<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/mH9gDKY.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Maxine Petrovna (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15749806#msg15749806)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Human<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Armory Chief<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Standard Blacks (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/40/53/6e/40536ec5dd718a8833213a9534759eb9.jpg)<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>Holy headbutt.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Jay, Namir, Sink, Drack<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>While working on an interspecies crew was as new to Maxine as artificial gravity, the idea of it didn’t turn her stomach as much as she thought it might. Still, she was lukewarm at best. From what she understood, the reason her services were required in the first place were because some of their own lot had wound up sick beyond repair. She might have found it easier to tolerate if the majority of the aliens she’d encountered hadn’t proven themselves to be one of two things: intolerably chatty or insufferably pretentious.<br/><br/>It was easy to guess which sort the flitty little Asari down at the other end of the bar would be. It seemed she had a smile for everyone, no matter how ill-advised that may have been. With features like that, Max imagined she might have been able to work the relentless charm angle, too.<br/><br/>Just wasn’t really her style, she supposed.<br/><br/>She was quickly distracted from her assessment, however, by a decidedly more masculine voice. Maxine had already made herself familiar with the Chief Engineer during boarding. Reading his file hadn’t offered her enough insight; just looking at him, he was more synth than man. Things like that didn’t always translate well into the written word.<br/><br/><strong>“Womanpower will do, Sinclair. I’ve got it under control.”</strong><br/><br/>Jacob could offer her as much help as he wanted-- hell, he could even try to force it on her-- and she wouldn’t accept. He didn’t seem the type to have meant it in a pig-headed<em>manly-man</em>sort of way, but Maxine always found that her job was a little easier when she simply handled business by herself. Besides, the last thing she needed was more engineers in her shit.<br/><br/>She could manage her own overthinking just fine, thank you very much.<br/><br/>Before she could retreat to the solace of her own company once more, she was cornered-- well, as much as one could be cornered from over the polished lip of a bar. As the bouncy Asari bartender leaned in to introduce herself, Maxine leaned away in kind.<br/><br/>She didn’t know much about Asari, but she wondered what kind of bullshit voo-doo powers they had that allowed them to see right through her every time. She slapped a hand over the pack of crackers she’d been hoarding, self-conscious at Jay’s suggestion that she looked as ill as she felt.<br/><br/><strong>“Have you ever even <em>seen</em> a chicken?”</strong><br/><br/>Thankfully, another newcomer was soon on his way to absorb some of the unwanted attention. For a Krogan, he was stealthier than she’d expected. Though his footfall was light, his weight still betrayed him in the end, rattling the ground as he approached the bar, requested a drink, and--<br/><br/>Full on<em>headbutted</em>their Chief Engineer.<br/><br/>Suddenly grateful for her choice in seating, Maxine swiped her snack closer to her chest to avoid becoming collateral damage. Chaos unfolded swiftly around her as she nonchalantly placed a cracker salt-side down on her tongue. Sinclair fell back into the man who had been introduced to her by Jay as Namir before toppling to the floor mere inches from where Maxine’s boots dangled.<br/><br/>Blood and booze spilled on day one. No Alliance mission had ever been this entertaining.<br/><br/>Eyebrow quirked, Maxine bent at the waist to offer Jacob a hand up.<br/><br/><strong>“What do you think, Sinclair? Bein’ headbutted by a Krogan better than being made into a… what was it, <em>mutant mummy</em>?”</strong>