<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/53/5a/27/535a276643a925fc52d3cb63adec880e.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong><acronym title="Loose">Luus</acronym>Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726956#msg15726956)<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>Merc/Demolitionist Vanguard<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><strong>DATE:</strong></span>20th, December 2174 CE - Evening<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>As Shown<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Brig<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Vengeful<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Ashton, Ipako | Closed<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>He watched, eyes gleaming in amusement as she toyed with the bastard slung over her shoulders. But that gleam turned sour when she mentioned Mindoir. "Hm, so he's had this comin' a long time," he said. In truth, it wasn't necessary that the batarian turned out to be a terrorist. He'd already sealed his fate this day. "Well then, thank you for your contribution, and I will have to buy Jackiro a drink--or whatever he likes. Don't know the man well just yet."<br/><br/>He inhaled and let loose a deep breath as he thought on this process of doling out justice. It was too swift by a longshot, even with his dangling humiliation carrying on. Even when he crashed to the ground, cracking an already broken nose, he could do little but glower at the man. "This one killed one of mine today. That's enough reason for me." There was a cruel coldness in his voice as he met the batarian's four eyes, squatting down and grinning through the pain of it to get a good hard look at him. "You hit the end of the line. Pray to who or whatever will hear you out."<br/><br/>Then he stood, kicked the killer in his smashed nose for good measure, and fixed the security officer with a smile. He couldn't know if she would recognize it in his mandibles, but was sure she would see it in his eyes, even if the light was dimmer there. "I'm Luus. Luus Remeril. Feel it's good to know the name of the person you're about to share a cigar and an execution with."