<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 20th, 2174 CE | Late<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Mission attire, sans helmet.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Kalanhai | Brig<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Interrogation.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG: </span></strong>Ipako, Pix, Ashton | OPEN<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div>There was a brief look in Jackiro's face. It wasn't disgust, or disappointment; at least not in the forlorn oh-woe-is-me sense. It was...apathy. It was the look a man gave when he had to hold a conversation without wanting to. It was the glance that someone wore when they had to spend long stretches of time with their boring aunt or uncle. It was the drudgery of knowing you had to sit through the same speech from the same colleague that you could already hear them saying it your head. It was boredom.<br/><br/>And so, with a yank and a swish, he pulled the Omniblade free from Ipako's back.He didn't make any move to intentionally injure the Batarian any more than he had, but nor had he taken any care to preserve the nervous cluster of his spine. Jackiro had made an ultimatum, and Ipako had refused it. This wasn't the time when the grizzled hero buckled and offered up the cure despite themselves. This was the end of Ipako's life as a Bipedal creature.<br/><br/>“Terminating Interview with Ipako Pregcalok, former and disgraced embassador of Batarian to Citadel. Will advise Acting Commander to offer Blood Pack Member over to Aria as leverage to earn Asari's favour once land on Omega, with information that their activities have led to the attention of Citadel, Salarian Special Task Group, and Spectres onto Omega while biological attack on Citadel space continues.” He glanced over at Ashton, his side-eye glancing at Ipako before he smiled to the human with the dark complexion. “Please have Batarian taken away. Will conclude conversation with Warlord Pix once uncooperative element removed.”<br/><br/>He glanced at the wall, and at shook his head. “Fourty seconds... At least impotent bully will not harass innocent civilians any longer.”<br/><br/>Then he waited.<br/><br/>And waited.<br/><br/>He waited until the Batarian was gone, and turned his attention to Pix. The Krogan had at least been cooperative, so that meant he deserved some measure of respect. Brutality on the planet aside, he had no reason to torment the Prisoner after all. “Will say this once. Looks bad for you, for all affiliates, and for Blood Pack, as well Clan Cuga. Shall look to organise separate and more comfortable cell for you, as well as visit to Medical facility at later date; likely much more competent doctors than on Omega. Need reason to give you preferential treatment.” He sat in the chair that Ipako had recently been in, looking at the Krogan with the same stoic face. “Conversation now might save your people lot of trouble. If protecting them, will find out. If withholding detail that clears your group? Will bite them in rear. Scrutiny is not what Criminal organisations thrive on. Imagine what happens when entire Blood Pack operations screech to halt because Ipako and Pix were doing dodgy side job?”<br/><br/>Leaning back, he just...waited. There wasn't a timer here, but this was his last play. If Pixstonewalled him, then they'd have to move onto Omega with a slight hint that the Blood Pack had something to do with all this. Hopefully, there was more than that. Hopefully, his hard choices would bear some fruit.