<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;">DATE:</span></strong>21th December 2174 CE, Morning<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<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Family Reunion<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Viella<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>“Ha, of course you miss me,” Drack grinned, tilting his head down a little give Viella easier access to his headplate.  He should have been too old for them, but getting pats from his sister brought back warm memories from centuries ago.  As much as he enjoyed his current life, he sometimes wished he could take a brief dip back into the past, when things were so much simpler.<br/>The krogan shrugged when his sister brought up her concerns about his daughter, “She soaked in my stories like a sponge too.  What can I say, the krogan side of her is stronger than most, almost makes me think her mother managed to get some actual krogan blood or DNA in her.  The way I see it, she loves being a commando, and even though she's technically in the matron stage, her heart is still a maiden's.  I don't think she'll ever really settle down and so long as that continues to work for her, then that suits me fine too.”<br/><br/>When Viella brought up Miani's commendation, Drack positively beamed with pride.<br/>“For exceptional bravery under difficult circumstances,” he informed his sister, “which basically means she pulled some people's ass out of the fire when things became a complete shit show.  But then, it was probably a walk through the park for her.  After all, I did help train her.”<br/>When his daughter had expressed interest in becoming a commando, he had invited her along to one of his many survival trips, to help her get an edge over her peers.  Miani had happily agreed, and the two of them had visited many hostile worlds together.  Of course, these were all places Drack had personally visited and spent significant amounts of time on, so he knew what to expect, but they were new and perilous experiences for his youngest daughter.  Of the many lessons he had taught her, the hardest one she had to learn was what it meant to fight for her life, to kill in order to survive.  Later on, she had bragged to him about how easy asari bootcamp was.<br/>“There's going to be a big celebration once this mission is over, you should come join us.”<br/><br/>“Oh really!” the old krogan exclaimed in surprise.  He had been mostly been taking the piss when he brought up a potential lover, but it turned out his sister had been rather busy after all.<br/>“Well this definitely calls for a drink, and you should invite her along too.”<br/>Judging from Viella's expression, she had it bad for this mysterious woman, and that made Drack very curious about this mysterious female quarian.  His sister was pretty old, even for an asari, so the age gap between the two was enormous.  He wanted to know what it was that still brought the two of them together anyhow.<br/>The old krogan poked his sister in the side, “Come on, tell me more about her.  You know you want to.  I've bragged about my daughters plenty of times before, now it's your turn to brag about this lover of yours.”