and it showed.<br/><br/>Now, he didn't understand what part of 'write down what you want to say' was so confusing for this woman. He also didn't understand how she thought she could schedule a meeting with a simple<em>text message</em>when he was most certainly strapped for time. He had to review and assign the ground-ward members of the crew into teams, elect team leaders (why he even put a Krogan and a Salarian into the same team, he couldn't understand), he had to write<em>constant</em>reports for the council, he had to brief the entire crew, not to mention he also had to pump iron, so as to stay in shape.<br/><br/>And instead of replying cordially to him, her superior and commanding officer of this mission, she sent her enough files to completely overload and crash his state-of-the-art omni-tool. Humans, as puny as they are, seemed to have flair for the dramatic. Or was that only Dr. Adams? In any case, the message was received. After grumbling around his quarters for a good few minutes, he relented and dragged himself to her quarters, and to much dismay he found out she wasn't even there.<br/><br/>Thus commenced his frustrated search for the woman, asking almost everyone if they had seen her, and only after he had searched the upper and mid decks had he learned that someone had seen her down in the cargo bay doing something called 'Yoga'. What was 'Yoga', and why was she doing it so late, when obviously she should be preparing what she wanted to discuss with him in the first place. The gall of this woman.<br/><br/>Heavy footsteps sounded his arrival to the nigh-empty space, with the only occupant being none other the woman of the hour herself... wearing what seemed to be a skin tight suit and having her rear raised high into the air. He clicked his mandibles. He was confused. And angry. And also... intrigued?<br/><br/>"When you request a meeting with me, I expect you to be waiting in your room, prepared to say whatever you have to say, not hiding away in the cargo bay all by yourself, twisting your body into unnaturally lewd positions."