<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>Family Picnic<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Jarv, Luus, Viella<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Drack laughed loudly into Viella's ear as he hugged her, lifting her off of the ground in the process.<br/>“Of course, where else would I be but right in the middle of trouble?” he chortled.  “Though it'll be me keeping trouble off of your back, since you've always liked to get more stuck in than me.”<br/>He gave one more warm and affectionate squeeze, enough to creak the bones of anyone less sturdy, and set his older sister back down on the ground.  Enlil was still a complete fucking mess, but knowing that she was here, someone he could definitely depend on, helped him feel better about the entire situation.  While the danger they faced hadn't changed, the amount of firepower they had skyrocketed and that took some pressure off of his back. Things were starting to feel like a family outing, similar to the camping trips he used to take his youngest out on.<br/><br/>The Krogan looked around him, slightly gratified at the sight of some of the mercs realizing the jig was up and they should behave.  Only slightly gratified because there were still some that either thought they were sneaky enough to get away with hiding or were too damn belligerent for their own good and his convenience.  Well, could always use more examples to convince any mercs still on the fence to know which side they should pick.<br/>“Welcome to paradise sister, you're going to love it here,” Drack grumbled as his mirthful energy settled down to his usual cantankerous simmer.  “All the mindless monsters you could ever want to put down.  Near as I can tell, they like to move in packs, are easily attracted to loud noises, and fight with no regard for their own safety. Makes 'em pretty strong and stupid, which can be pretty bad in big enough numbers.  Don't let 'em bite you, and try to avoid getting clawed too.”<br/>He'd seen a few mercs die gruesome deaths at the hands of those creatures, or get infected and inevitably have to be put down before they also turned.<br/><br/>Seeing Jarv still being made to line up with the rest, Drack frowned with discontent.<br/>“What's this?  How come your Spectre hasn't given him the all-clear yet?  He's one of the reasons why that firefight you stepped into wasn't as bad as it could have been.”<br/>The Krogan looked around to spot anyone else who could confirm his words and spotted Zel.<br/>“Hey, you, Salarian, uh, Zel, right.  You're the chemist that was with us when Juko wanted to pretend to be tougher than he really was.  You also got him with the freeze as well.  Tell 'em that Jarv was on our side when things kicked off, even told Juko off before the grenades started flying.  And Luus took out one of the marksmen that could have put a bullet through any of our heads.”<br/>He shook his head.<br/>“I know how much Citadel likes its procedure, but now's not the time for that.”