<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/4d/e4/db/4de4db0d36edeae01e2a43ba666d29aa--deus-ex-mankind-divided-jensen.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Jacob "Sink" Sinclair (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15729522#msg15729522)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Human<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Chief Engineer<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Dark Green overalls with oil stains.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Kalanhai | Cargo Bay<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Preparations for departure<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Tus Penin. Drack, Nami(r), Jackiro<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Rafael getting soon flooded with inputs from the late arrivals, his senses darting from the scary ass krogan, promptly ignoring the classical bully-powermove of physical threat including quip, and switching attention to the quite wordy salarian arriving and taking most of his scope as he proceeds to give him a scan with the omnitool, and nod at the ever eager one.  Hearing the salarian utter out a joke, that sends the man's left hand on his belly with an attempt to suppress the surprise laughter, failing miserably and he lets out a laughter, long enough to distract him from speaking.<br/><br/>It takes some effort for him to re-straighten his posture and wipe his mouth to the back of the cybernetic arm. "Damnit,  man, caught me off-guard there. Technical brief will take place immediately after command staff briefing. Or you can get the tech specs off your console, according to your designation, you should have access to that. You'll find your quarters in room - " This is when his attention turns briefly to the krogan asking for parts for a still.<br/><br/>"Have you tried the bottom of your boot?" Giving the Krogan the best customer service smile he can muster, before turning to look at the salarian again. "Room twelve is reserved for your use. Humidity and temperature should be set to salarian preference, but feel free to fiddle around until you find your ideal." His earpiece makes a racket enough for a finger to find its way on to it, to finish listening, and he nods, turning attention to those left behind, speaking once more.<br/><br/>"Spectre on board, if you excuse me, I have to get this bird ready to fly in 5. You'll have to find out the rest on your own, or meet me up at tech-brief. Good luck." With that, Rafael the cybernetically enhanced man walks off to the engineering bay, omni-tool flaring up, him summoning up drones to proceed taking care of minor tasks.