<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>Taking out the trash.<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/>Ashton’s long gate came to a complete stop upon meeting the turian in the hall. She gave him one glance and instantly felt the pull of her eyebrow as it quirked upward, first in curiosity, then in amusement while she noticed the patchwork on his carapace. Through the burns and the bandages, splotches of blue could be seen, a clear indication that his wince and his venom were genuine. Not for the first time she wondered what had happened, exactly, down there on that moon. She wished she would have been able to play a more direct role, and not just the custodian with a batarian tossed over her back.<br/><br/>The dark-skinned woman licked her lips, perhaps a tell for when she was musing quietly to herself, debating which curiosity she would touch upon first; the turian’s comment, or the turian’s question.<br/><br/>“You want sloppy seconds?” She patted the batarian right on the ass, a gesture that sent him in a verbal rage despite the useless slump of his paralyzed body. The tired rage that emanates from Ipako only made Ashton smile big and wide, flashing pearly whites that seemed nearly as vibrant as her blue eyes. Both glistened with their own mischievous flair. “As tempted as I am to string him up as a punching bag, he’s got a date with the airlock. But I’ll let you push the big red button if that’ll make you feel better.”