<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/b1/7e/11b17eca52781778f9a8fcecef870983.jpg)<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Red Team</span></span></div></div><br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Jackiro Indri (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15749809#msg15749809)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Salarian<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Infiltration Expert, STG<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 20th, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Black-and-Orange Lightweight-Mesh Salarian Armour (https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/005/336/143/4k/christopher-cao-deepspace-color.jpg?1490292219) with Red Helmet (https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/005/334/407/4k/christopher-cao-salarian-helmet.jpg?1490282300)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Reetix LZ, heading East.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Operation 'Red Rescue.'<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG: </span></strong>Drack, Rue, Sink. Sonon, Maxine, Kandok [M], Jay , Luus, Arcus [M], Sam<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Things were moving quickly, and the speed of it all suited Jackiro just fine. His Salarian mind whirred with constant computation; interacting with variables as they finally landed. Sinclair's over-exuberance was frustrating, but quirky. He was trying to lighten a dark mood, and there was value to that. Sonon replied agreeing to itterate on his plan, and he patched through a simple message. “<em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">Understood. Next message sent will be for application.</span></em>”<br/><br/>That left...everything else. Jackiro knew what he was, and knew that he had limited value in this situation. He lacked biotics and physical ability, which meant his best use would be on the ship and as a delegator. No doubt that would irk the Krogan, whose strength was vital, so instead he decided a little diplomatic sacrifice was in order. He patched himself through to the general comms, aware that it might sound a touch imperious to the already frustrated, but knowing he was the man with the clearest head going. He walked off of the ship, his pistol never away from his hand, and the Krogan cowed enough that he could glance in on the stolen shuttle and see Maxine, guarding a Batarian. He smiled at seeing another prisoner. That would be useful for interrogation.<br/><br/>Once he had done a brief tour, he began to talk to the group. It was time to show some quality beyond 'calculating'. “Samantha expert on medical evacuation. Suggest following advice. If Namir reaching point of exhaustion, best to send team in manually. Maxine, will take Batarian off hand and deliver onto main ship. Request we let Jay take reprieve on ship once Kandok secure, cannot afford only pilot skilled enough for exfiltration to be exhausted by Biotic exertion. Maxine, Drack, and Luus lead remaining rescue efforts in whatever way available. Sink and Rue able to provide assistance if needed, but low-tech solution likely best bet. Will guard Prisoners, and give Jay time to rest.”<br/><br/>He glanced over at the broken Harvester. The corpse of the large beast impressive, if not a sign of the chaos Orange team had dealt with. “Likely not wanted feedback, but Orange Team's ability to survive Harvester attack at all increadible showing of skill. Doubt Red Team would have succeeded.” It was a statement of fact, more than any insult to himself, Sink, Rue, or Drack. They had completed an ambush to perfection, but it is hard to ambush such a powerful monstrosity like the Harvester and the Klixen swarms. “Now lets get you home to tell tale.”<br/><br/>With that, he waited Maxine delivering the Batarian to the shuttle, and then would simply take a seat guarding them both. This was not his place to shine.