<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. Sonon, Mary-Ann [Mentioned]<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>It was...frustrating to pretend everything was fine. It was aggravating to be forced to turn the other cheek as his team made it clear they were opposed to his decision making. Drack, in particular, made no effort to hide his disdain. Jorgal was the one leading the hateful march to the ship, and Jorgal was the one who pounded the side of the ship in faux outrage. Despite his posturing, he had a shard of proof...he also had the naïve belief that everyone else on this mission wasn't in some form equally equipped to succeed. Maxine, the weapon's expert, surely knew how to set up a safe and useful explosive cordon. Surely he also knew that fighting was not the solution with Klixen? One errant shot, and the bugs would detonate; alerting a hive full of attackers, as well as potential harvesters.<br/><br/>Drack was focused on trying to tell Maxine how to do her job, meanwhile Jackiro patched his comms into the Open feed and offered a suggestion not to the busy Ground Team, but the Kalanhai's own operatives. “<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><em>Operative Sonon. Suggest scrambling Blood Pack forces with distress beacon on distant part of planet. Falsify ping at location of Red Team's target, perhaps? Perhaps create Blood Pack distress signal, or that of wealthy merchant? Could be work for Blonde Human-Hacker-Woman. Anything to buy minutes for silent exfil.</em></span>” His suggestion made, Jackiro then turned to Drack, who had questioned him on the most basic possible precaution like he was a rank amateur. He wouldn't have minded, if it wasn't for the Krogan's constant attempts to undermine him bringing him to a boiling point.<br/><br/>“Krogan's Omnitool broken. Attempted to jack into it on way here. Seems to have been damaged before skirmish. Speedy recovery of data would have been impossible if we had taken alternative route and terminated prisoner. Trust in Blue team and Orange team to hold own weight. Suggest you try it, instead of telling capable officer how to do her job.” The last word was a jab, but he didn't much care. Drack had tested his nerve too much for him to smile and pretend everything was fine. He still had his pistol in hand, near the Prisoner's leg, but it would be far quicker for him to bring it up to Drack's gut than it would be for Drack to charge him down in rage.