<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>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/>Arcus picked the salarian to be the team leader.  What a kick in the quads.<br/><br/>The turbulence as their shuttle entered the atmosphere was bothersome but not terrible.  While he would rather have a smooth ride in, at least the shuttle wasn’t on fire, and it didn’t look like they were going to crash land either, not if Jay had her way.  So, he sat in grumpy silence, stewing, as the occasional unsecured object slapped against his armoured head and bounced off, while the safety harness holding him in place was pushed to its absolute limit.  No one needed 250 kilos of krogan flying around, not when it already felt like he was back in a krogan fighting pit.  His equipment was very securely and locked away, as grenades were an even worse choice to have bouncing around.  Plus, it would have broken one of his hearts if his rifle was damaged in any way, that it cost a fortune being less important than all of the little tweaks and adjustments he had made on it over the years to get it suited perfectly suited for him.  The salarian would probably understand, even if Drack was loathed to admit it.<br/><br/>When the shuttle touched down, the old krogan unbuckled himself and began to load up, not leaving a single grenade behind.  The rifle he held on to rather than have it slung over his back; he wanted that ready in his hands in case of trouble.  It wasn’t until he was done gearing up that he bothered to look at his flashing omni-tool, snorting in annoyance when he heard the salarian’s voice.  Drack debated whether or not he was going to do what the salarian recommended, preferring to tell him to go suck salarian eggs.  In the end, the old krogan reluctantly complied, not wanting to give the bastard the satisfaction of being able to report to the spectre about it.  The sooner they got the mission done, the sooner he could be back on the Kalanhai, sharing a drink with Kandok as they complained about who had the worst leader.<br/><br/>“Nice flying kid,” he comm’d Jay before setting foot on the moon.  A combination of preliminary scans and experience meant that he had taken the time to change the colour of his armour, now a mishmash of unpleasant greens that matched the surrounding terrain, allowing him to blend in.  He knew some people preferred tactical cloaking devices, and he made use of them a few times himself, but camouflage would always be his favourite form of stealth.  Effective use of camouflage was where a master’s skill could really shine through, and there was less concern about power supplies and effective duration.<br/><br/>It was good thing he had his helmet on, as it meant Drack didn’t have to conceal his sneer when the salarian engaged in some banter.  The sneer dropped and turned into a stare when the salarian announced the marching order.  That was… a surprise, he had expected to be sent out in front and scout ahead.  Admittedly, that was a role he was well-suited for, but it was a whole different story when a salarian was the one sending him out front.  More than likely, the salarian was more confident in his own skills than he was in Drack’s.  Still, sticking the krogan in the middle meant that the team leader was counting on him to not only guard Sink and Rue, but also to cover him in case things got fun.  That was worth thinking over later.<br/>“No,”  Drack grunted in response to Jackiro’s question.<br/><br/>Seeing the drone fly out, the krogan turned to Sink,  “Plan on keeping it up high or close?”<br/>He remembered someone bring up electromagnetic static in the air possibly interfering with automated systems, and the drone looked pretty automated to him.  However, Drack figured the man was smart enough to know what he was doing, so if he was confident about bringing it out, then he must be confident in being able to maintain control over it.  So instead, he asked about where Sink wanted to put it, so he wouldn’t accidentally shoot it on reflex if he saw it darting around the corner of his eye.<br/>“What about you,”  Drack asked the quarian.   “You have anything I need to watch out for?”