<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/802471378249973771/803254145678704710/6b8450ba5543baeeffa1add344fdfe95.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Arcus Aurelion (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727099#msg15727099)<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>Spectre<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>As pictured<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Medical Bay<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Getting called a lousy father<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Sam | Drack | Open<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>The Turian rounded on this demented krogan, eyes narrowed and mandibles clicking in annoyance. "Me, a lousy father? I find it ironic coming from an ancient krogan who mistakes a malnourished and genetically stinted adult for a child and tosses her like a ball. In case you haven't noticed, you can't handle humans like you do krogan. They're fleshy, and soft and weak." At this point he wasn't sure if he was ripping into the Krogans or the humans. He fancied he hit two birds with one stone. Or whatever that human expression was. He internally cursed himself for using a human proverb.<br/><br/>He sighed, scratching the back of his neck with his claws, scanning the impressive facilities of the med-bay once again. He'd done his job of checking out the place, even if he did had to participate in an impromptu human-tossing match with a krogan. It might be time to leave, get going to the other parts of the ship— plus the doctor seemed to be absolutely pissed at them, now. "But I treated you with respect, Dr. Adams. Sam. I rescued you from falling to your death by the krogan's hands."<br/><br/>"I believe there is at least one other. The Citadel loves to employ Krogan, for whatever reason." Probably because they were hardy, and nigh unkillable— if they managed to survived birth, that is. "Don't look at me, Krogan. I'm not about to give myself alcohol poisoning. Try looking for the other Turian on board. Mercenary like, carries himself like some kind of rogue. He looks like the type to indulge." He didn't remember his name (he really should call a meeting or something, like a respectable commanding officer), but he did seem awfully friendly with Sparatus.<br/><br/>He cleared his throat, backing away from the medi-gel containers to give the doctor some space. "I suppose I'll leave you to your devices. Good day, doctor." He glanced at the burly creature, suddenly realising they hadn't even introduced themselves. "Unnamed Krogan. Funny how we seem to forget basic niceties. My name is Arcus Aurelion. Spectre."<br/><br/>With that, he exited the room and continued on his rounds.