<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>Morally gray<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/>Pix had winced as the batarian was reminded of his manners, but only in the way that someone familiar with the pain that came from a broken nose would. The rest of his features were mostly controlled and neutral. The two might have been in the Blood Pack together, but they certainly weren’t friends. The krogan didn’t rise to his feet in order to reenact his favorite action scene in the vids he watched, he didn’t start cursing and threatening the salarian or put on much of a show for those watching the recordings later. He looked… relieved. Then disappointed when Jackiro told him that Ipako could still live.<br/><br/>Should Ashton count that as a tally or not? Her brow quirked as she watched the krogan carefully, trying to predict his next move while also trying to follow what was going on with the salarian. She certainly hadn’t expected him to pull out the omni-blade and lacerate the batarian’s spinal cord. There was no protocol for this when she was with the Alliance military, and she certainly hadn’t had to deal with this in the few years working with the ex-Justicar. Perhaps the most surprising of all was that she didn’t think that the salarian was wrong. The longer you worked out in space and away from the sophisticated spaceports and Citadel rules, the more ‘gray’ became comfortable and safe. She lived in gray, she just wasn’t so far gone that she couldn’t recognize it anymore.<br/><br/>“Actually, I think you should just kill him.”<br/><br/>Ashton was relieved that hadn’t been her own voice. She added another tally mark and then turned to regard the krogan who had no problem with his teammate being butchered.<br/><br/>Pix shrugged his massive shoulders. “He’s crazy, even for a batarian. A pyjak wouldn’t even piss in his shoes.”<br/><br/>Ashton hadn’t the slightest idea what that was supposed to mean. Maybe it was a krogan thing?<br/><br/>Pix rolled his massive head, indicating the batarian sitting still but in obvious pain. Whatever Jackiro severed seemed to limit the terrorist’s ability to speak. “This guy was the leader of the group, broke us up into teams to transport some crates; quick and easy creds, that’s all most of us signed up for. What was within those crates wasn’t any of our business. Don’t care. Didn’t ask. Never mattered. We leave Omega, we come to Reetix. Sometimes we get to fight off a harvester for fun. We pick up the cargo, we take it back to Omega, and unload there. When another shipment is ready, we get a message and we run the same course.”