<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/3dc001aa-e32c-47d9-908e-b483d4ea33e5/d6t76df-efe9e558-15a6-4d93-baab-b2eb62d9ecb7.jpg/v1/fill/w_800,h_843,q_75,strp/batarian_soldier__merchandise_available__by_ibbitmonster_d6t76df-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3siaGVpZ2h0IjoiPD04NDMiLCJwYXRoIjoiXC9mXC8zZGMwMDFhYS1lMzJjLTQ3ZDktOTA4ZS1iNDgzZDRlYTMzZTVcL2Q2dDc2ZGYtZWZlOWU1NTgtMTVhNi00ZDkzLWJhYWItYjJlYjYyZDllY2I3LmpwZyIsIndpZHRoIjoiPD04MDAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.CXBKZ9-yH-9g3SmRCzhBAM--AyjYuQV2o4DhcTifNtE)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Jarv Valak (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15810776#msg15810776)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Batarian<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Mercenary and Demolitionist<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 22nd 2174, 21:34<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>His banged up armour (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/78/5f/8c/785f8cb9ac2a75dff3169af8121eaa78.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION &amp; DISTRICT:</span></strong>Omega, Afterlife<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Drinkin'<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Unito, Telari<br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Jarv took another deep gulp of his beer, ignoring the taste and simply enjoying the booze for what it was. All the while, he leant against the bar and listened to Unito, his brows occasionally furrowing.<strong>"So they don't have mechs or something to do it for em?"</strong>For a batarian, Jarv was remarkably aware of the pointlessness of slavery in the modern age, why have something that can rebel, needs feeding and needs to use the bloody bathroom at least once a day when a mech was usually better... Though he did always remind himself so long as people paid for it it wasn't really a concern of his.<br/><br/>He nodded slightly, guessing more than knowing what she meant.<strong>"Riiight. Seems like a pretty shite deal to me. I get it, thanking the polite sods for helping you lot escape the planet, but still, ain't exactly a great deal. Work for them and then die of... what? Drowning in air I guess?"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Gonna tell me who that turian is as well? Or should I try guessin', pass some time?"</strong>