<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/1b/a7/33/1ba733b406a74f55b4a190775935aa1f316f55e3577991f401613a009bbbce81.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Luus Remeril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=335654.msg15962213#msg15962213)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Turian<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Merc<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>Heavy Turian armor.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Enlil. Docking Bay Victor-12, pavilion<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Who you calling runt?<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Jarv, Ash<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>As the chatter went on around him, beginning to pick into the mechanized human on the spectre's team, Luus was uncharacteristically quiet. He watched this new spectre, particularly the way he looked at the mercs and refugees around him. The slightest twitch of a mandible could tell him that the soldier wasn't fond of the former, but the latter...well, the fact that he was boots on ground instead of bombs in sky meant that he had to care for them in the slightest.<br/><br/>He let out a short-lived sigh, bringing him back to the conversation around him. "Oh lay off the human," he said, a crinkle forming round his eye. "It's obvious he wants to be like the turians. Our exoskeletons are<em>pretty</em>handy."