<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/b1/7e/11b17eca52781778f9a8fcecef870983.jpg)</div><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 18th, 2174 CE | Late<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>...Human-Style Pyjamas? (https://matalan-content.imgix.net/uploads/asset_file/asset_file/312158/1611225285.9633052-S2809051_C128_Alt1.jpg?ixlib=rails-2.1.4&auto=format%2Ccompress&cs=tinysrgb&w=1000&h=1400&fit=crop&dpr=2&s=02c6a9b2acc00818a56cf567c5915920) with a mug (https://cdn.somethinggeeky.com/product-images/ahtheelementofsurprisemug_4ffed3e2d5699.jpg) too.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Kalanhai | Mess Hall<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Refuelling the Midnight Express. Playing Pontoon, with a 16 or 6 (AoC, 3oH, 2oC )<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG: </span></strong>Samantha | Closed<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Jacki couldn't stop himself from smiling at Samantha's kind words. It was good to be recognised, especially with his newfound desire to be remembered. There weren't many ways for a Salarian to be remembered beyond the extraordinary achievements one could make: Inventors of something timeless, Military heroes who did the impossible, and revolutionaries who changed the collective thinking of the species. He had not invented something ground-breaking, so that was out of the question now. He wasn't planning some revolution, despite speaking down to the idea of the Dalatresses, and the Matriarchs of Salarian culture, which only left military heroism for his path to eternity. “Is honour, but will have to prove worthy of it first. Hoping for smooth mission with Arcus; first of many before possibly promoted, I suspect.”<br/><br/>Listening to her story about Shanxi was enlightening, and made him understand what she meant about her own prejudices. The fact that she worked so well opposite a Turian at all was a testament to her mental fortitude. “Impressive resumé you have, Doctor. Glad to have you on board.” He looked at the card she'd thrown him; the 2 of clubs. He waited for her to draw her own and she did; keeping a frustratingly placid face. She wasn't an amateur, which brought a smile to his face that perhaps might have looked like a tell. “Sounds like you have that ever-admirable Human quality of adaptability. Even Asari struggle to adapt as Humans do, and only do so well with gift of time. Envious, I will admit.” He tapped the table for another card, waiting for her to deal to him and then potentially to herself. Her mentioning of her threat to the Council had him openly laughing.<br/><br/>“Also possess human trait of being stubborn, I see. Delightful that you got bureaucracy to move quickly. Might be sole reason we save many lives later on. Should take pride in that.” He adjusted his position in his seat, sipping the now-luke-warm coffee and stretching a little. He rolled his shoulders and felt the satisfying pop of a cracking joint. "Believe it is your question to ask, but am curious. Do you have hobby? Have admitted to my fascination of literature, and am admirable inventor if motivation strikes. What about Miss Adams? Assume it is Miss Adams, cannot see wedding band." He said, smiling in an absent way as he thought to<em>another</em>Xenobiologist he knew. That one had a passion for singing, but truth be told they didn't always see eye-to-eye. Jackiro was set in his ways, and that particular Xenobiologist was set in his own as well. Two such personalities often brought about...tension. Thankfully, alcohol and changed subjects tended to stop things going to blows.