<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fc/d5/b0/fcd5b04e2458fff93763a1fb265e7967.png)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Malcolm Thomas (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779733#msg15779733)<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>Engineering Gimp<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 20th, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Black tank top & loose black pants w/ boots.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Kalanhai Upper Deck | Engineering<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Huh...What?<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Flo<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Malcolm looked up from the biotic amp on the table in front of him, glancing around with his jeweler's loup still lowered over his left eye.  For a moment he felt faintly disoriented by the wildly different degrees of focus in his eyes before he nudged the magnifying lens out of the way and rubbed his face with his mech hand.  Pulling himself out of the tiny world of the minuscule devices he spent so much time upgrading was often a dizzying experience because for a few minutes everything else just seemed so<em>clunky</em>.<br/><br/>Shaking his head, he stood from his stool to head toward the unfamiliar turian woman juggling orbs biotically, his eyes flicking from her face to the balls curiously, always fascinated by the power.  His choice not to accept any biotics implants himself had been an easy one to make, since he figured there were far better candidates and, frankly, he didn't really fancy the idea of anyone mucking about in his brain or thereabouts.  "Hey, I'm Malcolm."  His smile was warm and wide, reaching his grey eyes and making them sparkle.<br/><br/>He offered the living hand out to the turian, guessing she was the requisition officer, given her desire to review his order.  He wasn't too surprised, given he typically had to explain why he needed the raw materials required for the special parts he built specifically for his brand of engineering and repairs.  Most people required only the common recyclable plastics, alloys, and ceramics that were used by the omni-tool, or the omni-gel that they could be broken down into, but he required rarer metals and components for his hands-on approach.  He was just #NotLikeOtherEngineers.<br/><br/>"You wanted to review my req list?  I know a lot of that stuff can be kinda hard to come by, but if you want I can show you what I'm working on now so you can see first-hand what I need it for."