<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>Armoury<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Talk Shop<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Maxine<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Drack chuckled at Maxine’s threat, even as his gaze fixated on the gun she held in her hands.  Other species might have been off-put by it, but for krogan, that was a show of strength which earned approval.  And the occasional challenge.<br/>“No, but if that gun can do what you say it can, she did teach me to kill, steal or buy one for her,” he replied with a toothy grin.   “In that order.”<br/>If it wasn’t for the fact that his mother was dead, and a long time ago too, he would have tried to bring one back for her.  Something that could take down a krogan easily would have helped her protect herself in the female camp from other rival krogan clans.  Unfortunately, it was too late for that but Drack had long since gotten over his rage and grief.<br/><br/>“Your friend got up close and personal with some asari commandos and lived?  Well, that means they weren’t trying to kill him then.  Probably fucked a bunch, maybe that’s why he doesn’t want to say anything.  I don’t know how reserved humans are about sex.”<br/>Drack took the prototype from Maxine and handled it with care, as if he was being passed an infant.  Of course, one didn’t immediately then look the infant over, inspecting it from every angle, and then try to get a feel of its balance.<br/>“If you want stories though, I can tell you some of my own stories about asari commandos.  Working for and against, take your pick, though any merc can tell you that just knowing they might show up means you’re in for a real pain the quads.”<br/>He paused and directed his attention away from the gun to look the armourer up and down,  “Do humans have four testicles?  You only have two, right?   Then it’s a real pain in the twins for humans.”<br/><br/>The old krogan was unperturbed when Maxine told him the gun was still unstable, he was confident that he was tough enough and experienced enough to survive a malfunction, but the mention of a ‘controlled scenario’ resulted in a long pause.<br/>“Wait, are you telling me you’d let me test this? ” he asked carefully, before chortling in a manner anyone who knew krogans would describe as ‘alarming’.   “Heh heh heh, oh I like you.  You’ve got a set of qu- pair of twins on you.”<br/>Most people he knew wouldn’t have handed a krogan a gun that could apparently cause singularities.  They certainly wouldn’t have then brought up the possibility of it needing testing.  He wasn’t sure how much she knew about krogans and their reputation, but if she was willing to let him in on any experiments that needed to be done, he wasn’t going decline.<br/><br/>“Bah, council.”<br/>Ordinarily he would have slammed his fist down on a table or punch a wall, but Maxine had been kind enough to hand him a piece of very deadly weaponry, so he didn’t want to damage her workshop at all.<br/>Instead, he settled for angry grumbling,  “Bunch of damn bureaucrats and politicians.  They like to talk about the greater good and preserving galactic peace, but you’ll notice how when it comes down to it, they’re all about protecting their own asses first.  They might allow species to have embassies on the citadel, but do you know how long it’s been since they’ve added someone onto the council?  Centuries, and the last one was the damn turians.  You’re smart to not rely on them.  They less you depend on them, the better, since you can’t depend on them at all.”<br/><br/>Further grumblings were halted when he was asked about any upgrades he had in mind.<br/>“Nothing in particular, I wanted to check if you could make more of these, and see if you had any insights.  I keep up-to-date on the latest weapons tech, and I know what most of the big words mean, but there’s a difference between knowing the words and making something useful out of them.”<br/>He jerked a finger upwards in the general direction of his room.<br/>“I have a second crate upstairs, with some of the really custom and hard to get stuff in there,”  he informed her.   “Figured if the stuff I brought down now couldn’t get made, no sense in bringing the rest.  But if this is something you can do; I’ll stop by another time with the rest.”<br/><br/>Looking at the gun in his hands, Drack had the krogan equivalent of a thoughtful look, sometimes synonymous with contemplating mayhem.<br/>“You wouldn’t happen to know of a space that could be used for, what did you call it, a ‘controlled scenario’?  Seems like a waste to wait around to see if those changes you made work or not, and you’d want someone with redundant organs to test things out in case things go wrong.”