<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/>Drack grunted dismissively, “Right, and my quads will magically turn into quints that make krogan females fertile.”<br/>It didn't look like either of them held any optimism for the future in regard to batarian race relations with humans, or any other race really, so there wasn't any point to talking about it any more.  Well, it wasn't any skin of his hump if things continued the way they were, just meant there would continue to be assassination contracts out there for him to pick up, taking out slavers and what not.  Usually paid well and made for a story that everyone could enjoy when he told them to the kids.<br/><br/>“Sounds like your Kabalim has her head on right, just too bad she didn't boot your ass into gear harder.”<br/>To Drack, Flo was over complicating the hell out of a situation that could really benefit from a few very simple solutions, but he put it up to one of the ways turians and krogans were culturally different.  Maybe that was how a race liked to pass themselves out as sophisticated: over blowing an issue that shouldn't have been one in the first place and making things needlessly complicated.  Well, Flo would figure it out eventually, or she wouldn't and be subsequently miserable for a lot longer than she really had to be.  Which was a shame, because while he didn't like turians as a whole, individually he could take them as they came and the requisition officer was a pretty decent drinking partner.  He had been pretty blunt with his viewpoints so far and she had been taking them in stride without complaint.<br/><br/>The old krogan sat up a little straighter, eager and proud to talk about his sister.<br/>“She was pretty much the best damn old sister you could want,” he boasted.  “Despite not having any krogan genes, she was definitely half-krogan at heart.  Definitely had a temper during her maiden years, but she's cooled down over the years.  I guess you'd say she matured.”<br/>Still, he knew that somewhere inside of her was a young hellion waiting to break out and kick some ass if sufficiently roused.  It'd be fun when it eventually happened and he'd be right there beside her, making the collateral damage just that much worse.<br/>“Apparently our father was some krogan war hero.  Wouldn't know, since I never met him, it was her and my mother who raised me ever since I hatched.  I remember being carried around, swung around, biotically tossed around and just spent a lot of time together in general.  She was the one who taught me to think for myself and be myself rather than just another follower.”<br/>He grinned, “I'm still pretty krogan, but I chose to be that way because it felt right to me.”<br/><br/>“Then she up and left one day to become a Justicar.”<br/>There was a frown, a sigh, and then a resigned shrug, “Well, it was what she wanted for herself, and I wasn't going to argue against it since I decided I wanted to be a sniper.  Meant we weren't in contact for a long, long time, until one day she was done being a Justicar.”<br/>Part of him was delighted that he effectively got his sister back, but at the same time, he knew that she hadn't exactly left under the best circumstance, and probably would have stayed a Justicar if whatever happened hadn't happened.<br/>“She means the world to me, as important to me as my kids.  She likes them too and they like their aunt and grandaunt, though thankfully none of them want to take after her.”