<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>Jacob, Jackiro, Rue<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Drack was prepared to engage the warlord and the other alien in defensive melee combat, manoeuvring so that Jackiro would be able to get a clear shot and take them out while he had them locked in combat with him.  He hadn’t anticipated that his grenade would also remove the other krogan’s shield, nor did he anticipate the dumb brute suddenly pausing to chastise his subordinate, opening him up to getting a sniper round right through his knee.  A deep sense of annoyance filled the old krogan, even as he rapidly adjusted his plans.  Taking out the two in front of him would be much easier now that the warlord was having to crawl to get to him rather than charge, and the other alien looked like a few well-placed rounds would take care of it.  Once those two were down, they could sweep the other two, and Rue would be able to get the data in peace, and then hightail it words blue team and make sure their pilot would be alright.<br/><br/>Of course, the salarian had to have other ideas, and he wondered if it took a genius to be that stupid.  As the other alien was taken down, freeing Drack to ‘subdue’ the warlord, he was still contemplating putting a quick three rounds into his opponent’s head, grab whatever they needed off of his omni-tool and calling it a done deal.  His idea of the long-term seemed to be different than Jackiro’s, and he wasn’t inclined to waste time arguing.  All of these thoughts were flashing through his mind, and then Luus’s staticky report came in.  After listening to it, Drack knew what he needed to do.  Charging the crawling krogan, he evaded the warhammer and brought his own heavy weight and a very sturdy armoured boot down on his opponent’s elbow, making sure he heard the sound of it crunching beneath him.<br/><br/>With the warlord disabled, Drack began to run towards the two remaining aliens being pinned down by the drone, and doing his best to communicate through his omni-tool at the same time.<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">“Use omni reliable,”</span>he typed frantically.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">“Luus go shuttle 1st flying to OT faster less time carry living RT meet at shuttle with you.”</span><br/>The old krogan sent the message to everyone on the mission.  He knew about klixen, and he also knew that where you found klixen, you found harvesters, and if that was the trouble Orange Team had met, they needed reinforcements as soon as possible.  Even if they had managed to fend it off, or even kill it, there was the possibility of another one, or just more klixen that hadn’t been taken care of.<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">“Kill rest fast then go,”</span>he typed to the rest of Red Team.  Once he was done, he aimed with his pistol at the aliens and fired at them while he ran.<br/><br/>If there was going to be more klixen and potentially a harvester, he wasn’t going to waste ammunition on the warlord that could be better served against more hostile threats, nor was he going to waste time bringing the brute along with them.  The planet itself could take care of him, and with a blown out knee and broken elbow, it wasn’t as if he was going to be going anywhere quickly.  Once the rest of the aliens were dead, Red Team could reach Orange Team and share medi-gel if they were out.  And if there was time to spare, they could pick up the warlord before taking off again.