<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)<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><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>20th December, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Krogan Combat Armour Painted in Greens that Match Reetix<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>East of LZ<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Mission<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Jacob, Jackiro, Rue<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Seeing the drone bob and weave didn’t instill confidence in Drack.  Reetix was new to him, but the situation wasn’t, have experienced something similar on a number of other planets he had traveled to.<br/>“Everyone, regularly check on the condition of your guns and gear,” the old krogan stated over the comms.  “Don’t want to be surprised in the middle of a firefight.”<br/>While weapons were built to be rugged and durable to survive the rigours of combat, it didn’t change the fact that they were still fancy pieces of technology.  They should be able to endure the atmosphere, they should be unaffected by the EMP storm.  However, should didn’t always translate to would.  Barrels could end up with just enough corrosion to affect accuracy and bullet spread.  The guns might not vent heat properly, reducing the number of shots before it overheated.  They might even stop working altogether.  He was glad that the grenades he carried were securely stored in an insulated compartment in his armour rather than left exposed.  It meant they weren’t readily accessible, but better than having a biotic user their power to activate them.  Good thing he was on her side at the time.<br/><br/>Satisfied that Rue was able to pick the pistol up without anything exploding and no one was shooting at them, he turned his attention to the ridge that Jackiro was scouting out.  Judging by how he was acting, the salarian had found something interesting, and Drack grinned when he heard the mention of hostiles.  Seven hundred years in the killing business and he still felt hot blood rush through his veins as his two hearts thumped energetically in his chest.  Surviving on a planet that was determined to kill you was fine and all, but that was nothing compared to engaging in a life-or-death battle.  The krogan made his way towards Jackiro, keeping the noise he made to a minimum as he hustled his way over.  Not knowing the situation at the ridge, it was better to be cautious, even if he wanted to get stuck into combat right away.  As he neared the top, Drack got down on the ground and belly crawled the rest of the way there, so he wouldn’t accidentally expose himself once he got close.<br/><br/>Once he was close to Jackiro, he heard blue team’s leader comm out with a warning.<br/>“Blood Pack,” Drack grumbled.  “What are they doing here?”<br/>Probably nothing good, and he wondered if the hostiles the salarian had spotted belonged to the same group.  The old krogan tried to take his own look through the scope of his rifle, and grimaced at what he saw, the interference from the atmosphere making it difficult to get a good look.  Reaching for a compartment in his armour, he pulled out another scope, this one without any special magnification abilities or features that depended on it being powered.  It was the highest quality of basic scopes he could find, and he passed it onto Jackiro.<br/>“Try using this, I’m going to go for a closer look.”<br/><br/>Drack began to make his way towards the hostiles, displaying a level of patience that was completely at odds to his normal behaviour.  When he moved from cover to cover, it was without any particular rhythm, instead silently waiting in perfect stillness, blending into the scenery, until instinct and experience told him when the time was right to move again.  He was no longer a krogan filled with battle lust, he was a predator stalking prey.