<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>Med-bay<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>On the Hunt<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Arcus, Samantha<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Drack's room had been just like the human had said it was: made for a krogan.  It was big enough to comfortably move around in, and all of the furniture inside was built to be sturdy.  Not that there was much, with just a bed, a desk and a chair.  But the bed was big with a firm mattress, something that could resist his own weight pressing down on it, and the chair looked like something he could easily kill someone with if he bashed them with it. That was good krogan furniture to him.  Setting down his cases, he immediately went to sweep the room for any surveillance devices.  He didn't trust anyone on this ship, and he liked his privacy.  Once his room was swept clean, he verified the contents of his cases before closing them and making sure they were securely booby-trapped.  Anyone trying to rummage around would get a very sudden and abrupt surprise.<br/><br/>Exiting his room, though not before setting up a simple trick with thread and tape that matched the colour of his door, the krogan navigated the interior of the ship, following the directions towards the med-bay.  If he was going to set up a still for making ryncol, he was going to need some ingredients for it, and it would be easier to do if he had something with a high alcohol content to start.  As he made his way through the corridors, he watched in amusement at the various reactions from the crew members he met along the way.  Some moved out of his way, others jumped in surprise.  He didn't stop to knock on the door to the med-bay before entering inside, instead barging right on in.<br/><br/>“I'm looking for bottles of alcohol,” Drack stated plainly, almost making it sound like a demand, when he saw the turian and human inside.  He was about to say more when he looked down at the much shorter human.<br/>“Kid, I don't know what you're doing on this ship, but you shouldn't be rummaging around the med-bay.  You'll get into trouble.”<br/>He looked at the turian and growled, “And what are you doing, letting her get into trouble?”