<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/cc9cf901ea0624deecb41c680c21c2f0/tumblr_p2el30QIkb1vv8bc4o1_500.png)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Jarv Valak (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=335654.msg15965415#msg15965415)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Batarian<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Hired Security<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 18th, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Battered old battle armour, still clean though<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Enlil.  Docking Bay Victor 12<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Completely serious and not at all insulting talk<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Ash, Luus<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Jarv groaned a little to himself as he assumed the position in the lineup of other mercs. At least he was near two of the better ones. Luus was alright, as was Ash, so long as she didn't go on a running with her mouth... which it seemed was exactly her plan. He crossed his arms and again raised a hairless brow as he listened to her rambling nonsense about a hypothetical origin story for the massive cyborg. As it went on it did manage to draw a chuckle from Jarv. "Nah..." He began offering his own version. "Self-aware toaster that's spent the last decade grafting itself a human body all in the name of avenging the vicious loss of toaster life during the First Contact War. Only when he found a turian they bribed him with the very best quality palaven bread and now he's here politely asking people on his side to line up with the average scum out of Omega... Or something. Also a good fifty/fifty he heard all this."<br/><br/>He glanced down with his four eyes and happily took one of the cigarettes, taking out his own lighter to light his and then hold it out for Ash to light her own against. Taking a drag of it, he thought on her question. "Depends really." He said with a shrug.  "If the SPECTRE has a brain we'll be fine soon as Drack beats sense into his head. If not... Suppose we just try getting out of here. Wouldn't feel right though, leaving Doc alone with a SPECTRE and self aware toaster. At least Drack knows the asari, one good thing about that lot."