<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=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 | Late<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Mission attire, sans helmet.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Kalanhai | Brig<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Interrogation<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG: </span></strong>Batarian Prisoner, Krogan Prisoner, Ashton Chase, Viella [M], Odrinne  [M], Kal'Solon [M], Flo [M]  | OPEN<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>With the evacuation completed, and the team back on the Kalanhai, Jackiro's focus was off of the teams and the injured, and it was struck firmly once again on the mission at hand. Within minutes, he was summoning additional support for the transfer of prisoners, paging first the Security Officer Viella, and then to a few other parties who might be interested in supporting the action; such as the Asari's second, a Drell Mercenary, a partially recovered Turian Biotic, and a Quarian male. He intentionally omitted only one name of unused Combat assets from the list; namely Ness Myjin. Her thoughts would likely be...somewhere else. There was no promise she wouldn't be particularly compromised.<br/><br/>A few people got back immediately, with the Turian reporting she was still too unwell for active duty, and the Asari Chief-of-Security's Second confirming they would be present.<br/><br/>Jackiro moved quickly enough, encouraging the Krogan Warlord with the missing arm to follow him without any particularly strong bindings, all while keeping a bag on the Batarian's head. He was sure that fear and the promise of safety would keep the Krogan curtailed, but if not he could just shoot the thing's knees out.<br/><br/>The slow journey from the Hanger to the Brig was fairly simple, with only a mild tension in his gut. He wanted to check on Samantha, and Arcus. The two had been decent folk, and he hated to think they might not be able to participate in Poker night. Perhaps he could host it in the medical bay?<br/><br/>Shaking the errant, irrational thought from his mind he focused on the important. He focused on the mission. The two prisoners were led into a single cell, and instructed to sit behind the same table on opposite sides, binding them with heavy duty cuffs. There was a method to this, as abnormal a technique as it was. Hopefully they would co-operate, but if not, he hoped that turning them against each other might be the best way to ensure the competitive mercenary instincts to kick in, and survivor's instinct to win out.<br/><br/>He waited ten minutes for people to arrive, so as to observe or insert themselves into the interrogation. When that time was done, no matter who arrived, he began. “Begin Recording, authorisation STG dash Three, Twenty, Four, Twelve Taskforce AA.” To the Blood Pack, it was gibberish. To most of the people onlooking it was likely gibberish. To him, it was a way to clear his throat, and to set the tone for this interrogation. It was a simple enough cypher for him to find the recording later. If the Blood Pack were savvy, and picked up the one detail in said cypher that was obvious – by design - they would know they were in trouble.<br/><br/>“Shall begin. Prisoner on left, please state name and affiliation.” He pointed towards the Krogan, waiting for him to speak before then continuing in a mechanical, focused manner. “Prisoner on...Oh, deary me. Forgot manners.” He walked over to the Batarian, ripping the hood off of him and making sure the first thing he saw was the Krogan Warlord, brutalised and still likely in a state of shock after the Amputation of his arm, before Jackiro walked to his previous spot in between the two at the 'head' of the table. “Prisoner on Right, please state name and affiliation. Please do not waste time. Krogan is aware of what happens when people waste my time and are rude, Cannot imagine you do any better than he did.” He paused, waiting to hear from the Prisoners. He didn't imagine anyone else would be keen to jump in with this business, but they were welcome to, assuming they didn't undermine him. That would be a rather unprofessional thing to do. A detriment to the mission at large. By this time, he had taken the Krogan's Omnitool off of him, and had handed it off to be delivered to Engineering for repair. Hopefully it had some recoverable data, in case this proved less fruitful than he hoped.