<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/501567062359932930/809964595283623966/Screenshot_7.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><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Rume'Zamin nar Folazi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15757488#msg15757488)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Quarian<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Mechanic<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>Reinforced Enviro-suit as seen in picture<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Landing Zone with Red Team<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Hack successful<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Jackiro| Sink| Drack<br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>Bringing herself to her full height once more the only thought on her mind was to give aide towards the other teams whom seemingly had drawn the petite end of the drinking utensil, having come under attack by various forces that had been deemed to be the worst case scenarios on a mission but clearly had made themselves known. The uncertainty of the unknown of their current statuses was what worried the quarian more than even the danger itself, with only blips of information able to be obtained there was no telling just how rapidly the situation was riding into the decline, which made it all the more needed for red team's reinforcement with the success of their own side mission. Omni-tool held out in front of herself Rue had already taken the first few steps towards the last known ping of coordinates they were known within, Drack's congratulating order seemingly giving the go ahead to do so. Of course in doing so Rue was able to catch the after effects of Bobby's fizzing explosion due to the atmospheric blunders, Sink's comically distressed cry earning a frazzled gasp from the mechanic, but it was difficult to focus on such with the clear opposition message swiftly sent by Jackiro in regards to reconvening near the crates.<br/><br/>--Should we not--<br/><br/>Rue only barely typed out on her own onni-tool in defense of seeking out the injured parties of their crew, before clearing the message body with a grimace, finding herself respecting orders given by their team leader although clearly conflicted over the implications. There had already been the light sprinkling of differing forces that was Krogan and Salarian, that while their mission had been indeed successful, clearly there was a power struggle among themselves that Rue could not begin to understand. Shutting her omni-tool's shield once more the quarian rounded the back of the corroded shuttle to find the various sounds she had only heard finally become a clearer picture, the warlord clearly wounded and in pain but had been disarmed to prove little threat to the gathered forces now surrounding him. Standing at attention Rue fund Jackiro's explanation cut and dry in a way that was highly diplomatic in it's delivery-which was expected- but it still did little to quell the amount of gut wrenching worry that continued to bubble in her chest for their fellow crew mates. " Respectfully captain Indri, is there not a chance that both teams can be reached given their current situations?" The quarian stressed with some worry, although she would soon pipe down as the showdown between the salrian and warlord took a far different turn than she expected, the intensity of such certainly an example in which she would not forget anytime soon.<br/><br/>The brutally perfection of Jackiro's methods of<em>encouraging</em>their prisoner made Rue's stomach turn woefully, the quarian glancing away as the extraction of the omni blade came in contact with the xeno along with a howl. What made the moment that much more powerful was the calculating wave of calmness that seemed to come over Jackiro as he did so with ease, just as content as he had appeared prior the landing zone while humming his enchanting poem; was this the same man? Biting the inside of her cheek she was thankful for the warlord to have given in before Jackiro's methods were made reality in dismembering, healing the xeno to take captive alive just as promised, although now she found herself unable to keep back her comments.<br/><br/>"Indri sir...such tactics are they necessary for an enemy already down?" Rue mused sheepishly, keeping some distance as she glanced towards the warlord with a wince. It was a battle yes and with every enemy there were measures to take, but surely it didn't need to go so far did it?<br/><br/>