<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 so much for easy<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Drak, Sam<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Jarv chewed absently on one of the protein bars he'd been given for rations that day. He'd of preferred more, a hell of a lot more, or at least something he could bloody cook, but it was all he'd been given and their supply situation was bad enough as it was without him going all gourmet on people. To think though, first time in years he'd properly gotten off the Citadel to a supposed haven of a colony and here he was in a locked-down hanger surviving on scavenged protein bars because some bloody idiots had unleashed a plague of the undead. He'd call it a bad b-vid plot if someone told him it at Chora's Den, only he was now living it, for now anyway.<br/><br/>He was still chewing away when he saw Samantha, his erstwhile employer, walk over to the krogan, Drack. He noted she avoided he lazing about Mercs in the loading bay, which he was distinctly not a part of, technically being on the clock. Which by that he meant he was near a barricade and ready to fill anything stupid enough to come at a fortified position with gunshots the second they did show their decomposing faces. Still, he didn't mind it too much compared to just laying about, that always just felt wrong, they were being paid it was a job and it sure beat simply waiting for the whole thing to end before doing something useful.<br/><br/>He'd also like to know more about what was going on, or at least pass the time doing something other than just chewing on a shitty protein bar, so he wandered over to Samantha and Drack, idly peeling away the wrapper on the lower part of the bar as he came up to them. "Alright boss, Drak." He gave them both a little nod.