<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/3dc001aa-e32c-47d9-908e-b483d4ea33e5/d6t76df-efe9e558-15a6-4d93-baab-b2eb62d9ecb7.jpg/v1/fill/w_800,h_843,q_75,strp/batarian_soldier__merchandise_available__by_ibbitmonster_d6t76df-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3siaGVpZ2h0IjoiPD04NDMiLCJwYXRoIjoiXC9mXC8zZGMwMDFhYS1lMzJjLTQ3ZDktOTA4ZS1iNDgzZDRlYTMzZTVcL2Q2dDc2ZGYtZWZlOWU1NTgtMTVhNi00ZDkzLWJhYWItYjJlYjYyZDllY2I3LmpwZyIsIndpZHRoIjoiPD04MDAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.CXBKZ9-yH-9g3SmRCzhBAM--AyjYuQV2o4DhcTifNtE)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Jarv Valak (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15810776#msg15810776)<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>Mercenary and Demolitionist<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 22nd 2174, 21:34<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>His banged up armour (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/78/5f/8c/785f8cb9ac2a75dff3169af8121eaa78.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION &amp; DISTRICT:</span></strong>Omega, Afterlife<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Scheduled meeting<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Aria T'Loak<br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Jarv just looked at her as Aria waffled on. Oh he knew full well that if she wanted him dead he'd already be dead, either face down in a ditch, in the nutrient tubs somewhere in the bowels of the station, or drifting lifelessly across the void. So knowing that made him less concerned for his wellbeing. Instead any worry was replaced with barely silent exasperation.<br/><br/>However, what she said next did rile him slightly.<strong>"A few weeks doesn't make me sloppy, Aria. You want something gone it'll be gone, and get it done precisely. No collateral, unless you want it. You want a lock gone, done, won't be a scratch on the door, not one. An entire spirit damned apartment complex, done, just give me time to scrounge the dets for it. Just don't call me sloppy, cause you know that ain't what I am. So just tell me the job, and it'll get done."</strong>