<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Ey3kNQB.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Ashton Chase (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=335654.msg15965992#msg15965992)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Human<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>N7 - Alliance military<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 18th, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Scuffed, battle scarred and faded (https://i.imgur.com/ZBZ0RtB.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong><strong>Enlil</strong>. Docking Bay Victor-12, Pavilion<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>This is why we can’t have nice things.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Luus | OPEN<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>By the time Ashton rolled her eyes at the flaunting theatrics of one Luus Remeril, fun and chaos was breaking out across the street without so much as a polite invitation extended toward her. The N7 would have been happy enough smoking her cigarette and making side commentary on their tactics and brutality, but she wasn’t about to sit back and watch her charge take a bullet in the ass.<br/><br/>She should have seen this coming, especially since she wasn’t surprised as she watched it unfold. Ashton settled with grumbling her annoyance as Luus charged forward and into action on her flank, forced, then, to trust in the strange friendship between the krogan and the doctor and that it would be enough to keep the civilian alive.<br/><br/>Ashton dropped her cigarette to the ground, reached behind her back to pull her Mattock rifle up to her shoulder, and opened fire on the collective group. The least she could do was offer some suppressing fire and split up the attention of the rebellious little shits. And maybe a little flavor text.<br/><br/>“Hey Drack! You goin’ to let these cucks try to hurt my friend there? Tell 'em they don’t want to see me mad, big guy!”