<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>Who knows, maybe Third Time will be the charm...</strong>” She said, dry tone trying its best to simply dismiss the talk of war on the basis of it likely getting either uncomfortable or, more likely, heated. Turians and Krogans were both pig-headed enough to argue their side to the death, and both tended to have a big differing on opinions for the Krogan Wars. Neither side would claim they were in the wrong, and that the other side was mostly to blame. Truthfully, it was a messy situation.<br/><br/>If Turian's had an obvious outer ear, Drack would have seen Flo's twitch at the mention of his Justicar sister. Instead, it was a sort of stiffening of the shoulders, and a widening of the eyes that gave away her mix of shock, and of confused excitement. It was a sort of 'Blink-and-you'll-miss-it' reaction, but it was obvious to anyone who'd spent time with Turians. They expressed themselves a lot with their shoulders and their eyes; slouches and shrugs and little wiggles of the limb; as well as the way their brow furrowed, or their pupils shrunk. “<strong>Never said they were perfect. Nothing's perfect...Doesn't mean that I'm not trained to be deadly with it, and it's a lot harder to disarm a Biotic than a Sniper, or a Scout.</strong>” She wasn't trying to ask the obvious, but how could she not at least breach that question? Then again, she'd spent the last who-knows how long telling the Krogan to<em>stop</em>talking about his family. How did she sit through three daughters and a granddaughter without hearing about the Justicar-Sister? “<strong>As for 'Quads' that isn't a problem I suffer from.</strong>” She said, trying not to just blurt out what she was thinking.<br/><br/>Thankfully talk went mostly to politics. She shrugged a little at how quickly he dismissed the idea of the military and the Citadel brawling would be a problem, it was a cultural gulf that would take weeks to explain to an outsider. Boiling down the Turian's stubbornness ingrained into their literal Spiritual Belief would be a hell of a task. Instead, they could focus on the less complicated task. “<strong>Don't really advertise my thoughts to the Cabal; that complicates already complicated work. My Kabalim knows, and she supports it in her own way. She knows how complicated Turian Biotics are in current society. Some major spooks happened after the Emergence wars so...It's either working up the Cabal chain, or looking for an outside deal. At least a Spectre gets dental.</strong>” She chuckled a little at that, trying to make light of what was a very complex situation. She'd had this mental conversation a few hundred times by now. One surly Krogan who wanted to butter her up for a Still wasn't going to change that.<br/><br/>“<strong>Tell me about your sister? I was taught by an Ex-Justicar. She meant a lot to me. One of the reasons I don't march in lockstep to Daddy-Dearest are the lessons she taught me.</strong>” She smiled briefly, then frowned as she remembered a brief mention by the Boy-Scout Engineer of an Asari on board who'd shared that same Teacher's name. It was purely a coincidence, Flo thought. The equivalent of a Steve, or a John Smith.