<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 14 or 4 (AoC, 3oH )<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/>Dealing the cards out, Jackiro looked at his own cards and smiled. They were a decent and rather safe start. Statistics would let him have options, which was always nice. It was an easy draw, and he would do so soon enough. Samantha posited her own thoughts on Arcus and the crew, which ultimately circled back to his. Truth be told, it was still a strange spot for him. He wasn't keen on the mix of races and personality types, but it would certainly keep the most options open. This wasn't a simple smash and grab, after all. This was a complex infiltration and exfiltration from Ultimately hostile territory. Things here were...complicated.<br/><br/>“Cannot say my story is particularly interesting. Serving as STG operative currently. Nearing point of retirement from active duty, likely be promoted to Captain soon, if things go to plan. Wouldn't mind that, but recently had...culture shock.” It was hard to explain what had happened to him, so instead he made sure to deal her two cards and pushed the deck in her direction, letting her draw and potentially deal a couple of games out now. “...Human culture, literature mostly. Fascinating stuff, like your poetry. Realised flaws in Salarian society. Realised flaw in own thinking. Started to wonder...What would my 'legacy' be? Want to be remembered.” He breathed in, letting a rush of air clear his thoughts as he tried to externalise the internal. “Poet from Earth says – and am paraphrasing - 'Every man dies two deaths; Once when his heart beats for last time, once when name spoken for last time.' Salarian society is...broken, fundamentally. Advanced metabolism encourages quick turnover of lives and generation. Fertility cycle encourages distance from family unit, and gender dimorphism. Female rule political landscape, control breeding rites mechanically – like business. Wonder what Salarian culture would be like if more...romantic. Could not tell you name of own grandfather. Is sad reality. Could anyone? What about generation before that? Generation before that, even? Only Sixty, ninety years maybe...and already gone from collective memory. Branch on esoteric family tree.” He sighed again, his chest heaving for a moment in contemplation. He wasn't sure if this was proper etiquette for card game chatter, but she<em>had</em>asked.<br/><br/>“Want to know what brought me here? In talks with Council. Possibility of Spectre promotion if work goes well here. Would be nice way to have lasting legacy. Could do important work, make hard choices. Save many lives.” He smiled a little, tapping the table to indicate he was ready to receive a card. “What about you? Human Doctor standing at forefront of field. Know many Salarian who would be very jealous.”