<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>Beginnings of operation 'Red Rescue.'<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG: </span></strong>Drack, Rue, Sink, Jay [M]<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>Despite the rough and turbulent entrance into Reetix's atmosphere, the armoured STG Salarian showed no signs of stress, or of being disturbed in some way. Those closest would hear the humming, whimsical tunes of 'Patient Jack' as he uttered out the melodic metronome of a human poet. "There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail..." He would murmur, only to begin humming again as his hands fiddled with the Omnitool wrapped around the gauntlet of his more heavily armoured left fist. He was tinkering with the device seamlessly, even as his body bounced violently around in the strapped seat of the transport vessel and as the straps fought to keep him from bashing into either of his neighbours, or into the very roof of the vessel itself. "...The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep moans round with many voices..." His helmet had been on the entire time, a precaution against the potential problems that might come with being in an untested vehicle. Any minor puncture could spell death if he wasn't prepared and he was not going to die in a decompression incident.<br/><br/>When the group finally touched down, he sighed wistfully, before finishing off the verse of the poem. "...to seek, to find, and not to yield." With a slight flair for the dramatic he rose sharply onto his feet, unaffected in any obvious way by the rough ride and instead pressing a button on his Omnitool. Whatever devices the members of Red Team used also would flash in response, before Jackiro started talking directly to his chosen group. "Red Team, have set up a Closed-network communication channel to ensure optimal chatter on mission. Would recommend switching to it when able." It wasn't an order, and as he eyed the trio of cohorts he wondered if an approach that focused on ordering would even work. He had gotten the sense that Drack had an issue with him, if only because of his species. The animosity was understandable, but the pair hadn't really had any serious one-to-one chat yet. He trusted the Krogan to be professional, as there was important work to be done.<br/><br/>Stepping off of the ship, he gave a nod to the Asari pilot Jay, appreciative of her ability to get them through such a stressful situation. To say that her skills had impressed him was an understatement. He'd met Salarian pilots who'd never even dream of a landing in such conditions, and Salarians were notoriously cavalier with their safety in the face of the right challenge. When he was done briefly admiring the Asari woman, he veered off to the eastern facing direction and stood in a sort of military stance of comfort, leaning his right hand on the holster of his pistol while the left hand held open the Omnitool and kept the Comms Channel ready. "Red Team, will quickly go over parameters of Operation Red Rescue..." He paused, looking over at Sink in particular as if he might see the Salarian's smile underneath the bulky helmet. "Hear is Earth custom to nickname missions. Title slightly direct, but hope is up to scratch." Clearing his throat, he then continued as if nothing had been said, and there had not been such an odd aside. "Mission is to secure location of unusual comms chatter planetside. Myself and Drack will be military leads, Sinclair and nar Folazi will analyse data once close enough to do so. In, out, easy as 1, 2, 3. Of course, open to suggestions or critiques, but believe best course of action is for me to lead reconnaissance solo, and Drack to stay as mid point between scout and Engineers. Questions?" He wiggled slightly, bustling under the comfortable weight of his combat gear once again. The rustle of his Sniper Rifle was a comfortable noise on his back, and a comfortable weight on his spine. He imagined this operation would be particularly smooth and easy-going, but that didn't mean he wouldn't focus on the optimal strategy. His assumptions on Sink and Rue being less combat able were possibly unfair assumptions to make, he wasn't willing to put them at risk if it could be avoided.<br/><br/>...If it could be avoided, that is. The Krogan was more likely to be able to scare off anyone that might threaten their group, while Jackiro made use of his subtle expertise as the vanguard.