<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/b/b1/Luus_full.jpg/396px-Luus_full.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong><acronym title="Luhss">Luus</acronym>Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15725923#msg15725923)<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>Merc/Demolitionist Vanguard<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><strong>DATE:</strong></span>19th, December 2174 CE - Afternoon-ish<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>As Shown<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Cargo Hold<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Look who we have here...<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Odrinne<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Even with his gaming system in hand (and even the trashiest romance and smut games he'd brought for it), boredom crept up on the turian veteran. It was with a heavy heart that he left his room with no idea of where to go or whom he should mingle with. By the sounds of things, they would be reaching their first mission destination in the next day or two, but until then he would have to entertain himself. Or, of course, find others to do it for him.<br/><br/>He resolved to head down to the cargo hold more on a whim than anything else. It seemed a good place to go to throw things around or to dance your troubles away, which meant that someone interesting statistically had to be there. Plus, it was one of the few places he hadn't been quite yet. One of the others being the Containment Lab, of course.<br/><br/>So he left for his near-randomly chosen destination. And what did he find but a familiar face with familiar glowing eyes, tossing heavy objects around. For a moment, it was as if no time had passed since their last meeting. He could still feel the phantom pain of a heavy wooden crate smashing into his head at high velocity as she and her client made their getaway.<br/><br/>"Well well well, I guess the Council's taste in hired help is as good as I thought," he called, mandible raising in equivalence to a grin. It may have been strange to most that he would meet a woman he'd fought against with genuine praise, but in his eyes, she'd earned as much when she proved her worth against him. It was far from a bad thing to have powerful rivals. "Looks like we're on the same side. Been awhile since a job<em>didn't</em>put us at odds." His mandible lowered just a bit, but a spark of playfulness entered his eye in the same motion. "Look out though, I aim to come out of this mission on top, as I often do, and primed for highest bidders. You can be the second baddest merc on this vessel."