<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/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Jackiro Indri (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15749809#msg15749809)<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 20th, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Black-and-Orange Lightweight-Mesh Salarian Armour (https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/005/336/143/4k/christopher-cao-deepspace-color.jpg?1490292219) with Red Helmet (https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/005/334/407/4k/christopher-cao-salarian-helmet.jpg?1490282300)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Reetix LZ, heading East.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Operation 'Red Rescue.'<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG: </span></strong>Everyone<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Things were rough for everyone, but for Jackiro this was about as good as he could hope for considering the situation. They had been forced into un-scouted and unfamiliar territory due  to time crunch, and had been on the receiving end of some nasty ambushes. Loss of life was tough, but not unexpected. He had ruffled feathers, but they had completed the mission and hopefully, were several steps closer to finding a cure. The Salarian wasn't heartless enough to think this was a success, but it certainly wasn't a failure.<br/><br/>Still, as he took in the bagged Batarian and sat him next to the Warlord - leaving Maxine to go and assist - and as Jay came onto the shuttle, obviously shaken and disturbed - he found himself briefly at a loss. The cost of life was not one to be paid lightly, and Coaf's loss would be a stain for sure. It was unfortunate, but it was simply the reality of things. Good people died for bad reasons sometimes, and Coaf was seemingly one such example.<br/><br/>Jay spoke to him, stirring the silence of the shuttle as she worked her pre-routine. He pondered for a second, knowing that a heartless response here could be damaging for morale, and would prove the Krogan right. That last part still left Jackiro bristling, but he did his best not to show it. "We tell them his sacrifice is paving way towards vital work. We say that he gave his life in service of thousands of others. We remember his duty, his sacrifice, and his legacy." There was a moment of morose contemplation as he thought of something pretty to say. Some shard of poetry that would sum up the thoughts but honestly? He didn't know Coaf. He didn't understand the man, or his legacy before this final moment. The tragedy was that for the Salarian, that would be all Coaf was. It was a shame, really. "Should focus on people we can save right now, I think. Coaf willing to give life to save people; would want us to complete his work, no?" He wasn't aware how much that last line might cut to the bone, considering Coaf's death. He was making assumptions about what a trained soldier might want, and assumptions based on what limited knowledge he had of the Fleet-focused group mentality of the Quarian race.