<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)<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><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Krogan<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Scout/Assassin<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>20th December, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Krogan Combat Armour Painted in Greens that Match Reetix<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>East of LZ<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Mission<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Jacob, Jackiro, Rue<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Drack grunted with satisfaction.  That was one problem dealt with, now he just had to deal with an angry krogan and four of whatever the hell those were.  At least their weapons didn't look like much and he only had to really worry about the warlord's war hammer.  That would put more than just a dent in his armour, and the old krogan did not want to deal with Reetix's hostile atmosphere.  There was still time for him to take another shot, probably down one more target, but then he'd be in a melee with his sniper rifle and that was a bad idea.  The rifle would make an ungainly club for one, and he didn't want to risk it being damaged in the process.  Under the circumstances, the best thing to do was abandon his position and let them chase after him until he could lead them into a trap or where his team could easily ambush them.  Various options flashed through his head.<br/><br/>And then he heard Jay's voice over the comms and all of those plans no longer mattered.  The old krogan sighed.  They didn't have the time for any clever plans, they needed to deal with this group as soon as possible before trying to attempt some kind of rescue.  He'd just have to risk getting dinged up in the process.<br/><br/>Drack hopped onto his feet, moving with surprising agility given how bulky he was, and grabbed a stun grenade from an armour compartment.  Priming it, he quickly threw it at the trio coming for him before slinging the sniper rifle over his shoulder and drawing his combat knife in one hand and his pistol in the other.  The hasty throw went a little too far, and when it landed, the thunderous boom only managed to catch the slowest of the aliens.  It immediately dropped to the ground, but its forward momentum in the charge meant it tumbled face first into the ground and rolled a few times before laying on the ground in a twitching heap.  The alien was probably still alive, which looked to be about as close to 'keeping one alive' as the team could possibly get under the circumstances.<br/><br/>With one down, the old krogan readied himself to handle the other two coming at him.  He could see the Blood Pack markings on the krogan's armour, as well as the tell-tale signs of battle rage.  This was going to get real interesting, real fast.  It had been a while since he had killed Blood Pack.