<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=329029.msg15736704#msg15736704)<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>22/12/2174CE | 12:00<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Casual Salarian robes (https://cdn3.dualshockers.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/Screen-Shot-2017-03-01-at-1.11.50-PM.png) without hood, in a pleasant Silver-and-black hue<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Kalanhai |  Hydroponics<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Answering summons.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG: </span></strong>Rume'Zamin<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>The Salarian observed Rue as she spoke about the why of her helmet removal, nodding absent-mindedly with her explanation. It made sense, to a degree, and he understood the desire to best express herself. He just hoped she wasn't underestimating the risk she took. On the Kalanhai, perhaps it was a reasonable choice. Doing so on a Planet or, heavens forbid, on Omega? That was an entirely risky proposition. “Trust you know own body better than I do. Won't comment on it again.”<br/><br/>His observation of the plants never stopped, even as she explained her worries and the why of her request to meet. He had mostly called his shot, but he hadn't expected her to submit and apologise. It was probably the first apology he'd gotten from the mission, and that was not lost upon him. His slight smile became less political and more genuine. It obviously affected the Salarian, who inhaled sharply and let himself close his eyes for a moment, savouring the moment and memorising it. It felt like vindication to be appreciated by the Quarian, even if she was mostly sorry because she respected the chain of the command, and the weight of its collar. “Was not ideal situation. Worried for other teams, despite insinuation of Jorgal Drack. Rampaging Krogan could do serious damage to any single member of team, and noticed that Engineer Sinclair's shield was down. Krogan headbutt could have shattered mask, or rupture casing on suit. Catastrophic failure. Also no certainty of Information without prisoner; No way to communicate with unusual 'Vorcha' and no way to be certain data on broken Omnitool recoverable...” He shook his head, the smile dying as it became oh-so-obvious that his mind didn't just think of these situations, it had visualised them one-thousand times over.<br/><br/>“Curse of Salarian mind. Over-active, over-quick.” Jacki tapped his forehead, like he was trying to gently thump a malfunctioning radio. “Saw too many things going wrong on mission, even with our team. Knew that group had no priority members on it. If emergency exfil had to happen, who do you think would be priority? Orange Team had Spectre and most important Medical expert on deadly virus. Blue team had core pilot for future missions. Would have chosen either team as most important for mission success in heartbeat. Failure could mean abandonment of team, weakening of Kalanhai forces, potentially failing vital mission...” No malice in his voice there, just brutal honesty. “Krogan Teammate not wrong. Methods were barbaric, and not first choice. Would make choice again though. Am glad he wasn't forced to.”<br/><br/>He inhaled again, then turned to one of the flowers. His finger touched a petal gently, almost with a lover's caress. “Life is precious. Imagine Krogan thinks I do not believe that. Perhaps Drack thinks honour is more important than life, but I do not.” His finger pulled back from the lily, which bounced after his retreating digit. “Detach emotion from thinking on missions. Emotion becomes unpredictable variable, ruins calculations. Makes judgement cloudy. Will do what it takes to complete mission, because mission is salvation for potentially many thousands of Human lives on Citadel, perhaps even more than that. No proof Salarian immune to sickness after all.” Finally, he pivoted on his heel, facing Rue again. His face was melancholy, full and dark eyes slightly lowered in a sort of lamentation for his own hard-wired methodology. “Shall not accept apology. Glad you are able to maintain emotion and empathy. Would ask you make sure it doesn't get in way of mission, but will not fault you for questioning me as long as it is not at cost of mission success. Would die for the mission; would kill for the mission.” He exhaled again, releasing a breath he didn't know he was holding.