<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/>“Maintenance is important part of mission. Clock stops working if cog taken out.” Jackiro was mostly ignoring Jacob as he uncloaked and got somewhat dressed. Decency was of little major concern to the Salarian, because he didn't really care about the man as a sexual entity. It seemed a little odd, admittedly, because the ship was hardly a warm place; but with no external extremities it probably had less of an effect on the unusual human? "Would be interested who this Tazzik is. Do not believe I have met them yet."<br/><br/>Getting into the nitty-gritty of the Cloaking technology took Jackiro a few minutes, but he was happy enough to start really sinking his metaphorical teeth into the task at hand. The first problem was that the model was slightly obsolete. Predating his own innovation of the last few years somewhat. That wasn't a problem for Jacki of course, but it meant that it wasn't as easy a fix. “Hmm, problem not with prosthetic material because other limbs unaffected. Prosthetic seems functional otherwise...Perhaps object of interest not exactly arm?” He hummed, before lifting up the arm and taking a moment to breathe.<br/><br/>A wave of thought hit him, and in a bizarre reversal of the situation Jackiro vanished in a technological hum...along with the arm. “Ah-hah.” The disembodied voice had a bit of mirth to it now, as the brain ran its hamster-wheel into an inferno of locomotion and invention. “Think I have identified problem.”<br/><br/>Uncloaking, Jackiro handed the limb back to Sink, aware it was probably inconvenient to be without an arm; even if it was something the mechanical man was likely used to. “Suspect the issue is with Cloaking Field modulation unit. Not detecting arm as object to be cloaked. Would hypothesise that relays on prosthetic limb are perhaps damage or somehow out of synch with module. Simple fix, but not one I can do without taking apart Cloaking Field Modulation Unit itself. Imagine you have ability to do personal debug, considering skillset.”<br/><br/>The Salarian smiled, taking a step back from the desk and sighing with a wistful smirk. “Enjoy challenges like this. Rare I get to flex mental muscles these days. Mostly busy with the shooty-shooty-bang-bang missions.” He turned to fully face Sink, head tilting slightly as he acknowledge the bandage on his nose for the first time. “Did not notice injury yesterday in lower deck. Everything okay?”