<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/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Things were progressing in an unexpected direction, but that was to be expected. He had observed enough of the situation and, with assistance from Drack, been informed of the relative futility of peaceful negotiations. The Krogan Warlord wouldn't communicate while he thought he was in a position of power, and the posturing would do little to convince a Brute that he was, in fact, at a disadvantage.<br/><br/>After all, most Krogan barely understood that Five was greater than four; let alone that four highly-trained military personnel with a tactical position and the element of surprise was greater than five bumbling alien reprobates with minimal equipment.<br/><br/>Drack, despite the previous off-handed dismissal of most Krogans, was at least an intelligent combatant. He'd reported valuable data, and even disarmed the Krogan of his medium range option. That alone made it wise to focus fire on protecting the other Infiltrator. Drack's Grenade had taken one of them out, and so Jackiro hummed under his breathe as he inhaled sharply and lined up the scope.<br/><br/>For a second, the sights were settled on Drack as he turned to face the oncoming threat. It was an impressive stance to take, but a foolhardy one...Especially with the remaining persuing unknown-entity starting to enter a more aggressive state.<br/><br/>Then the sights moved, taking in the impressive bulk of the warlord. He could try and take out the bastard with a headshot, but he had barriers and a shield to rely on. No, that wouldn't do at all.<br/><br/><em>Exhale</em>...All of that analysis had happened between one exaggerated inhale and exhale, steadying himself for what was about to come.<br/><br/>...<em>Inhale</em>...He made a microadjustment, the sight on his gun flickering slightly thanks to the EMP Storm overhead, but it wasn't enough. He waited for the charging Krogan to connect with a footfall, then made another microadjustment, taking into account the creature's gait and his stance before finally pulling the trigger.<br/><br/>He aimed not for the Krogan's chest, or his head...The Krogans loved to brag about their 'redundant systems' and their 'failsafe organs' and whatnot. It was an impressive evolutionary adjustment to be sure, but it was something they touted so proudly like it was the be-all and end-all.<br/><br/>No, Jackiro didn't aim for the chest or the head; He aimed for the Krogan's Knee joint. Drack had done the hard work of disarming the beast, who now had a Hammer and some rage to his name. Take away his ability to move, and he'd be a crippled liability. Perhaps then the Warlord might surrender?<br/><br/>...Or he'll just have to take the next bullet while struggling to move. C'est la vie. He trusted Rue and Sink to make their own moves without instruction, as he quickly rechambered a shell for the next shot.<br/><br/>...<em>Exhale.</em>