<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XsPFh1t.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=335654.msg15962167#msg15962167)<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>Doctor / Xeno-biologist<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>This, but probably little ripped and wrinkled by now. (https://i.imgur.com/SZyvDUP.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong><strong>Enlil</strong>. Docking Bay Victor-12, pavilion<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Yeah, about that...<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Drack, Jarv | OPEN<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>It’s not a particular challenge when searching for a krogan in a crowd; the huge aliens had the habit of sticking out like a sore thumb, but even among other krogan, Drack was unique. For instance, there was a genuine smile on his face and affectionate joy in his voice upon seeing her, one that filled the woman with instant relief. Even before this mess started the two had become fast friends. Between Ashton and Drack, Sam felt as safe as one could be. At least as safe as anyone could be when they were locked down on the surface of a moon as unspeakable horrors began to spill out into the streets.<br/><br/>She still resisted the urge to glance over her shoulder where the krogan’s eyes had wandered; the doctor knew who he was looking at. An obvious problem that everyone openly ignored simply because there were more important things to deal with. Up until today, that is.<br/><br/><em>Funds fell through. At the end of the day, every merc here will be abandoning ship when they find out their contract isn’t getting extended.</em>Of course, that was a rather optimistic point of view. What was to stop anyone from simply walking out a day early? What motivation was there to keep to the terms of their pre-paid contract when all of the original rules of life and routine had been altered? Samantha tried not to shuffle her feet or ruffle a hand nervously through her wispy hair, so she poked her fingers together instead. “How well do you think the barricades will hold up, Drack?”<em>Poke poke,</em>went her fingers, scraped and bruised but relatively clean.<em>Poke poke.</em><br/><br/>The doctor didn’t jump when Jarv spoke up, but his sudden presence did increase her anxiety. Batarians didn’t exactly warm the doctor’s heart -she wasn’t unfamiliar with the aftereffect of the slavers clearing out small settlements. But this batarian had never treated her with anything less than respect. Or, at least, professional courtesy. Polite when he needed to be, yet firm on his terms and limitations. Jarv piqued her curiosity and it was only because of time that didn't allow her to barrage him with endless questions. They hadn’t managed to shuffle past small talk and business.<br/><br/>“Jarv… good to see you.” That wasn’t a lie, but was it fair to say it was the truth? Nervous finger poking shifted into nervous finger pulling, and she sighed through the nose in an attempt to displace her tension. But, honest to a fault, Samantha was already cracking under pressure and the truth was a bitter knot on her tongue. “Uhh… hey! So… turns out the Council is filled with assholes and liars. And… Ash and I haven’t been able to get a patch through to the alliance yet.” The human winced, then remained frowning hard at a spot somewhere off to the side. As if it were the cause of all these problems and political and technical difficulties. As if that damnable spot was about to force Sam into reciting Macbeth as she remembered all the blood that already coated her hands trying to make sense of all this.<em>Out, damned spot!</em><br/><br/>“They didn’t give me the funds as they promised… So after today, that’s it. The well has dried up.” The nervous finger pulling stopped, but only because Sam had practically braided her fingers together at this point. “I uh… just found out.”<br/><br/>“Found out what, exactly?”<br/><br/>Cue horrible timing. Cue continued bad luck. Samantha cursed softly and felt her heart plunge right down into the pit of her stomach, and looking over her shoulder hadn’t filled her with a sudden burst of confidence. The mercs she had been avoiding looking at had perked up at the sight of the small meeting and shuffled over when her back was to them. Eager for infighting and conspiracy, a few of them were already puffing up their chests and talking a little more loudly than necessary. The salarian who seemed to head the group -Juko? Juril? She couldn’t remember his name- was practically salivating at the idea of pointing a finger of blame. “Perhaps you would like to share with the rest of us!”<br/>