<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.redd.it/1q26kfsme4ry.png)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Zelgraviana "Zel" Belstris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=335654.msg15963094#msg15963094)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Salarian<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Chemist<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>A rather dingy, dark blue version of this (https://i2.wp.com/i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll98/dacaz/4th%20Quarter%202012/DSCN9339.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong><strong>Enlil</strong>. Docking Bay Victor-12, "lab"<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Mild frustration<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>OPEN<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><em>State of the art facilities. Serving the greater good. Just about any chemical you could want to get your hands on, and some combinations you really, really shouldn't want to make, but plenty of space to make them if you want to see why you shouldn't. That is what I was promised. So why am I here, working in a makeshift lab, trying desperately not to blow anything up? Oh, right. Something that actually wasn't my fault this time.</em><br/><br/>Not that Zelgraviana, or Zel to pretty much everyone who didn't want to run out of breath saying her name, was all that informed about what had actually gone wrong. Bio-science something or other, she'd heard. Wasn't in her department, wasn't much of her concern. As long as she wasn't coughing and falling over...well, it was a shame for those who were, but she couldn't do much about it. Not her department. Unless they developed a cure, and needed it synthesized. That was her department, and that was the reason she had no interest in even trying to break away from the small group that had made it out of the lab. Mercenaries were fine and all, until they needed to get paid, or got paid more by someone else.<br/><br/>In the meantime, trying not to think too hard about what would happen if that money ran out, or the mercenaries got bored and got paid more elsewhere, Zel was working in...well, it may have been a cafe at some point, but right now, it was a lab. At least, that's what Zel called it. Ovens could work as hoods, if you had the know-how to set up venting, and she did, and freezers and refrigerators worked just as well to store chemicals as food. Problem was, she didn't have a lot to work with. You don't get to make multiple trips when evacuating a hell-hole. She was lucky to have much of anything to store beyond what she had in her bags at all times, and that was for emergencies. If she needed to go out to get more, she was going to need that emergency stash.<br/><br/>Part of Zel was tempted to go out and get a sample. It didn't have to be a live one, just find a victim, take a sample, bring it to the lab. Surely, she could also pick up a microscope somewhere and..."And do what?" she questioned herself, her voice raspy and surprisingly deep for a female salarian. "Study it and discover that it is, in fact, not normal? Not a biologist, I won't know what I'm looking at. I need something to actually work on, not just sitting around waiting for something to work on. Can someone find a cure for me to synthesize? Please?"<em>And now I'm talking to myself. Fun. Almost wish I was back on...Telir, I think it was? Night club, but with less Blue Suns. That was nice.</em><br/><br/>Still, the salarian simply sighed, closing her eyes briefly, and did her fifth inventory check of the hour.<em>I can't leave, though. I may not be able to do anything yet, but I'm sure they'll need a chemist at some point, and I'm one of the best they have.</em><br/><br/>Even as quiet as it seemed, however, Zel felt a little on edge. It was those damn mercenaries. It wasn't that she didn't trust them to do their job when they were getting paid. It was the fact that they needed to be there at all. They were a reminder that there was an actual threat out there, and threats that needed guns to defend against. Science was fantastic, and offered up quite a bit of defense, but at the same time...<br/><br/><em>Liar. You're not on edge because of the threat. The threat is what's keeping you here. You wanted excitement, you got it, and it's troubling you that you are enjoying this.</em>"Shut up, me. I don't give you space in my brain to tell me the truth."