<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 18th, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Casual Salarian robes (https://cdn3.dualshockers.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/Screen-Shot-2017-03-01-at-1.11.50-PM.png) without hood, in a pleasant Blue-and-white variant<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Kalanhai | Room 15<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Nerding out with the Engineer.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG: </span></strong>Sink<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>Just as predicted, Jackiro was able to tell that the Salarian Intelligence Agent was a man by sex, at least. His crest was pronounced, and the mere fact that he was wondering around without any political position was enough of a hint. Still, sex wasn't everything and seemingly there was a happiness in this 'Tazzik's' face that brought a smile to the STG agent. "Glad they found something to enjoy in twilight years. She is lovely, as you said."<br/><br/>Being handed the cloaking modulator from its location inside Jacob's prosthetic, Jackiro was left staring at it ponderously. There were few easy fixes to his problem that Jackiro himself could simply apply like a band-aid, or a lathering of medigel. Truth be told, he wasn't going to have much free time to himself if he agreed to this task. It would eat into his time for recreational activities, or meeting new individuals, and it would certainly eliminate his ability to finish up the Poetic Edda.<br/><br/>...Thank heavens for that small mercy.<br/><br/>"Suppose I am willing to offer some of time. Will require a bit of tinkering to apply personal fixes due to retrofitting of knowledge, but suppose challenge will be fun." He walked back over to the workbench and began his task. Undoing components and unhinging latches until he was face to face with the internals of the item. It ran similarly enough to his own design that he didn't struggle to comprehend it at a glance, but it was missing some of the subtleties that his own schema worked with; namely the tertiary mesh that surrounded the main 'cloak' to ensure proper coverage as well as disruption of anti-cloaking technology; as well as a specific coupling he'd installed to reduce power consumption and maintain the cloak for longer periods without needing to shutdown and recharge. Installing it with his current toolset would be difficult-to-impossible, so instead he'd focus his efforts on the issue at hand, which was the core relay unit.<br/><br/>Most cloaks worked by sending out tiny pulses that would 'ping' off of pre-set points and forming a mesh of Light-bending EeZo similar to a shield. From what he could tell, Sink's was not pinging correctly off of whatever points were previously set on his artificial arm; creating a hole in the shield that his arm was visible through. Jacki's brief cloaking was to make sure the arm wasn't somehow rejecting the field, which it wasn't.<br/><br/>He worked for the better part of an hour, moving tools and making the most minute of micro-alterations to the internal device. Humming, hurring, and commenting at irregular intervals unless the Human asked any specific questions.  "Tiny alterations needed to this wiring, and this central relay. Adjust parameters...Alter conditions..." He had the common Salarian habit of speaking his thoughts out loud - mostly for his own benefit, but also so Sink could play along and listen. "Okay. Ready to reset Anchor points on arm. Adjust prosthetic and then activate search cloak function; will run Master scan and - in theory - should work. Would offer a more complete upgrade, but do not have tools to make. Perhaps can requisition once we reach civilisation."