<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210207/d0e4689665395f5d1dbb55df45a2e458.png)</div><br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/LdtbnxL.jpg)</div><br/>Kandok was the very cliche of a Krogan, wrapped around what he would attest to be the biggest full set of quads in the Milky Way. He was large, he was loud, and unlike the Krogan he was wandering over to meet with at the bar, Kandok raced headfirst into battle. None of this sissy hiding back with a sniper rifle, picking foes off a single headshot at a time. No! He was there in the middle of it all, grinning wildly with the blood on his face and his trusty Claymore by his side. Kandok never went anywhere without his favorite shotgun- unless Ness ‘suggests’ otherwise. Apparently walking around the ship with his trusty gun would be ‘intimidating to the squishiest ones’ and ‘give the goddess-be-damned Spectre a stroke’.<br/><br/>He didn’t understand why any of this was a problem, but when Ness said ‘no’ there wasn’t a force powerful enough in this galaxy to get her to change her mind. The woman was in charge, she established that from the beginning, and while the krogan wouldn’t admit it out loud -because it was too much fun to torment that blue ass- he had to admit that things were better with her around.<br/><br/>Even if it meant he wasn’t allowed to bring his Claymore to bed.<br/><br/>Upon his approach, feet stomping and people all but throwing themselves out of his way, Kandok arrived in the mess hall with no need to look around in order to find the other krogan. He plopped down in his chair with a heavy creak and groan of metals and plastics, but didn’t spill to the floor on his ass. He poked one of his fingers against the bottle between them. “My Ness drinks this Pyjak piss. Tastes like you lit one of those little shits on fire after drowning it in ethanol.” He poured their glasses. “Good stuff.”