<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/><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>December 23rd, Early Morning<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Combat Armour, in Black.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Omega Dock<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Observing Guests<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Luus, Ashton, Ipako, Pix, Aria's Envoys, Aria.<br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>While many might have found the posturing of Balidin to be annoying or off-putting, especially with the Turian's mention that the Hanar's speech was like the preaching of a cult-member, Jackiro seemed enraptured. Occassionally, he would ask questions of the Hanar: probing for information about how large of an operation Aria ran from the Afterlife; Asking how many people fit inside the club; querying where the exits were in case of a hostile firefight. He admired the elevation of the central dais, giving her and her people the high ground in a fight, as well as the abundance of solidly build spaces that could be used as cover in a pinch. Whether or not Jackiro was merely probing for weaknesses, or was actually interested, was hard to tell. The Salarian had a certain sociopathic game-face that he put on, making it difficult to read him.<br/><br/>When they entered the club, with its almost solid wave of music, Jackiro seemed to smile. His head nodded slightly out of rhythm with the music, and he gave himself over to the search. He even pointed out a couple of the pouches that contained his more volatile payloads, and withdrew a few of the proximity mines to make it clear he wasn't going to suicidely try and bomb the Queen of Omega. Having handed over the worst of his payload – Not that he couldn't make more with his Omnitool and some Omnigel as many Engineers could, given time – he was happy to simply be led on high.<br/><br/>He did take a moment to lean in towards Pix, noticing the Krogan's nerves. “Did warn you this was likely outcome.” He said, not so much bragging, as affirming himself as being a creature of truth.<br/><br/>Eventually they were waved forward to Aria, who seemingly recognised a decent few members of the cadre. Thankfully, it seemed that Aria hadn't recognised Ipako. That meant that she wasn't going to be inclined to bust the Batarian out of his situation, and might indeed value the fact that Ipako's work was likely to spell trouble for Omega if the trail stopped here.<br/><br/>Ashton, being the team leader, took the lead. She was building on a sense of familiarity with the Queen of Omega, and their banter seemed friendly...Even flirty, perhaps. The thought that the two had been an item caught in his mind, although it was ultimately a hypothetical that didn't matter. It was an in, and seemingly not the only one here, consideirng how the Asari eyed both Luus and Pix.<br/><br/>“Hmm. Seems am one of only ones not know. Pleasure to meet you Miss T'loak. Am Jackiro Indri.” He bowed his head, respectful and pleasant to a fault. “Hope attire is apt. Wasn't sure if dress code applied to Club-slash-Castle, but seemed delightful idea to wear something 'formal' to meet a 'queen.' No?” His smile remained on his face, looking pleased as punch to be where he was. Most would think the idea of being smack-dab in the middle of a den of Lions would put fear into the Salarian's heart. Especially when walking into that Den with two of its possible cohorts, intending to offer them as meat when they could easily become the meals themselves.<br/><br/>Thankfully, STG Members were built crazy, and a mite bit fearless.