<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;">DATE:</span></strong>20th December 2174 CE, Late Evening<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>Galley<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Late Night Munchies<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Jay | Arcus (M)| Kandok (M)| Luus (M) | Sink (M) | Viella (M)<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div>It was late into the evening, and the only light illuminating the galley came from within the kitchen, spilling out of the service window.  Inside was not the surly drell of a cook that was normally present but Drack, the krogan a picture of concentration as he whisked at the contents of a metal bowl sitting over a steaming pot of water, the kitchen utensil comically small in his large hand.  He had developed a hankering for a late-night snack and rather than going through the hassle of bothering the drell only to be rudely rejected in the end, he had forgoed asking for permission and went to take care of it himself.  The kitchen was well-stocked with ingredients and equipment, he had been able to find everything he was looking for once he figured out what some of the human ingredients were equivalent to, and started cooking once he had everything prepped.  While he was a brute, he hated messy or disorganized workstations, so his ingredients and utensils were all neatly arranged for good workflow.<br/><br/>Today had been a day.  Klixen and harvesters, they made for good fighting if you were prepared but unfortunately, they hadn’t been.  Out of the twelve that had gone down to the moon, Coaf was dead, Arcus and Kandok were on death’s door, Sam had a broken leg and Luus and Sink were injured.  That meant a third of their team in casualties and only around half coming back relatively unharmed.  Didn’t take a genius to know those weren’t good numbers, not good numbers at all.  It might not be as bad if Arcus and Kandok managed to pull through in the end, but if they didn’t, it wouldn't be all that surprising if the mood turned dark and somber on the Kalanhai.  Either the information they had managed to retrieve needed to be so good most people could believe the losses were worth it, or they needed the following mission to be a rousing success in order to turn things around.<br/><br/>On the other hand, Viella was on board, so hey, that vastly improved the day for him.  It was a shame he hadn’t found out sooner, and he still hadn’t had a chance to sit down with her yet, but they’d have more than enough opportunities pretty soon.  He hadn’t been able to meet with his sister as often as he liked once she had stopped being a justicar but it was definitely a lot more often than during the centuries she spent as one.  That was a shitty time.  Well, she was doing what she wanted, so good on her, it just wasn’t all that great for him, certainly a little lonely before his girls came along.  Now the two of them would have plenty of time together.  It wouldn’t be like the old days on Tuchanka, the two of them raising all sorts of hell together, but maybe there’d be some Blood Pack they could fight.  That’d be nice, some good ol’ family bonding time over the dead bodies of their enemies.<br/><br/>All of those thoughts and considerations swirled around in the back of his mind, it was the work in front of him now that required the majority of his attention.  He’d hate to admit it out loud, but there was something soothing to be found in cooking that he couldn’t find anywhere else, not even drinking.  Lifting up the whisk, he nodded once he saw that the consistency was right.  Taking the metal bowl off of the pot, he placed it in a slightly larger bowl filled with ice water and salt and began to whisk some more, rapidly cooling the contents.  Once this was done, he could pop it into the fridge, along with the other thing he had prepared, and work on the last component before he could finally get it all put together and enjoy his snack with something alcoholic.