<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Krogan<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Scout/Assassin<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Krogan Combat Armour<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Cargo Bay Area<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Making His Presence Known<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Councillors, Jackiro, Namir, Sink<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div>Hearing Tevos's response, there was a brief sneer before Drack guzzled the remainder of his ryncol.  He wiped his mouth with the back of his gauntlet and then rattled the now empty flask.<br/>“I guess you need to get me more ryncol then,” he stated.  Most people wouldn't cheek a councillor, but anyone who knew what krogan were like knew they were unruly as a default.  Drack personally didn't have much respect for the position, and if they booted him now because of his behaviour, it wouldn't really matter to him all that much.  The credits got his attention for sure, but he didn't need them either.  Just being able to annoy a councillor made the trip over worth it in his mind.  And he already had his question partly answered anyways.<br/><br/>Before he could say anything else, he noticed a pair of eyes of him and he turned to look at the human that had briefly stared at him.  The krogan's expression softened, going from complete belligerence to just grumpy.<br/>“Got a good look?  You want to get a closer look at the bottom of my boot?”<br/>As threats went, that was mild for the krogan, almost a normal hello.  He let Tus Penn continue talking with the human as he brought his attention back to the other human who seemed to be doing some actual work.<br/>“A krogan working on a salarian vessel.  Who would have ever guessed?” he grumbled.  "Room 31.  I hope that's the last one in a row.  I don't want to be caught in a pincer."<br/>There wasn't much else he wanted to know, he could find out later, so he started to walk past the man before stopping again when another salarian voice pipped up.<br/><br/>It didn't as a surprise that there would be salarians on the ship.  The ship was their design after all, even if it was retrofitted.  He just didn't want to think about being around them was all and now he got a sharp reminder of that fact.  Drack was going to have to find someway to make ryncol on the ship, there was no way he would be able to do without.  Find the fine line between having just enough to distract him and engaging in a drunken rampage.<br/>“Do we have a still?” he asked the human with cybernetic limbs.  “Or at least parts to make a still?  If not, let me know now so I can get the parts before we leave.  I don't want to be completely sober for the duration of this mission.”