<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,<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>The Salarian had not expected things to go smoothly, but that wasn't his problem. He had been given a mission to oversee. He had been elected to the position of team leader, and he was going to see his work done. Rue had been theoretically respectful in her objections, but Drack crossed a line. Watching the Krogan's stubby finger jab in his direction and threaten him.<br/><br/>So, having finished tending to the Krogan's wounds, he stood up. He walked a few steps closer to Drack, seemingly unflinching in the face of a Krogan's battlerage, and he tilted his head. “Can you fly, Drack?” It was a simple enough message, but one that was punctuated by silence. Of course, Jackiro knew the answer, but it didn't stop him turning to Rue either. “Can you?”<br/><br/>He turned towards the Warlord, a hand gesturing at the man as he glanced over at Rue. “Can you read Krogan minds?” Back to Drack, he stared, boring a hole into the Krogan's temple with his gaze. “Can you be sure that data from ship and extractable information from Omnitool is everything we'll need?”<br/><br/>His arms crossed, and his fingers drummed on his elbow; the only signs of annoyance he was showing, as he talked down at those who talked down to him. “We are on important mission. Every action has consequence. Every decision has weight. Krogan might have information on Omnitool stored about employer, but might have visual recollection of face, or auditory recollection of deleted recording. Will you be one to tell family of dying humans that we weren't able to find cure in time because we 'felt bad' about potential source of information, or that it was 'dishonourable' to not treat them to chocolate and handjob? Will you be one to inform family members that we wasted weeks finding name of clue because a dead Krogan got in way of playing hero for other soldiers who knew risk?” Jackiro's hand waved theatrically in obvious annoyance as he looked at both Rue and Drack, keenly aware they probably weren't focused on the bigger picture. There were more lives at stake than those on the Kalanhai, after all. He would remind them of that, and was keenly aware of the equation that had to be made. “Krogan are race that will fight endlessly unless<em>broken.</em>Genophage showed that. You know that better than most, I assume. This was best way to ensure he won't try to kill us, or escape, once regenerated. You also made clear intent to leave him to die, or shoot in head. Glad you are<em>honourable</em>enough to choose that path.” He knew that particular nerve was a dangerous one to touch, but he wasn't going to flinch or retreat. If he needed to, he was prepared to conjure up a digital clone as a distraction for a fight; but it wasn't what he hoped would happen. “If I have to choose approach you deem 'dishonourable' to get information that might expedite curing of hundreds of lives, and stop potential spread to thousands more, I will do it gladly. If you don't like methods, take it up with Arcus. Not here to please you.”<br/><br/>Sighing into his comms unit, Jackiro found himself looking at the recording Orange team had sent. It was a painful reminder that any conflict was unpredictable. “Intent was to secure prisoner at dropship, then order splitting of team into rescue and holding. Am not here to explain every decision to Ornery gun-for-hire who threatens to crush people's heads under boot on first meeting.” He practically spat out the last line, another indication of growing annoyance. To be called out as a poor team-mate by a man like this...<br/><br/>“Unlike you; I trust competency of other team mates. Orange team taken down by unsuspecting foes, but sprinting across hostile landscape for hour to their rescue is not only pointless, but suicidal. Is setting ourselves up for same ambush, and to walk into same issues. How do you think Sinclair will do against Harvester? What about Rue? I make hard decisions to ensure survival of my team. Next time you threaten me for doing my job, will show you how stupid a decision that is.” His ego satiated, he let out a big sigh and focused back on Rue. She was the person caught in the middle of all this, after all. “Do as Krogan says. Messages sent out to Blue team more productive, but Orange Team as well. If Blue team has shuttle big enough to extract us, can expedite rescue mission.”<br/><br/>He turned his back to Drack; the only insult he could think worthy of the man he barely saw as a soldier, let alone a threat. He was as subtle as a brick to the head, after all. Instead, he focused his attention on the maimed Warlord, helping him to his feet and pointing him in the direction they needed to start walking to make it to the initial dropship. Whether or not the others followed, he would complete his mission.<br/><br/><em>Inhale</em>...<br/><br/>...<em>Exhale</em>.