<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/>When Rue addressed Drack as a captain, gruff laughter filled the comms.<br/>“I'm not a captain, kid,” the krogan replied, sounding more relaxed.  “Never had a rank in an army or a mercenary company, never led a crew on a ship.  Just stick with Drack, kid.  Sounds weird otherwise.”<br/>He shook his head, still chuckling as he started to stealthily move forward.  For such a large brute of a being, he had alarmingly soft and light steps when he wanted to, hardly making any noise.  Calling him a captain, ha. Drack tried to remember when was the last time he had interacted with quarians and whether they were all that formal.  It seemed like only a few years ago that most people knew what a quarian's looked like, then BAM, it was all envirosuits, migrant fleets, and geth occupying the Perseus Veil.  Shame really, he remembered when he could get into a bar fight with one, hit them with solid headbutt, and not be worried about being charged with attempted murder when security arrived.  These days, he had to be careful not to break one if he didn't plan on killing them.<br/><br/>Silently moving through the blighted landscape, he followed behind Jackiro, unused to having to trail after someone.   Drack was used to be able to roam around independently, even when he was acting in concert with another force.  Tagging along like this rankled, but there was no way the two engineers would be able to survive if the two got ambushed while he wandered around and the salarian trusted him to have his back for some baffling reason.  The krogan was a professional though, and while he wasn't happy, he'd do his damn job.  Drack was constantly surveying the area, and even kept an eye on the ground beneath him.  He didn't like the plants, not the look of them and not how they moved and acted whenever someone got close.  Reminded him of some of the hostile flora on Tuchanka and others planets he had been too, plants that looked innocent or only acted a little weird before turning around and swallowing one of his teammates whole or hit them with a toxin that melted their guts and turned them into meat balloons in seconds.<br/><br/>“Wait,” Drack grunted on the comms.  His constant wariness and a little bit of luck had him spot something glinting.  Glinting wasn't supposed to be a thing here.  Rather than move closer, he took a look through his scope to confirm what he was looking at before nodding towards the corroded pistol he had found.<br/>“It's a pistol,” he stated.  “Looks pretty beat up.  Not sure if it's been a long time or if it's just the atmosphere.  It could be a clue, but it could also be a trap.  Either of you three techs can figure it out?”<br/>The krogan's gaze swept over their surroundings, making sure that this wasn't some sort of clever trap and that the others wouldn't be ambushed while they were distracted.  He'd experience something like it before, when he was much younger, and used it himself a few times to good success.  Never too old to pick up new tricks after all.