<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=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<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;">WEARING:</span></strong>Krogan Combat Armour<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Armoury<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Talk Shop<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Maxine<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>With a large and heavy case in hand, Drack happily made his way to the ship’s armory, a slightly menacing looking grin on his face.  He didn’t pay any attention to the various crew members who hastily got out of his way, and would have likely barreled them over if they didn’t.  If they tried something, he would notice, not the first time he was the target of an assassination attempt, but everyone seemed to be wrapped up in their own little projects, of which he had little interest in.  The krogan had a decent amount of tech knowledge and could perform rudimentary repair and maintenance, but he wasn’t a scientist or an engineer.  While he could break into some electronic security systems on his own, and had a device that helped him with more complex and intricate ones, that was about it.  A long time ago, he listened to some engineers talk about machinery, material science and a bunch of other probably important concepts.  It gave him a headache, which made him grumpy, and then he gave them a headache in the form of a headbutt.  Once the fighting was over and he was no longer in solitary confinement, everyone just kept their distance from each other.<br/><br/>Weapons and armour though, that he could listen to all day.  He always made sure to keep updated on the latest in combat related technology and terminology.  They were the tools of his trade after all, and ignorance or falling behind could lead to a very bad time out on a contract.  Drack was a brute, but he wasn’t a dumb brute, dumb brutes didn’t make it past seven hundred.  So, he learned and prepared.  As usual, he had brought his own equipment, basically special grenades and ammunition, as he couldn’t count on being adequately supplied by his employer.  Two large cases might seem like a lot, but depending on the length of the mission, there was the possibility of running out, leaving him to use whatever was in stock or scrounging what he could, not an ideal situation.<br/><br/>However, the Kalanhai had its own armorer on board, which significantly changed things.  Sure, the armorer was the other tiny human female, but she was apparently highly sought after, and that was the only thing he really cared about.  If she was capable of manufacturing more of his special equipment, then he’d be a lot less concerned about running out.  They’d need raw materials for it of course, but that was a lot easier to get a hold of than already made goods.  And if she could improve or upgrade what he had, well, that made her someone worth getting to know better.  Being able to spend time talking shop about weapons and armour would make the mission a whole lot more interesting whenever there was downtime or a wait.<br/><br/>Walking up to the armoury, Drack slammed the door control button without knocking first and stepped inside.<br/>“Maxine, I wanted to talk with you,”  the krogan announced as he placed his trunk down.   “I’ve brought some of my gear down, figured you could take a look at it and I’d listen to what you had to say.”<br/>Inside the trunk was a selection of grenades and ammo.  Aside from the usual high-explosive grenades, the krogan brought with him incendiaries, and flashbangs that were designed to work on creatures that didn’t have redundant nervous systems.  For ammo, Drack had standard, disruptor and armour-piercing rounds inside.  He had more than just that, but he wanted to start with the less rare gear first.  The truly special gear he could bring down later.<br/>“I also wanted to know if you did upgrades or custom jobs.”