<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>A pack of smokes for a gun.<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/>Ashton watched the turian in her peripheral vision, followed his gaze through an exhale of more smoke, and felt her eyebrow twitch upward in a curiously surprised arch. The soldier didn’t study the bystanders that had caught Luus’ attention but she did take a note of them. There were a few of those lost souls peppered around their base; innocents that were picked up as they made the hike through the city to these docks. Workers who had hidden away in storage closets and in one case, an actual locker. They were the normal, everyday sort who had simply gone to work one day and had their whole entire lives interrupted by pure science fiction.<br/><br/>Zombies. That wasn’t actually what was happening, of course, the dead weren't rising out of their graves looking to feast on brains. But it was easier to handle trauma when you had something to blame, and who was she to argue? It wasn't her job to figure out the reason behind this plot twist, just to keep the doctor alive and to keep squeezing the trigger of her guns for as long as she breathed.<br/><br/>Ashton took another slow, deep pull of her cigarette, and this time when she exhaled the woman did so with a turn of her head to keep from turning Luus’ vision into a dream sequence. The rest of her pack -mostly full- was placed in his upright palm to be greeted with her toothy, wide smile.<br/><br/>“That's gotta buy me at least a couple days use of your trigger finger, birdman."