<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/mH9gDKY.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Maxine Petrovna (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15749806#msg15749806)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Human<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Armory Chief<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Standard Blacks (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/40/53/6e/40536ec5dd718a8833213a9534759eb9.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Armory<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Guns, guns, guns.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Drack<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>It was nice to work in an armory with a little<em>thought</em>behind it’s design for once. The area itself was still a touch ramshackle-- Maxine expected nothing less, considering the<em>Kalanhai</em>was more of a freighter than a fighter-- but at the very least the layout was intuitive. She easily zipped around the hexagonal tile atop a rolling chair, one knee tucked under the opposite leg as she slid from worktable to worktable.<br/><br/>Weaponry of all sorts shone proudly beneath the glow of bioluminescent lighting, locked behind well-polished steel caging until it was time for a firefight. Beneath work benches, crate upon crate of various equipment had been stacked and identified with tags; incendiary ammo here, scopes there, it was akin to being in a candy shop.<br/><br/>(She had set a drawer up for sweets, too, the key hung on her neck next to the one meant for the locker.)<br/><br/>She’d made some modifications of her own, naturally, in the few short days they’d been aboard. She’d started first by rigging the sound system to her omni-tool, an upgrade that she was sure the engineers could get busy kissing her ass over if they weren’t a fan. Bass thrummed throughout the entirety of the armory as she chipped away at a fresh set of welds, the crackle of sparks dancing in tune to the beat as they splashed across the tabletop.<br/><br/>They continued their merry little jive even as the door rattled open unexpectedly, music giving way to the telltale clatter of Krogan footfall.<br/><br/>Maxine didn’t so much as flinch, only leaning in closer to complete her handiwork as their resident assassin plopped his trunkful of goods down on one of her workstations.<br/><br/><strong>“Didn’t your mother teach you not to walk in on a lady wielding a prototype capable of slinging Singularities that could level even <em>your</em> sturdy ass?”</strong><br/><br/>Only then did Maxine flip her visor away from her face, revealing a nearly imperceptible smirk. The Krogan had warmed himself to her somewhat with his headbutt stunt in the galley, earning himself a more amicable threat than she usually offered in greeting to those who invited themselves into her workspace.<br/><br/><strong> “Buddy of mine’s been working on this prototype since he got up close and personal with some Asari Commandos. Wouldn’t give me too many details on what that was like, selfish prick, but he did share this shiny new toy with me. C’mere, take a look while I survey your bounty here.”</strong><br/><br/>Plucking her helmet up and away from sweat-sheened forehead, she cradled the freshly modified pistol, passing it into Drack’s care with all the delicacy of a new mother handling an infant.<br/><br/><strong>“Wegner Arms M-490 GSP. Kind of a mouthful, don’t you think? Haven’t come up with something sexier to call it yet, but names were never my strong suit. It’s a little unstable still, but I wouldn’t be opposed to using it in a controlled scenario. Just finished making some changes that hopefully will help with some of the… er, quality control issues observed in field testing.”</strong><br/><br/>Leaning over the trunk, Maxine plucked up a few of his grenades, turning them over gently before replacing them to their original spot. It was a standard kit to be sure, perhaps a little more<em>explosive</em>in variety than she usually expected.<br/><br/><strong>“Upgrades won’t be a problem, if that’s what you’re after. I’m working on diversifying our acquisitions network. You’d think being a council mission and all we’d have more universal access, but we’ve been stonewalled. Think they’re trying a little too hard to keep this shit under wraps.”</strong><br/><br/>She folded her arms and leaned back against the worktable then, smiling proudly down at her handiwork as Drack turned it over in his grasp.<br/><br/><strong>“Is there something in particular you’re after, or you just want me to make sure this is all ship-shape for you?”</strong>