<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/cc9cf901ea0624deecb41c680c21c2f0/tumblr_p2el30QIkb1vv8bc4o1_500.png)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Jarv Valak (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=335654.msg15965415#msg15965415)<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>Hired Security<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 18th, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Battered old battle armour, still clean though<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>Little aggressive negotiations<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Drack, Sam, Zel, open<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Now, Jarv was not a subtle batarian at the best of times and he wasn't subtle at all when his mood was up and he had a mind for punching and stabbing, in short, he could usually be counted on to do something aggressive when the time called for it. Aggressive was just what Jarv did when he finally saw the stun grenade as it was tossed around him and towards the Asari, four eyes come in handy. He did not even think for a moment that he was supposed to look after the other salarian, she was a salarian, if anyone could get out of a tricky situation it would be them. Unless... say... they had an irate batarian within grenade lobbing range nearby.<br/><br/>All but diving back Jarv hit the ground rolling, aiming for any scrap of cover he could find, while at the same time grabbing a hold of a concussion grenade on his belt and chucked it at the gaggle of mercs, it was a manoeuvre he'd pulled over a dozen times in the triple-A arena. Concussion grenades were never fun to be on the opposite side of, they were designed for offensive use, for crippling as many enemies as possible with simple explosive force instead of shrapnel. Less deadly, but easier on cleanup. To make matters worse, this particular grenade had an impact fuse, it would go off as soon as it hit the ground near Juko's feet.