<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=329029.msg15736704#msg15736704)<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;">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 Silver-and-black hue<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Kalanhai |  Hydroponics --> Elevator to Mid-Deck Sleeping Quarters<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Concluding Introductions and taking his leave.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG: </span></strong>Te'en, Esori, Luus --> OPEN<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>With the conversation winding down, and with all three of the new acquaintances seemingly agreeing in some way to consider his little offer of Poker later on, the Salarian in Silver nodded his head to each of them in turn. "Was pleasant conversation with all of you. Imagine will be speaking to you all soon enough. Should leave before Salarian Sonor gets embarrassed by realisation of his foolishness upon japes conclusion." His eyes eventually settled on Luus at the end, staring at the Turian and blinking a couple of times before eventually nodding at him again. "Yes. This will be an exciting mission, I suspect."<br/><br/>With those as his parting words, the Salarian just flicked on his omnitool and pulled up the floor plan he'd received from the as-of-yet-unnamed Bionic Human Engineer. It was certainly a mouthier title than Jackiro would have liked, but when humans forget their own common greeting rituals it is no wonder they get such unhelpful titles. He really did need to learn the man's name...<br/><br/>...Lots of people's names he needed to know, in fact. Thankfully he had the name of the Spectre. Arcus, who had Orange Stripes. The multi-cultural nature of this crew truly was fascinating. He'd met a lot of individuals already, and of many different race as well. Turians, Asari, Drell, Humans, even that Brutish Krogan fellow.<br/><br/>Either way, he left the Hydroponics den and made his way for the Elevator. Assuming no one stopped him, he intended to retire to his room for now. His social batteries were drained, and he wanted to check to see all of his equipment had arrived in one piece. Without needing to socialise any more, he could spend an hour or so tinkering with the Thermal dispersal pack on his Cloaking Device. Perhaps with the right level of optimisation he could reduce the effectiveness of thermal reading equipment...Or maybe he could alter the light dispersal algorithms in someway so as to improve the longevity of a single use of the Cloak? He also needed to consider the effectiveness of more analogue security measures like Vorcha, or human guard dogs. Perhaps with-<br/><br/>Until the elevator eventually dinged open, he was lost in thought, and when it did arrive, he moved into it as if on autopilot. For now, at least, he was mentally checked out.