<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>Prat-fall<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Luus | Ipako | CLOSED<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>There was a soft chirp in her ear, a vibration in her wrist, followed by a soft, inward sigh as Ashton glanced down at her omni-tool which indicated another message awaiting her immediate attention. Something she might have ignored, if it wasn’t from Jackiro. For half a moment adrenaline prepared to fill her limbs to carry her over to the brig in case he was in trouble-- then it continued to flood her veins as Viella responded and she found herself in the awkward position of a sudden promotion.<br/><br/>“Well, fuck…” Which was exactly what she wrote in her reply. Dark brows furrowed and threatened to knit together, but she had enough wit to respond to the turian and not forget him outright.<br/><br/>“I’ll be the first to admit that I prefer killing sentient assholes over monsters. Put too many legs on those things and it’s like spiders crawlin’ up my spine.” She shivered sharply, twisting her face into one of disgust which had her pink tongue poking out past her teeth. “No thank you.”<br/><br/>Another buzz. Another soft sigh as she pulled up the screen. This took a little longer to read and respond to, but Ipako wasn’t going anywhere and Luus received a muttered apology with a discarded comment about ‘always working’ pushed under her breath.<br/><br/>When it was finished, however, the human lifted her eyes up to Luus and tried her best to come across as friendly and perfectly innocent. The face that said ‘you couldn’t possibly get mad at me’. It might have been more effective if she didn’t have batarian blood splattered on her chest with more of it stripping the ground around their boots.<br/><br/>“So… theoretically speaking… if Ipako’s life was just spared and we had to take him to the medical wing instead… what are the odds of a girl gettin’ a puff on that cigar?” She smirked. “Looks like I just got a promotion, that at least buys me a drink, doesn’t it?”