<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, Sink<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div>There was a loud and sudden belch from the side before a gruff voiced boomed out, “So, this is the Kalanhai? Seems a bit small.”<br/>Standing to the side of the group, out of immediate line of sight, was a krogan clad in dark grey combat armour. At slightly above average height, he towered over everyone around him, which wasn't all that unusual.  What was unusual was how most people hadn't noticed his presence at all until just now, as evidenced by the many startled and shocked workers around them.  Though armed, he didn't carry the usual armaments typically favoured by his species.  On his left hip was a sheathed krogan war knife, the blade over a foot long, on his right a pistol with a modified grip to fit his hands and slung on his back was a massive sniper rifle.  At his feet were two large and apparently durable cases, given the scorch marks and bullet sized dents on them.<br/><br/>What stood out the most though was the flask in his hand, the strong scent of crude and powerful alcohol not so much wafting out as it was annexing territory.  The krogan took a sip from his flask.<br/>“This thing better have quarters big enough for me, or else I'm going to be very angry krogan throughout this mission, and no one wants to be in tight spaces with an angry krogan.  We tend to make room.”<br/>Taking another sip from his flask, he looked at the two councillors and the human before grunting, “So, where am I dropping off my belongings and when am I being told what's going on?  The credits were good enough to get me here without asking too many questions before hand, but now that I've gotten here, I can tell something is weirder than normal.  You don't hire krogan unless you expect trouble, and you don't hire me unless the trouble is exotic, and that makes me curious.  The ryncol has been keeping me distracted, but I'm starting to run low and if I don't get any answers before I sober up, I'm going to find them.”