<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 → Hydroponics<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Continuing Introductions and unfortunately getting lost.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG: </span></strong>Te'en, OPEN<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>Once he'd left the Cargo Bay, Jackiro decided the best thing he could do was to literally get lost. No doubt the Krogan who'd not given his would find it amusing for him to take the literal meaning of so many of his fellow Krogans had thrown his way on instinct.<br/><br/>For the most part, the Salarian was hoping to bump into the Spectre that commanded this mission. While he was aware that one was on the ship from his own pre-mission briefing as part of the supporting contingent of the Salarian Special Task Group, he also overheard one of the humans who'd failed to introduce themselves mention that one was on board as well. Personally, he'd have rather not announced that sort of detail while the ship was still docked, but who was he to judge other people's conduct?<br/><br/>Humming, the Salarian pressed the button on the elevator to go to the top floor, deciding he'd start at the top and work his way down. Once the elevator arrived, he walked in a random direction and found himself in a rather delightful room filled with greenery and fine plant-life. He noticed various different Communication tools and the like available here as well, which made him assume that this place was likely equal parts laboratory, Comms room, and centre of relaxation? “Huh, what a fascinating and judicious use of space. Should compliment ship designer if ever given chance.”<br/><br/>He scratched his chin, glancing over at an unknown Asari with a smile. “Excuse me. Name is Jackiro; was hoping to find the Commanding Officer on the ship. Don't suppose you know them? Maybe have identifying descriptors?”