<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/>Jackiro watched, as he was wont to do. He observed the way Aria's gaze lingered on Luus, and Ashton, and then even a pleasant moment when their gazes lingered. He wouldn't pretend the Asari was unattractive, and he almost felt himself preen slightly at the look, as if once again he was where he meant to be. Soon enough, Aria's gaze moved to their payload, taking in Pix's fear with a sneer and no small amount of delight before being...taken aback by Ipako.<br/><br/>Ipako's reaction was curious, but also a good one for the crew. It wasn't a pleasant sort of familiarity , which meant the plan was still very much live.<br/><br/>Sadly, the Asari was distracted by an influx of new data. Jackiro cursed not being in the loop, if only because his own curiosity stabbed like daggers in the face of this new quandary. His overclocked mind cogitated and commutated at the alarming speed a Salarian's could, trying to pick out what might have happened. He was slightly worried that the other team might be the root cause, but there were no guns pointed at them yet. That was a positive.<br/><br/>Aria's focus fell back upon him, and she directed her questions to him briefly. He paused, weighing up his options. Lying was his first instinct, but that was snuffed by her apparent insider knowledge of their crew. She probably didn't know the whole truth, or Arcus wouldn't really be counted as a full-fledged Spectre right now. That was good to pocket as a note.<br/><br/>When lies are impossible, a curated version of the truth becomes the best way to manage a risky situation. “Our prime objective is simple: Virus ravaging Citadel, fungal in nature, targeting Human, Salarian, and possibly other species. Specifically ineffective against Biotics. Followed information trail, led to Moon where we confronted these two.” He paused, gesturing at Ipako and Pix. “Current trail leads here. Krogan admitted was getting work from 'Anonymous source' here, using your boards. If trail stops at Omega, then Council will assume large-scale biological attack was fault of Omega. Hoping to find next breadcrumb, so as to lead angry Council eyes – and Salarian Armadas – away from your domain; your profit margin. Hoped you would be amenable to idea. If not willing to offer aid, at least offer blessing; although sooner we get out of your hair, better for business I assume.”<br/><br/>He had left out a lot of details. Not mentioning Arcus' condition, or the nature of Viella's snap promotion, or their expert crew on the ship; or the overarching mission and time-crunch that they were on; and certainly not that there was another team out in Omega, kicking stones and seeing what moved.<br/><br/>“Oh, also, Both prisoners part of Blood Pack; recruiting ugly new species with long teeth. In case that helps.” That last nugget was mostly a way for Aria to have an obvious target for her likely sizable wrath. No one liked being played with, and the Blood Pack were playing with Aria's wealth and her business. The Salarian admired the brutal efficacy that the fear for this woman inspired in others. It was hard not to.