<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cc/d3/eb/ccd3eb851ec1e8945ab9e1e139a25276.jpg)<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Blue Team</span></span></div></div><br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Florinthia 'Flo' Legiticus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779216#msg15779216)<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>Biotic Weapon, and Requisition Officer<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 23rd, 2174 CE – Early Morning<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Standard Light-Turian Battle-Armour (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/88/a6/c5/88a6c5fa0d53cfd872f6439aba67b6bc.jpg), covered with a black, intentionally dirty overcoat (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/13/12/65/131265812555a182af8997805d6b2016.jpg). White Markings.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION &amp; DISTRICT:</span></strong>Omega | Docks<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Mission Status: Awkward.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Viella, Drack, Se’Faema<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Florinthia wasn't sure if she was more happy to see her old mentor, or frustrated by Drack's over-bearing cockiness. Once again, she was probably blowing it out of proportions but lord knows did she feel his little remarks grating on her carapace. Perhaps it was a symptom of living for so long, but he just felt like he assumed he was always right, and it drove her mad!<br/><br/>Combine that with Viella's presence; the woman who had taught her to weaponise and respect the thing that she as a child thought was a tumorous growth that had ruined her destiny, and shattered her chance to be the daughter her father could be proud of, and it was fair to say that Flo was...twitchy. “<strong>Y-yeah...</strong>” She said in reply to Viella's brief praise. Part of her almost reverted back to her childish insistance of calling her once-teacher 'Matriarch.' Once a show of respect for the woman's talents, wisdom, and age, now Flo wondered if it was taboo or not. It had the unfortunate side effect of also basically calling the woman old, and in front of her lover – As Drack so bluntly and tactlessly announced to every Omega resident within a half-mild radius.<br/><br/>Fae’s comment at least broke the awkwardness, and had the Turian snort a little. Her eyes narrowed at the retreating Hanar, the whites of the Palavan based Facial-Markings almost snapping together like tribal white shark-teeth as she did. “<strong>I'd bet at least four at once.</strong>”<br/><br/>Drack suggested the Market be their first stop, and Flo was inclined to agree. “<strong>The only other obvious plan would be to try and find out who has been handing out this 'job' that the schmucks were doing on Reetix. Could try and bribe a Ganger to give us an in, but that'll take a lot of time we probably don't have.</strong>” Good Cloak-and-Dagger work took time. It took an age to build up stories, and connections, and respect. Those were the credits used to trade for information, and that simply wasn't an option. They might stumble into something at the Market, but it wasn't the ideal way to do things, that was for sure.