<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>Cargo Bay Area<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Making His Presence Known<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Jackiro, Sink<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Hearing the cybernetic human's retort, Drack guffawed in his deep gravely voice.  Maybe this mission wouldn't be as bad as he thought.  If he decided to put the human's head through a table, he'd make sure it was at least a thin table first.  Though depending on what else got replaced with metal, maybe he wouldn't have to be so choosy.  He could always test the human first with a headbutt.  That such an action might be considered overly hostile didn't occur to the krogan, he was used to doing things at his own pace.  Most of the crew looked to be non-human and most people had a general understanding of what his species were like.  If the humans on board were unused to krogans, well, they could learn through trial by fire.<br/><br/>The salarian got a grunt for a response.<br/>“Anyone making a cocktail out of ryncol shouldn't be drinking ryncol,” Drack grumbled as he made his way deeper into the ship, making sure to go in a different direction than the salarian.  Which, in a way, was true. Most people shouldn't be drinking something that only krogans could take multiple shots of and not destroy their livers or cause them to vomit profusely.  If someone needed to cut it to make it survivable, they shouldn't be drinking it in the first place.  Ryncol would be wasted on them.<br/><br/>Thinking about drink, the krogan hurried towards his room.  He might be out of ryncol, but maybe something could be scrounged up somewhere.