<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, Jay [M]<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Jackiro's naturally inquisitve nature had him exploring with the constant and vapid interest of a true blue Salarian. He always felt a little cloistered inside the space suits, but was glad for it in particular on a mission where a potentially deadly funal infection was floating about. Some Asari used suits that were little more than breathers and biotic fields, but he would trust less in the power of space magic and more in the power of science, thank you very much.<br/><br/>His interest was piqued by the unusual bipedal tracks, which had him briefly stooping down to examine the tracks. He was suddenly sad at the lack of any zoological expert on the Kalanhai; not that the EMP storm above would allow for any communications to the ship. Even their closed-circuit communications was starting to struggle; Drack's voice coming through with a light buzz of static.<br/><br/>“Trust in judgement of yourself and Engineers. Will seek out higher vantage point to set up potential scope-point. Have found recent tracks; Bipedal and heading towards destination. Encourage you all to take things slow. Not interested in clumsy race for what is likely automated distress signal.”<br/><br/>As he said, he moved towards the nearest point of high-ground he could find in the uneven Eastern barrens. His movements were carefully and stealthy, not quite trusting his cloaking device to carry the day in this EMP Storm. Once he was confident he was somewhere high, he'd withdraw his Sniper-Rifle and start to scan the area to the east; trying to spot evidence of whatever creatures had made these tracks, trusting that Drack, Rue, and Sink could identify the pistol as important, or as distraction.