<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;">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>'Socializing'<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Jacob, Jay, Maxine, Namir<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Drack watched the man flail about as he fell backwards, crashing into the other human behind him in the process, before both of them fell to the ground.  Definitely no metal skull there, and now he was wondering just how sturdy those metal limbs really were.<br/>“Pull yourself together, you’re not that badly hurt,” the krogan grumbled.  “I could feel you pulling back at the last moment.  That may as well have been a kiss to the forehead.  I’ve got more sympathy for your spilled drink.”<br/>Credit where credit was due, the human had reacted pretty quickly to the sudden blow and he didn’t faint at all.  That was enough for the old krogan to not completely look down on him, even if he thought a man with so much metal in him should be tougher.<br/>“Didn’t take the both of you for bleeders.  The ship’s doctor is still in the med-bay, the last time I saw.  Tell her Drack sent you.”<br/><br/>Taking the bottle being handed to him by the asari, the krogan gave her a nod as he sat down at the counter, “Thanks kid.”<br/>Drack looked at the script, not recognizing any of the words.  Damn, he was getting a little too old to be learning any more languages.  But it paid off sometimes to not have to rely on a translator, and with the way humans were making their presence known in the galactic scene, he had a feeling he’d be running into them a lot more often.  Opening the bottle, he took a cautious sniff, and his eyes immediately widened in delight.  This had promise!  The krogan placed the bottle to his lips and took a big swig.<br/>“Hey now, this is pretty good,” he said appreciatively.  It didn’t have the same bold, slightly acrid flavour of ryncol, nor the gut punch that told a krogan his two livers and four kidneys were in for a treat, but it had a clear and strong alcoholic burn.<br/>“Good pick kid, what’s your name?”<br/><br/>As he took another drink, the krogan tilted his head to the side in curiosity, “What’s this about batarians and a fungus?  And what’s a mutant mummy?”<br/>He still hadn’t received a briefing on just what he was being hired for, but from the way the asari was talking, it sounded like she had.  What she was describing sounded like some bio-weapon, doing something to the humans that was less than great.<br/>“Is it the batarians, or do people suspect batarians?  Maybe it’s some turians bitter about losing Shanxi that did it.  Not the first time they used a bio-weapon someone else made,” Drack grunted.  The accusation was groundless, but hearing about a potential bio-weapon brought up old grudges to the surface rather easily.<br/>“Don’t tell the spectre I said that.  Or at least wait until I’m in the same room as him when you do, I want to see his reaction.  It’s fun seeing an angry turian.”<br/><br/>Seeing the tiny human female help the cybernetic human, Sinclair, up, he looked at the other human who was knocked prone, “You, collateral damage, what’s your name?”<br/>This one seemed to be holding up rather well, picking himself off of the ground and taking the blow in stride.  Would have been better if he came up swinging at Drack, but he couldn’t expect the fun of a bar scrap on his first day on board.  Not unless he found that other krogan.<br/>“And you,” Drack looked at the human female, about to call her ‘little girl’ and managing to hold back, “human female, how sturdy are you?  You look like you could keep on your feet.”