<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, Evening<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>Galley<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Being a Nuisance<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Florinthia | Luus (M)<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div>“Are you Florinthia?” Drack demanded, looking at the female turian.  The two of them were in the galley, the krogan having tromped his way over with a determination that had people give him a wide berth in the hallways and the turian previously enjoying a drink on her own and now having to deal with a grumpy krogan interrupting it.<br/>“That had to be the fastest I’ve ever seen a bureaucracy work before,” he grunted.  “It wasn’t even an hour after I sent the request that I got the notice that it had been denied.”<br/>He couldn’t recall ever having a quick and pleasant experience when dealing with a bureaucracy, especially Citadel bureaucracy.  Apparently, paper pushers needed to take anywhere from several business days to a month to issue routine licenses and permits, but they could be really quick when they wanted to tell a person no.<br/>“What’s wrong with getting the parts for a still?”<br/><br/>This was a continuation of his desire to procure a steady source of ryncol on the ship.  Or really any sort of hard liquor for that matter, the Everclear he had on the first day aboard being a good substitute.  The most straightforward solution was to make it himself, given just how much he could consume on his own and the fact that the majority of the ship’s crew would die if they tried ryncol.  Not like anyone would keep it constantly supplied just for him.  And besides, the act of distilling spirits would give him something to do between missions other than maintaining his gear and drinking.  So, he did some research and put in a request for the parts needed for a still.  After all, why spend his own credits on it?  He wasn’t poor by any means but if he could get the damn Council to pay for it, it’d make the fruits of his labour taste all the better.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, the plan to get the Council to pay for his pet project was road blocked by the female turian sitting in front of him.  Drack didn’t know much about Florinthia, having not seen her at all until now, but he could tell she was military of some sort.  Not sure if she was a mercenary like Luus, though the krogan had a feeling she was definitely not like the other turian.  Luus would have likely approved the still, maybe even join in if he got some alcohol he could drink out of it too.  This one looked to be more like the typical rigid military type, which was a lot less interesting.  Admittedly, she was on the Kalanhai, and no one on board could be considered typical or normal, so he’d withhold some judgement for now.<br/>“Practically everyone on the ship drinks, we’d be saving credits in the long run making our own.”