<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=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;">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 | Elevator -><del>Sleeping Quarters</del>A Salarian's chest.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Continuing Introductions and getting Distracted<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG: </span></strong>Arcus, OPEN<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/><br/>There were many things to consider with the various individuals that Jackiro had encountered thus far: Humans with a propensity for forgetting their own names in conversation, and yet were expected to run the ship as its Engineer; A grumpy Krogan who mostly complained about alcohol like an unprofessional Omega-born hick; The strange Drell and Asari combo who tormented an idiotic Salarian who couldn't even logic his way out of a wet paper bag, leave alone a rudimentary prank; and a surly Turian who tried to present himself as a mysterious helper as well as an unspoken badass, all while sallying up to the unknown on the side of an idiot. The last few were more curious, to be fair. The Asari and the Drell were cute enough that their antics could be seen as 'quirky', or give them a sort of coquettish allure. The Turian was clearly holding enough of his cards to his chest that he was either a bluffing genius, or was genuinely a source of intrigue on this mission already intriguingly uninformative mission. Then there was the involvement of the council, and the vast and multicultural nature of the crew. It implied a mission that walked on eggshells perhaps, and that was meant to be perceived as a group effort. Doing so could minimalize political ramifications if something went wrong, or boost morale of Citadel present species if it went right. So many angles to consider and analyse. His head was running laps trying to corral the various mental hoops from rolling down a hill and -<br/><br/><em><strong>Thunk</strong></em><br/><br/>The sensation of hitting something solid had the Salarian briefly stumble. Already on the backfoot, Jackiro heard what could only be described as a growl of some-sort, which prompted the Salarian operative to reach for the slot on his belt where a Pistol would normally be. He remembered that he was disarmed, and instead looked to wind up a backswing. Perhaps this was an assailant? Could be an enemy of the mission striking pre-emptively, or perhaps an agent of the League of One?<br/><br/>...He'd always secretly hoped he'd have an assassination attempt at least once in his life.<br/><br/>As his Omnitool started to react to the inputs of his digits, the Salarian's eyes settled on the thing that had bumped him and growled. Tall form, broad figure, strong Turian frills and orange markings...This wasn't an assassination attempt, this was the Spectre! "Oh..." He almost sounded disappointed for a moment, before his features perked up with realisation that, while this wasn't an assassin, this was the person he'd been looking for! "...Arcus, I assume?" He said, moving off of the ball of his heel and standing straight. He disengaged the Omnitool, and smiled, even as his hands rose up to adjust his collar which was slightly askance after the bump. "Cannot claim to have extensive knowledge of a 'duck.' I'm afraid. Am STG Agent Jackiro Indri though." He paused, before quickly adding. "Recognise you from description given by surly Turian with the blue markings." His first instinct was to offer to shake the Turian's hand. It was on his mind from the first meeting, but he knew it was a human custom and the Turians in particular had a...prickly stance on the humans. Instead he simply straightened up and put his arms behind his back; a salute of sorts, if not a slightly informal one. Respectful, without kissing ass. The man clearly had an aura of a hardened warrior about him, and his status likely made ass-kissing an unpleasant reality. Everyone had to begrudgingly respect and fear Spectres, after all.<br/><br/>"Afraid I do not know much about the mission. Details were kept hush-hush from what I can tell. Hoping you might be able to inform me? Mission details obviously kept clandestine for a reason, I assume some form of subtlety required. Multicultural make up of crew indicative of council's need to avoid this being seen as inciting incident by any particular species...Wouldn't want details of such a mission to leak out over Extranet." He was starting to ponder again, entering that thoughtful Salarian drawl that often came when their overactive mind started to work itself into a state of concentration. "Oh, before anything, would like to query about organising Poker game with members of crew. Human game, but mostly one of statistics and bluffing. Excellent way to analyse personality types of crew."