<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.'<em>WARNING</em>, Graphic violence depicted.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG: </span></strong>Drack, Rue, Sink,<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>With the chaos of combat over, Jackiro let out a heavy exhale inside his suit. The pumping heartbeat of his overclocked Salarian body had been playing a drum solo in his ear, but everything had gone off without a hitch. He took a moment to open up Sam's message, confirming what he feared but also confirming they had time. Remembering the walk over, and the relative inability to arrive in a timely manner, the best they could do was ensure a successful third of the mission, and depend on the other teams to succeed.<br/><br/>Sadly, Drack and Sink disagreed. Sinclair nearly blew himself and the Salarian up with his drone; who had been destined to die with the way that the Engineer had been throwing him about willy-nilly. Drack did his best to take over the team's comms and assume command of the mission, and offered a...hairbrained scheme, at best. It was disquieting, if not for the fact that he should know this was a doomed plan better than most. To think he had the gall to call others on the squad 'kid.' Age did not equate Wisdom, it seems.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">'Meet at Crates. Discuss next stage. Disregard Drack's orders.'</span><br/><br/>The Salarian rose from his perch, having text the message on their Omnitools before stowing his rifle. He walked leisurely over to the site of the carnage, disregarding Sink and any sheepishness the man might have for the slight flickering of the Salarian's shield. Instead, he focused on the main event here; their mission.<br/><br/>He waited for all three of the others on Team Red to gather, before switching to Comms. At this range, the EMP storm should have been easy enough to ignore for a close circuit. “Unfortunate reality; trying to rescue Team Orange or Blue is pointless. Mission comes first, and time is not on side. Will take approximately 40 minutes to reach blue time, and at least 20 more with ship due to circumstances.” He used his Omnitool to beam over the message Sam had sent earlier. “Orange Team compromised to the point they are either steady and hidden, or dead. Focus on Mission, not on gut.”<br/><br/>Then, moving past the team he approached the Krogan. Withdrawing his pistol, Jackiro had it at the ready in case the Krogan was playing possum. He switched his Helmet to transmit his voice, a slightly electronic vibrato to his tone as he addressed the Warlord. “Understand Krogan regenerative Systems will likely have you walking in about 53 minutes. Arm will likely take a little longer. Only way to stop that is through severing of limb, correct?”<br/><br/>The Krogan didn't immediately respond; his chest began to rise and fall in quick succession, stopped, and then with an awkward flick of his hand, tuned his own audible on. With a wheezing breath and jaw clenched in pain, his laughed up at the Salarian. "<strong>Eat my quads, you-</strong>" there was a little static across the radio, but his point was made.<br/><br/>Behind his visor, the Salarian smirked. The Krogan didn't know what he'd signed up for. He walked around the Krogan's prone form, and let his Omniblade flick out to its full length. “Interesting Choice; let me retort with simple offer. Am fully aware of Krogan regenerative capabilities. Assuming you are healthy male of species of course, which is probably over-exaggeration considering role on backwater planet. You cannot be left for pick up later, meaning two possible choices are you walk with us, or you die.” Then, to reiterate his point, the Salarian struck out. With a brutal stab downwards, his Omniblade bit into the smashed elbow had went at with a hammer. A single thrust should have been enough to sever it completely, and then without a glimmer of hesitation he withdrew a Medigel syringe, using it to both patch the suit he'd briefly exposed, as well as stop any of the bleeding. Finally, he took a step back to avoid any lashing out. “Can use this to repair leg. Should cut regeneration time down to about five minutes. You can then walk with us to exfiltration. You will return to ship as Prisoner of war in hands of far less brutal people.”<br/><br/>He cleared his throat, flicking any of the sizzling gore from his Omniblade. “Alternatively, I repeat severing process on both legs. Leave you to be feasted on by Klixen on planet, or just over-exposure to Chlorine. Both very slow deaths. Choice is yours.”<br/><br/>Trust a Salarian to precision-weild a scalpel, to cut against deeper fears like a cancer. The pain in his arm was one thing; something that could be expressed with thrashing screams while orange and yellow fluids wept out of his wounds prior to the first application of Medigel. But the idea of being left here to rot or<em>worse,</em>reduced to a quivering stump, made the Krogan gulp with reluctance. While short-lived, and almost immediately relieved by the medi-gel, his screams abated as the Krogan began to struggle with catching his breath. He didn’t look convinced that he believed the Salarian. Not the part about dismembering him, the Salarian had already saw to that! But not to leave him here all together. Salarians were crazy. With a slow, wary nod of his head, he lifted his remaining arm to show that it was empty, and he intended on keeping it that way. “<strong>I-I’ll follow. Won’t even say a word, just don’t leave me here.</strong>”<br/><br/>With a single 'shink' sound, the Omniblade retracted. Jackiro's tone, which had been fairly pleasant and matter of fact even as he dismembered a living creature, didn't shift. If anything, it got an octave more pleasant, like he'd just got to enjoy a brief debate. “Excellent choice. Wish you had made it before answering inquiry with insult.” He walked around and took a solid thirty seconds to go to the Krogan's knee and apply a more accurate and liberal layer of medigel. Once he was confident he'd used up the entire dose, he turned to the rest of his squad.<br/><br/>“Will take a few minutes to fully recover. Suggest search boxes and ship for any additional context clues or the like. Also, please do not mention name of ship, or mission. Standard protocol.” He left the Krogan to recover briefly, walking over to one of the dead Vorcha. With a complete lack of empathy, he started to pleasantly<em>hum</em>as he cut the shirt off of the creature's back, making it large enough to form a sack. He intended to blindfold their guest, so as to limit any information they had. His butcher's work done, Jackiro looked positively nonplussed.<br/><br/>...After all, everything was for the success of the mission.