<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cc/d3/eb/ccd3eb851ec1e8945ab9e1e139a25276.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Florinthia 'Flo' Legiticus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779216#msg15779216)<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>Biotic Weapon and Requisition Officer<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 21st, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING: </span></strong>Basic Military Uniform, Hood Down.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Middle Deck | Galley<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Chatting<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Drack<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>“<strong>God, I wish it was as easy as you make it out.</strong>” She said, as much dismissing her own situation as Drack's offered 'solution.' Perhaps it was, and she was too stubborn to admit it, but the thought of magically going AWOL while abandoning everything she'd ever known, endangering several of her closer associates, shaming several of her mentors, and gestating a turf-war between Council and Military branches of Turian nobility - all for the sake of sticking a middle talon up in her father's direction – made it clear in her mind that Drack was just the sort who talked for the sake of talking. He didn't have a magical answer, because there wasn't one.<br/><br/>Not yet, anyway. That was part of her motivation for being here. If she could prove herself here, and present a reasonable case to the Military branch – even if that meant going around dickhead himself – then she'd be able to start moving her life forward.<br/><br/>Focusing on the Justicar talk, Flo found herself smiling as the Krogan began to talk like a downright fan of his sister. Florinthia was thankfully not drunk enough to admit her near-obsession with Justicars, but she was curious about the Asari that the Krogan described. She sounded like a decent woman, and something he mentioned had her wondering if Asari of differing parentage looked different. What was her old mentor's parentage like, she wondered?<br/><br/>“<strong>It's funny; I used to read about Justicars as a kid. The magazine: Justicar Heroes? I basically didn't stop collecting them until I joined the Cabal.</strong>” She'd lost touch with her collection around that time, although she still read up on the publications via Extranet. “<strong>What's your sister called? Maybe I read a few of her stories?</strong>” It was an innocent enough question. She had no reason to assume that there was anything to worry about, and if she was someone particularly famous then maybe she could try and swing an autograph from Drack. Wouldn't be the craziest story ever.