<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cc/d3/eb/ccd3eb851ec1e8945ab9e1e139a25276.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779216#msg15779216): Florinthia 'Flo' Legiticus </span></strong><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Turian<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Biotic Weapon and Requisition Officer<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 20th, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span> Casual synthetic top and 'pants' with a nice brown jacket. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ee/10/f7/ee10f772225f872df8cc7c242d7e19ec.jpg)</strong><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Kalanhai Bottom Deck | Engineering<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Malcolm Thomas<em>Mentioned: Sam, Sonen, Nito, Jackiro</em><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>Twelve hours.<br/><br/>She'd had about twelve fucking hours of freedom from her bedrest and her mandated isolation, and of course she was already inundated with work.<br/><br/>Requisition Officer wasn't ever a popular role on a ship, because fundamentally it was her job to tell people 'No.' Thankfully, Florinthia was not the sort of Turian who minded telling people no. She enjoyed it, often enough in fact. Some people just needed to be told that their ideas were just plain wrong.<br/><br/>Take Nito's requisition form. The Botanist had put in a request for six new UV Lamps in order to 'Grow more unique and valuable herbal assets.' Flo had figured out that the fool was probably just going to grow more hallucinogenics, like it was some sort of a secret; so of course she had to say no.<br/><br/>Then there was Sonon. He had requested a pocket-sized bomb defusal kit and an Omnitool VI Program that could scan foodstuffs for explosives. She couldn't even imagine a world where a Comms Guy would need that kit, and even if she could; why would she fork out their limited funding on<em>that?</em>No. Next!<br/><br/>Then she got to the reasonable requests. The Doc who'd been looking after her had requisitioned additional antibiotics, while some Salarian was putting in requests for improved respirators. Those were easy Yeses. Even<em>she</em>wasn't a bitch enough to laugh away the need for medication and breathing.<br/><br/>Some jobs required a more hands on approach, and that was what had led her to the Engineering Bay on the Ship's upper deck. She was in the elevator, a digital pad with a requisition form in one hand, and a trio of metallic orbs in the other. The steel orbs glowed a thrumming Biotic blue as she tried to focus her power on them, remembering the precious memories of lessons from a lifetime ago. Concentration, breathing, focus, calm,<br/><br/>...frustration, boredom, indignation, fury...<br/><br/>The Elevator shuddered to a stop, and the Turian's concentration broke. The balls dropped, nearly hitting the floor with a loud thunk. Thankfully the Adept's quick application of her powers stopped the noisy clatter of steel on steel. She sighed, before pocketing the metallic orbs and moving into the Engineering bay. She was a little wobbly on her feet, but she'd dressed about as casually as a Turian could, considering she still wasn't clear for active duty. Spirits, the boarding party would be hitting landfall with the next few hours...<br/><br/>Instead, her time was spent being busy. Busy was better than nothing, and her pile of work would only grow if left unattended; like a weed. She didn't know who she was looking for, but the name seemed like it was probably a human male's? She wasn't expecting much, but as her slim mandibles twitched in a motion that mouthed the name before she said it, she finally called out into the expanse of the Engineering bay.<br/><br/>“<strong>Malcolm Thomas? I'm looking for a Malcolm? Got a requisition order I want to review before I make my decision.</strong>” She found herself leaning against a wall after her moment of volume, re-applying herself to the application of her Biotics. The trio of metal spheres span in a circle, orbiting some invisible star of her willpower. She wasn't an expert at Throwing things around, or creating singularities, but it was still important practice. Not every situation called for tearing apart the fabric of reality or flesh, or crushing someone with Biotics, after all. Sometimes, it was better to just play it slow, and smart...<br/><br/>...Gods, she sounded like her Dad.