<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 | Cargo Bay → Hydroponics<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Continuing Introductions and unfortunately getting lost.<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/>The Salarian was not expecting Esori's invasion of his personal space, but nor did he seem dead set against it. The Drell wrapped an arm around his shoulder and began to act the friendly type, and he merely stood as he had moments before, passive in his observation but somehow attached to an admittedly attractive example of the Drell's fairer sex. Her eyes were fascinating, brighter emeralds compared to the jet-black orbs of his. Most races might miss the contrast, but to the Salarian it was as clear and obvious as comparing night and day. "Suppose I technically fall under said scout regimentation. Like to think of myself as Long-Range support. Typical of Salarian in combat situation I know, but cannot glue a headplate on and pretend I'm Krogan."<br/><br/>Te'en was the more subtle of the two - which was a surprise considering her more gruff outwards appearance. Supposedly it was her outwards appearance that had caused the other Salarian to end up on the receiving end of this strange hazing ritual, so he wasn't going to simply blurt out the curiosity. Smart men were unafraid to say something wrong, and learned from their mistakes; but<em>wise</em>men knew when to be quiet and learn from others mistakes. "Situations can require many different tools; sometimes a hammer and sometimes a scalpel. Look forward to working with you both."<br/><br/>The observation eventually changed with the introduction of a Turian, of all things. His first instinct was to assume the man a Spectre; after all, he matched the admittedly tentative description of him. That thought died quickly though, as Te'en was the one who had told him what the Spectre looked like. She hadn't reacted, which either meant he wasn't the spectre, or she was trying to prank him as well. "Will admit; am curious why you are defending the man without getting full context. Seems foolhardy." His eyes locked with the Turian's for a second, analysing his gaze and his gait. How long would it take the Turian to draw his pistol, or lean forward and sink his mandibles into the Salarian's neck? Could Jackiro possibly draw Omniblade before then?<br/><br/>He blinked, realising his imagination was going ahead of his brain. The Drell was clearly having an effect on him. Briefly territorial, perhaps? Overzealous, if nothing else. "I believe this is, as humans like to call it, 'Just a Prank'. Can safely tell Salarian he is not chewing plastic explosive. Taste would be very obvious. Should be ashamed of falling for such obvious mistruth."