<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/><br/>A gruff chuckle filled the team’s comms.<br/>“Good luck with that diplomacy.”<br/>Drack lay completely behind cover as he took out his sniper rifle and inspected it carefully.  Any worthwhile sniper tweaked and modified their rifle to suit their needs, fine tuning it in a myriad of ways.  It was his trusted partner, one of his babies.  And now he had brought it to a world that slowly ate it.  All he could do now was check on its condition and hope that he could get a few good shots out of it before something happened.  He was going to have to get Maxine to take a look at it after the mission, she was the only person on the ship he trusted to look after his baby, and then he was going to have to fine tune it again once she was done.<br/><br/>“You’re going to need it,” Drack stated, his deep and rough voice still sounding amused.  “There’s a krogan there too.  Probably the warlord of this bunch, might even be Blood Pack.”<br/>The old krogan moved into a sniping position and carefully sighted on the other krogan.  Despite the interference from the EMP and the chlorine atmosphere, he had confidence in his experience and training, that he could still make the shot if he needed to.<br/>“So, you tell me how talking it out or trying to capture one alive is going to go.”<br/>He didn’t need Jackiro to tell him how it would go.  Given how vicious the four aliens acted, and the fact that the krogan kept his shotgun close, he could recognize the violence they were capable of and how they would react to an attempt at diplomacy.  But he wasn’t going to let an opportunity to jab at the salarian pass him by.<br/><br/>Even with the krogan in his sight, Drack didn’t fire right away.  Instead, he patiently waited.  Not for him to be given any command, he already knew what he was planning to do.  What he was waiting on was the rhythm of the wind.  He was looking for all of the tell-tale clues of how fast the wind was blowing and from which direction.  Prior experience told him sometimes a bullet could be hit with multiples going different ways, changing the flight trajectory just enough to turn an otherwise sure hit into a miss.  And right now, he couldn’t afford to miss.  Calmly, he watched and waited, his finger putting gentle pressure on the trigger but not outright squeezing.  As he focused on the shot, all other distractions faded away.  Comms, wind, his own breath and heartbeats: none of that registered.  There was only the-<br/><br/>He exhaled and squeezed the trigger simultaneously, firing a round…<br/><br/>At the shotgun lying on the crate.  The most useful information would come from their leader after all, and it would be easier to take him alive if he had one less weapon at hand.