<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.redd.it/1q26kfsme4ry.png)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Zelgraviana "Zel" Belstris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=335654.msg15963094#msg15963094)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Salarian<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Chemist<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>A rather dingy, dark blue version of this (https://i2.wp.com/i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll98/dacaz/4th%20Quarter%202012/DSCN9339.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong><strong>Enlil</strong>. Docking Bay Victor-12<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Concern, killing with kindness attempts<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Sam, Drack, Jarv, Open<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Glancing outside of her lab for a second, Zel grew quite concerned with what she saw. Two...three mercenaries, all talking to Doctor Samantha? And one of them didn't exactly seem friendly. All of them being unfriendly, of course, would have made Zel nervous for Doctor Samantha. Just one of them made her nervous for her...and anyone else around if things got violent between the mercenaries. The only thing worse than a mercenary group turning on its employer was part of a mercenary group turning on itself, and leaving the employer in the crossfire.<em>Let's see if I can get things calming down a bit.</em><br/><br/>After making sure everything in the lab was as secure as circumstances allowed, Zel calmly, but swiftly, stepped out from the lab, approaching the group while trying to give off the impression that she was unaware of the rising tension. ["Is everything all right over here, Doctor Samantha? I couldn't help but notice these fine mercenary gentlemen talking to you. There's no problems with the barricades, are there? Needing some help shoring up?"<br/><br/>No, it wasn't a barricade issue. Even from Zel's lab, she had a sense that something was potentially worse than that, something that her chemical knowledge had no way of salvaging. The air of nervousness was almost palpable to her at this point, and she did not trust the salarian mercenary...Jay something. He seemed more on edge than Drack or the batarian...Jay something. Of course, he was unlikely to try anything with a krogan and batarian standing right there...but Zel didn't want<em>anyone</em>starting anything.<em>Let's try to find a distraction from the problem for now. Find a problem we can easily fix, then fix the harder problem. Ignore the giant fire, put out the small flames until you have the material to deal with the big one.</em>