<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=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<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>21th December 2174 CE, Evening<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>Galley<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Chatting<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Florinthia<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Flo’s response echoed his opinion about the similarities between turians and krogans.  Too bad the council didn’t see it that way.<br/>“Yea, I’ve put a bullet into a few of them too,” Drack grunted.  He was always skeptical of anyone starting things off with ‘honour’ or ‘glory’.  Usually, it meant someone was trying to pull a trick of some sort, get people working for them on some stupid scheme.  To him, honour was something personal, it wasn’t something that could be passed down or born with.  As for glory, he didn’t need it.  A stack of credits and a solid work reputation was more useful than glory.<br/>“I will admit there is something special about Tuchanka though,” he stated.  “It might be a barren wasteland of death, but it’s my barren wasteland of death.  Kalros is supposed to be the mother of all thresher maws, and if that isn’t a great planetary heritage thing, I don’t know what is.  Be a damn tourist attraction if she wasn’t likely to eat you.”<br/><br/>Judging from her chuckling, Drack guessed that she had her own fair share of ‘dereliction of duty’.  Well, she was young and it was a good time to fuck around.  Experiment a bit, figure out what she liked and didn’t like.  He didn’t really have much to say about that, but the comment about his cooking had him bristle.<br/>“Hey, the people I had to cook for weren’t the type to be big on politeness,” the old krogan replied gruffly.  “Rough bastards all of them.  But they ate what I put in front of them and made only a few rude comments, which means it was practically gourmet.”<br/>Admittedly that was compared to what they normally ate, which was usually field rations, but that was neither here nor there.  The point was that he wasn’t some rank amateur: he had put real time into it, just like every other skill he had carefully honed across the centuries.<br/><br/>“I’d be surprised that the council put up with the batarians for so long if it wasn’t for the fact that I know it was easier for the council to put up with the batarians than to actually do something about them,” Drack stated dryly.  The council could talk about galactic peace all they’d like, but it really came down to their own interests and maintaining power.  Getting them to end slavery would have been too much of a hassle, much easier to let people get taken and make a big fuss about it when it was found out without actually doing anything meaningful.<br/>“There’s a lot of smart people on this ship, someone is bound to figure it all out.  What I’m interested in is what happens after a cure is developed and is distributed.  If it is the batarians, are they going to finally get spanked for it or is this all going to be explained away and get hush-hush for the sake of ‘keeping peace in the galaxy’?”<br/>It was pretty obvious what he thought about the latter scenario.<br/><br/>“So, your father uses his position to keep interfering with your career?  What an ass,” Drack snorted derisively.  “If the turian councillor is already sizing you up for citadel work, why didn’t you outright leave?  You already have a job lined up for you and there’s no future in having your father dictate your career.”<br/>He didn’t know who her father was, but it didn’t matter either.  Rank did not intimidate him.<br/>“If you’re good, you’re good, and you’ll be able to make your way anywhere.”<br/>The krogan grunted when Flo talked about biotics, “People get too worked up about biotic powers.  It’s a tool like anything else, with its own fair share of drawbacks.”<br/>Biotics didn’t frighten or awe him at all.  He recognized its utility and respected the danger it could pose, but no more than he would a useful piece of equipment or a particularly deadly firearm.  Admittedly, having an asari for an older sister who later became a justicar did take some of the mystique out of it.