<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/53/5a/27/535a276643a925fc52d3cb63adec880e.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong><acronym title="Loose">Luus</acronym>Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726956#msg15726956)<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>Brig<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Vengeful<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Ashton, Ipako | Closed<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Luus marched through the sleek metallic halls of the<em>Kalanhai</em>, determined and proud in spite of his bandage-wrapped torso and the visible burn marks upon his unclothed flesh and carapace. Every once in awhile, with a wrong twist or turn, he would let loose a quieted grunt as the sizzling pain struck his nerves harder.<br/><br/>It was a nuisance, and the doctors had pleaded with him to stay and wait to be better looked at--to rest and recuperate under their watchful eyes--but he had some personal business to take care of. And besides, he'd dealt with worse before.<br/><br/>Fortunately, the walk was a little shorter than he expected. As on his way to the 'interview room' within the brig, he found his target slung over the shoulder of a tall, beautiful human woman. "Just the man I wanted to see," he said, casting a cold look at Ipako. Then his gaze met Ash's. "You're the security officer who met us when we got back. Brief meeting, but I could never forget those eyes." A deep, lightly rasped and reverberating chuckle followed, but was cut short as he tilted forward and held an arm to his burnt abdomen. On closer inspection, it would be clear to Ash that his bandages were hastily done, and self-applied.<br/><br/>"I wanted a few words with this Batarian. Or, more than words, really. Are you done with him?" There was something in his eyes as they flashed to Ipako's. Something dark and malevolent, yet tinged by excitement.