<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/cc9cf901ea0624deecb41c680c21c2f0/tumblr_p2el30QIkb1vv8bc4o1_500.png)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Jarv Valak (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=335654.msg15965415#msg15965415)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Batarian<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Hired Security<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>Battered old battle armour, still clean though<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Enlil.  Docking Bay Victor 12<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Deep fried would be nice<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Drack, Sam, Zel, open<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Jarv continued to chew on the protein bar, working at the hard and slightly past its sell-by date piece of 'food' as he listened to the pair. He shrugged theatrically at Drack's question, he knew they'd both had worse but it still was far from ideal. "You ever tried cooking these things? Best I could do is turn them from bars into soup. Honestly, if we had some pyjaks running around I'd suggest we eat those fuckers instead, and they're stringy at the best of times."<br/><br/>When Sam went on his top pair of eyes narrowed while the rest of him looked nearly nonplussed. In reality, he was a bit mixed about the news, not being paid was a right arse but getting off this rock wasn't exactly going to be easy, and sulking about it only led to problems in his experience. Best to stick it out and then get loud about the owed money after all the dust had settled. In the end, he shrugged, while the top pair of eyes closed for a few moments, a tell anyone familiar with batarians would know. "Figures. Though I could've told you they were two-eyed asshats for free... Uh... no offence." He added a little sheepishly and finally mouthed the last bit of the bar, giving it a disappointed swallow.<br/><br/>He was pulling out a cigarette when his attention was captured by a certain band of slacking mercs and their salarian leader. He actually let out a little laugh when he saw that, smiling with his long teeth as he fit the cig between his lips. "What? You lot gone over to Eclipse while I weren't looking? All hiding behind the salarian?" He chuckled to himself and lit up, getting a little smoke into the air. Cancer had been cured centuries ago, so fuck being healthy. Jarv laughed again at Dracks little song and dance with the classic eating a salarian gag, though he had not noticed the stun grenade. "Ah. You wanna fry it up, plenty of butter. Maybe the legs too, humans love that."