<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/b1/7e/11b17eca52781778f9a8fcecef870983.jpg)<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/><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<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Black-and-Orange Lightweight-Mesh Salarian Armour (https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/005/336/143/4k/christopher-cao-deepspace-color.jpg?1490292219) with Red Helmet (https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/005/334/407/4k/christopher-cao-salarian-helmet.jpg?1490282300)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Reetix LZ, heading East.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Operation 'Red Rescue.'<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG: </span></strong>Drack, Rue, Sink, Warlord.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>The walk back to the Shuttle had been a little awkward in its silence. The Salarian could sense the tension from Rue and Drack. He understood why they disapproved of his methodology, but he didn't much care. He knew he was right, and that was enough. Obstinance or not, he was too certain that his way was correct, because his way dealt with the core mission parameters. There was no promise that getitng to Team Orange five minutes earlier at the cost of a prisoner who could have vital information was going to help anything.<br/><br/>...Still, he would regret losing out on a fellow card shark.<br/><br/>Instead of dealing with his crew, Jackiro was focusing on the Warlord. Despite being without one of his arms, the Krogan seemed...healthy enough. The Medigel combined with his healing was doing its job, and after ten or so minutes he visibly kept his pistol in his hand, ready to kneecap the Krogan if he ran. He was open to answering questions if they came, but they never did.<br/><br/>Instead, they arrived at the shuttle before their cohorts, and received the comms that honestly left the Salarian sighing with relief. He wouldn't relish the 'I told you so' moment that came with being told his decision was right; he was mostly glad they hadn't had to sacrifice too many chess pieces. Each loss would hurt the mission. It was a shame they hadn't been able to bring along other key pieces, such as the Justicar, or the second Cabalite Turian. “Rue or Sinclair, please fly shuttle low to ground. Will land as close as possible to Team Orange and provide assistance once Drack and I able to sweet with rifles. Must ensure LZ is safe for potentially injured.” His tone was still even, and unshaken despite the verbal drubbing he'd both given and received. To him, it was water; pushed back into a bottle. He'd deal with it later, hopefully in a constructive way, but probably not. He'd have to ensure his door was Krogan proof when he got back to the Kalanhai; maybe install trip mines in case of explosive entry during sleep...<br/><br/>"Warlord, please have seat in back opposite me. Will have you in Ship's brig before we even know it." He guided the Krogan to take a seat, buckling him in with the pistol still pointed towards him at every second, in case he made a move.  He was deliberate, and meticulous. Surgical in reminding the Krogan that his life was currently in the hands of Jacki, and his very patient trigger finger.