<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>Well la di da oh my a SPECTRE how fancy...<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Damn near everyone, open<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Jarv was severely disappointed that he had only managed to wound the asari before he put his gun down, and even more disappointed when the high and mighty SPECTRE decided to do what he had denied Jarv, kill the bitch. Still, he didn't move until the turian spoke further, four dark eyes narrowing in the direction of one of the Councils lapdogs. Just like them to show up at a place like this. He shouldn't complain, they usually know what they're doing, but they sure counterbalance it by acting like they own the place just because three uppity pyjaks in a tower called the special.<br/><br/>The eyes narrowed further at the command. Course he had to make it difficult, line up with the sods who'd started the whole mess. Couldn't tell by the fact he was clearly shooting away from doc, no sir, couldn't tell anything from a position or anything, bloody turians. As such Jarv didn't move for a good few moments, enough for the SPECTRE to get closer and shake his head at him, something that earnt him what any batarian would say was a murder glare, fortunately, few aliens could make out anything in a batarians eyes with any degree of certainty, though it was obviously not a happy glare. He didn't say a word to him, knowing that would just start more trouble, so eventually, Jarv began to move off.<br/><br/>Then Drack came to the rescue. Jarv took a note that he owed the krogan a drink or twelve. "Cheers, Drack." It was all he said. He had also clearly not gone towards the merc line up of shame, considering the matter already done and sorted after Drack had given his input.