<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/cqu31aC.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Ashton “Ash” Chase<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>Second in Command, Security<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">Date:</span></strong>20th December, 2174 CE | Evening<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Shown<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Brig<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Last step for Ipako.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Jacki | Prisoners | OPEN<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>Ashton was used to seeing violence and gore; serve in the Alliance Military for a time, like she had, and you were bound to pull the trigger against one alien race or another. Mercenaries, slavers, they came in different shapes and colors. Their blood was no different.<br/><br/>If she lifted her pistol and shot Jacki in the face, the desk, the wall behind him, would be splattered green. When she was up against some slavers the first time she had worked along side with Viella, she noticed that the Asari were pretty in all things; they bled purple. Turian mercenaries; they were blue, and the krogan were a mix of yellow and orange. But it was the batarians that were crimson, just like humans, and she always found it eerie and strange to see that one of the most disgruntled race in the system shared something in common with the most obnoxious. And even<em>that</em>was interchangeable.<br/><br/>Red blood continued to drip down Ipako’s back where the omnitool had severed his spinal column. He was holding back longer than Ashton had anticipated, and even after Jackiro said the words, “<em>Two minutes, by the way,</em>” she frowned at how the batarian had settled into his fate.<br/><br/>The ominous words he delivered did a good job of stripping away power from the room. He wasn’t going to talk, he wasn’t going to give in. His cause was stronger than his instincts or his will to walk.<br/><br/>Pix shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Like I said, the crates were a side job. What was in them wasn’t our business. They paid us good credits, so we never asked. We were there for the vorcha, to take them back to Omega.” Another shrug of his massive shoulders, and with a sideways glance the krogan tried to piece out what was going unsaid between them. He was oblivious to this news, maybe even in part to what it could have meant. Pix hoped that the time would expire quickly, if only because Ipako was the kind of crazy even a krogan was cautious of.