<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>Jackiro, Luus, Rue, Sink<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>“The other teams are requesting aid and you're abandoning them?”<br/>Drack had been able to maintain a relative calm throughout the entire conflict, but he felt his blood begin to boil and a well of energy building up inside of him, all tell-tale signs of incoming battle rage.<br/>“You don't know shit about what can happen on the battlefield or in a war!” the old krogan exploded, shouting in Red Team’s comms.  “There's no such thing as 'steady and hidden', you're either 'in danger' or 'dead'.  I've seen people survive and die because of dumb luck, and sometimes what decides the difference is the people on your team.”<br/>He would be the first to admit he didn’t have a personality that made him likable to everyone.  Drack knew who he was and what he was about after several centuries of life and he wasn't likely to change any time soon.  However, that didn’t make him blind to the most basic principle of teamwork and the importance of morale.  There would be no compromising over something like this, not when every experience and gut instinct told him the salarian was a short-sighted fool.<br/><br/>“There have been squads that survive for hours, days or weeks longer than they should, against all the odds, and they did it because they believed that other squads had their backs, that reinforcements were coming,” Drack growled.  History held a lot of examples of soldiers managing to overcome insurmountable odds, and he had experienced it personally enough times not to discount it, especially when he was the one having to face the stubborn bastards.<br/>“We're going to have harder missions than this, in even worse conditions, and what determines whether people hold the line or break is the belief they have in each other.  There's no guarantee that we'll still be in these teams on the next mission, which means when you, you and you,” the krogan pointed at the salarian, Rue and Sink, “are calling for assistance, you need to believe that I'm going to answer and be there, no matter how dangerous or illogical is.  Because even when the brain says it's stupid, the heart still hopes and that's what keeps people fighting on.”<br/><br/>“If we don't even try to rescue them, on our first mission no less, it means we're not a team, we’re just a group of individuals who need to look after ourselves because we can't trust the others to have our backs when we need it.”<br/>He jabbed an angry finger at the salarian's direction, “Arcus's made a mistake and it wasn't putting us on the same team, it was putting you in charge when you don't even understand what a team is!”<br/>Drack was gripping his pistol and knife tightly, and it was only because it was designed for krogan use that they didn't break under his rage; it was only when he saw the message from Luus that he felt some of it die down.  He still wanted to angrily spit on the ground, instead he settled for just a loud “Bah!” as he shook his head and shifted his focus elsewhere.  At least Orange Team would finally receive the help they needed.<br/><br/>“As for that,” Drack motioned with his knife at the maimed warlord.  “That doesn’t happen again.”<br/>While he wasn’t shaken by the salarian’s display, the krogan was disgusted by it.  By and large, krogans were an aggressive and brutal race, he wouldn’t deny that.  But there was no honour to be found in torture, no proof of strength.  Torture was the method of cowards or incompetents, and it was hard to decide which was more contemptible.  It was good to hear Rue’s objection, it would have been disappointing if she had just silently let it pass.  She could have been bolder about it, but it took courage nonetheless and he respected that.  As for Sink?  Well, he was distracted by the aftermath of his drone exploding, so the krogan wasn’t going to hold it against him for now.<br/>“I didn’t take him alive for you to cut apart.  Try it again and I’ll put a bullet in his brain, let him die by a warrior’s hand, along with any other prisoner that ends up in your hands,” he declared.<br/><br/>“Rue, Sink, do whatever it takes to get a message to Sam fast.  Boost the strength of your omni-tool or whatever, I don't know how it works.  You need to let her know that help is on their way, Orange Team just needs to hold on and stay alive,” he told the other two.  On his part, he needed to get in contact with Luus.<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">“Luus, we’ve cleared hostiles at our location, do you still need our aid?”</span>Drack typed.