<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=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;">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 | Cargo Bay<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Making himself obvious, and getting to know his fellows. Briefly greeting the Councilor's and gauging their reactions.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Namir, Councilor Penin, Councilor Araeus, 'Sink', Drack, OPEN<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>Curiousity.<br/><br/>It was as strong a motivator as the Salrian could hope for, as he watched with interest the comings and goings of the ship. Two Councilors, a pair of Humans, and a Krogan, of all things...As well as an additional cadre of at least two of his fellow STG members, a smattering of Turians, and the odd Asari. One in particular was a delightful shape of blue, tinted red by a flush of embaressment and the huff of overworked determination.<br/><br/>Despite everything, he was glad to seem like an anonymous busybody on the ship. He had been brought in to assist with a STG mission, mostly under the pretense of being observed by a Spectre. It was the one tidbit of information that he had over most others, a valuable arrow in his quiver. Eventually – and knowing that he likely hadn't escaped the astute eyes of Councilor Penin – he would have to present himself. He decided it was best to rip the band-aid off, especially considering there was a Krogan on board. Krogan had propensity to discriminate against Salarians for Genophage.<br/><br/>...Hard to call it unjust, but the needs of the many outweighed the few. Many races would be able to thrive on the planets that a rampant Krogan population needed to sustain itself, and Krogan were not exactly species known for improving galactic community in a meaningful, non-bug squashing way.<br/><br/>He stepped away from a few of the Salarians he'd essentially used as a cloak to blend in with, and looped his arms behind his back in a formal pose. The tall blue Salarian moved with a silent gate, standing at psuedo attention next to the Black-garbed human who was shaking the Councilor's hand. “Ah, so this is the human hand-shaking custom I read up on in the most recent behavioural analysis brief. Fascinating way to express greetings and attempt to form mutial respect; while also posing as a challenge of strength. Would not be surprised if custom caught on with Krogans.”<br/><br/>He glanced over at the Cybernetically enhanced Human, head tilting slightly at the augmentations. '<em>Wonder if those augmentations are considered an unfair advantage in human society for ability to unfairly enhance grip strength?</em>' He cleared his throat, moving his eyes up to the Human's face instead. “Hello, am willing to posit questions if you are asking for them: How are the ship's cloaking and jamming capacities? What is the top Relay-less speeds acheivable by ship, in case of firefight? What is procedure for disembarking onto planatary or Space Station-based excursions?”<br/><br/>After asking his barrage of questions, he paused for a moment, blinking before remembering his manners. “Terribly sorry, Non-Salarian customs dictate I lead the conversation with either my name or a quip. Name is Jackiro Indiri. STG. Pleasure to make acquinatance. Why did the chicken exit the theatre?” He paused for a moment, as if giving people time to answer before finishing the joke. “Because it was a production of Hamlet, and there was a murder most fowl.”<br/><br/>After a moment, the Salarian smirked, before nodding at the Councilors. Plesantries aside, he wasn't sure just how much more he should announce of himself. Councilor Penin would know who he was, and if he wanted to air that laundry, that was his right and privilage.