<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>Chatting<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Florinthia | Arcus (M) | Jay (M) | Kandok (M) | Luus (M) | Sam (M) | Sink (M) | Viella (M)<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>“At least it makes you appreciate the alcohol that you like,” Drack replied, taking the drink that Flo had picked out for him.  “You need to understand what you don't like to really hone in on what you do.  Anything else is just guesswork.”<br/>Taking a small sip, because that was apparently the only way to really make a drink last on this ship, he looked down at it in puzzlement.  It burned like scotch, but had none of the flavour.  There was a faint mineral taste to it, slight impurities that wouldn't be noticed if mixed with other beverages.  This vodka was basically alcoholic water, a diluted Everclear.  Well, a free drink was a free drink and hell, he needed to drink more water.  Further musings on drink were put aside when he heard the turian's terms.<br/>The krogan grinned, “Four other people huh?”<br/>Kandok would be good for it, once he woke up.  Luus seemed like the type who wouldn't mind joining in.  He might be able to bother his sister into sending in a form.  Sink looked handy, though he'd have to smooth over the fact that he had headbutted the human before.  Jay seemed up for almost anything.  He could make this work.<br/><br/>His mood briefly turned somber when Flo mentioned Reetix.  Sure the harvester and klixen were a complete surprise, but they had taken too many casualties in the process.  No wonder the turian seemed frustrated.<br/>“Listen, there were a lot of other people on this ship who could have put boots on the ground but didn't because no one thought they needed to be there,” Drack pointed out.  “Sam was always going to need to be there and you being sick didn't make us shorthanded.  It was shit luck that got you sick and it was shit luck what happened down there.  Instead of focusing on what isn't under your control, but that focus into making a difference on the next ground mission.”<br/>The krogan took another sip of his vodka.  He had learned the value in both doing the absolute best that he could and accepting that there were some things beyond even that.  Regret was a nightmare he luckily never suffered from.<br/><br/>“An artsy type huh?” Drack grunted.  “Not my bottle of ryncol but if you like art, then do art has always been my attitude.  Don't know why your father needs to make it his business, but it's a shame you still let him dictate your behaviour, even if it's doing the exact opposite of what he wants.”<br/>He nodded in approval when she mentioned fighting.  That was more of his thing.  A lot of the games he used to play when he was child were some form of hunting or wrestling.  Good times.<br/>The krogan cocked his head to the side in curiosity when Flo mentioned dancing, “Wait, do you mean like actual dancing or fucking?  I'm not always up-to-date on the latest slang, but I know what shore leave is like for a lot of other people.  No judgement, my youngest probably has had sex with every known sentient race, even might have been the first non-human to bang one.”<br/>He brought up his omni-tool and brought up an image of the daughter in question, an asari with what looked to be a perpetually youthful face and expression, dressed in slightly provocative commando attire.<br/>“Her name's Miani T'Nara and she's past three hundred but still acts like she's one and a half.  Great shot with an assault rifle or shotgun, and top notch biotics.  She once bragged to me that she gave a volus a handjob while he was still in his suit,” he informed the turian with evident pride.<br/><br/>Drack did a few quick swipes and brought up another asari, this one much younger and with a softer, more ethereal look to her.<br/>“And if you meant actual dancing, maybe you've heard of Kasha T'Nara?  She's my granddaughter, from my eldest, and I've been told she's a popular singer.  I have one of her songs on here, one she wrote about the krogans.”<br/>Without even asking if she wanted to listen, he immediately started to play it for Flo.  It was a fusion of orchestral and electronica with a militaristic theme, and Kasha's voice was powerful and operatic, not overshadowed by aggressive music.  Ostensibly, the song was about war and combat, though some of the imagery and wordplay could have been sexual in nature.<br/>Blessedly, the old krogan only played a brief clip of it before stopping, “Great isn't it?  Would bring a tear to my eyes if I was the crying type.”<br/>He brought up another asari on his omni-tool, a cold beauty in close fitting scientist clothes.<br/>“This is her mother, Aleena T'Nara, and my eldest.  Brilliant scientist, expert in multiple fields.  She could make a salarian's head spin she's so smart.  Certainly makes my head spin whenever she talked about her work, but I always did my best to understand, even picked up a few things here and there.  Some of my gear was specially designed by her and I honestly wouldn't have completed some of my more difficult jobs without it.”<br/><br/>“As for me,” Drack just shrugged.  “I'm pretty simple: I like drinking and fighting.  Between missions, I find hostile planets people don't often visit and see how long I can survive on it with as little gear as possible.  Nothing like going against a planet trying to kill you and making it out alive.  Other than that, well, I did spend over a century and half helping to raise two asari daughters and one granddaughter.”