<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=335654.msg15962217#msg15962217)<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;">DATE:</span></strong>18th December 2174 CE<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>Enlil.  Docking Bay Victor 12<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Troubling Situation<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Jarv, Sam<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>“The barricades?  Hmm, the barricades,” Drack mused out loud.  “Well, we haven't gotten too much attention from those monsters, for now, so they're holding, for now.  We get clusters of roamers who want to see what all the noise is about and take a peak, and we've learned that if avoid drawing their attention, sometimes they go away.  Other times they get too close and we have to take them down.”<br/>The trick was determining how close was too close.  It varied on size of the groups.  Fire too soon and there was a risk of alerting even more of the monsters farther out.  Fire too late and there was a risk of being overrun.  So far, they had the benefit of overwhelming firepower, but the Krogan wasn't certain how long that benefit would last.  The enemy seemed pretty mindless, but there were still those bastards who set everything off in the first place and ill-timed sabotage could get them all killed.  But seeing how stressed out Sam was, he didn't want to raise that possibility in front of her.<br/>“I'd say good, but it can always be better.  Just a matter of finding more materials and weapons.”<br/><br/>Seeing the Batarian approach, Drack gave him a nod of acknowledgement, “Jarv.”<br/>He didn't often work with Batarians, and he didn't like the Hegemony, but give the man his due, Jarv knew his shit and did it pretty well.  In a situation like theirs, that's all the Krogan really needed.<br/>“So even you can't do anything to make those protein bars taste good huh?” he looked at the ration in the Batarians hand.  “That's a shame.  I'm reaching a point where I might need to skip every other meal.”<br/>He wouldn't really, drawing from his hump unnecessarily was stupid.  But the bars were unpalatable and he was growing desperate something different.  And damn did he miss ryncol.<br/><br/>Drack's attention was drawn back to Sam and when he heard what she had to say, he could only sigh and nod.<br/>“Well shit kid, I could have told you that.  They preach galactic harmony and cooperation, but they only have their interests at heart.”<br/>Now he could really use some ryncol.  The creds didn't matter too much to him, he took the money for professional reasons, but he knew others wouldn't be like him.  Some of them were already on the verge of cutting and running anyways, others were strictly here for pay.  Once the news got out, they'd be booking it out of here in a heartbeat, which would make holding the barricades that much harder.  And that didn't take into account how violently they'd react to the news.  There was a good chance he'd need to kill a few of them, convince the others to at least leave peacefully instead of venting their anger on the poor girl.<br/>“It's going to be rough when you tell the others the news.”<br/><br/>Speaking of mercs he would need to kill, he focused on the group that had slunk their way towards the little meeting he was having.  Juko was on the other side of the spectrum compared to Jarv, and he'd been itching to kill the salarian for some time.  He certainly planned on it assuming they survived this mess.  And now the piece of pyjak shit was presenting himself in front of the Krogan, acting all cocky as if they were worth something. While the Salarian and his gang were focusing on Sam, Drack used the distraction and her and Jarv as cover to palm a stun grenade out of one his armoured compartments with one hand and subtly gripped his pistol with the other.<br/>“Sure I don't mind sharing,” Drack growled, stepping forward, growing larger as he no longer comfortably slouched but stood up at his full height.  “I was just talking about how I was sick of these protein bars and I've been craving something else.”<br/>The krogan looked Juko up and down, “Times like this make me think of home cooking, like my grandma's recipe for Salarian liver.  She always had to use a substitute, couldn't ever get her hands on the real thing.  Jarv's a good cook, I bet he'd do a good job if I gave him the recipe.  And depending on how bad of a mood I'm in, he might not need to make any substitutions.”<br/><br/>Was it inflammatory?  Yes, but all pretenses of civility were lost when Juko and his gang were deliberately going out of their way to stir up trouble and foment dissent.  He had seen this sort of thing happen before in his long career; it was better to nip this behaviour in the bud right now by standing up and slapping it down hard rather than let them constantly push.  Otherwise, they'd eventually push Sam into a dead end, and he liked the girl too much to see that happen.  While he was legitimately angry with them, he was still cool-headed enough to want to bait them into hasty and stupid action, give him all the reason to put them down once and for all under the guise of 'self-defence', or have them retreat with their tail between the legs.  Either way, he was primed and ready to go, and being willing to fight and kill before the other side was ready had it's own advantage.