<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>That’s what she said.<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/>While Ashton couldn’t see the look on Ipako’s face, she was mostly certain that the fine tremble that had set in his shoulders had less to do with pain, and more to do with whatever emotion that was running through that crazy head of his. She couldn’t see his four eyes flicking side to side as his mind raced, or the way his mouth was open and sucking in greedy breaths of air. But she could see the sweat starting to collect on the back of his neck, and the telltale signs of self-preservation instincts trying to hardwire control over his limbs. The only problem was that he couldn’t move. Ipako needed to speak the magic words in order to make it through this.<br/><br/>The krogan smiled. The sort of smile one fashioned after seeing the bully get a taste of karma. Whatever Ipako was to Pix, it wasn’t met with a friendly sense of comradery.<br/><br/>“It was frequent enough to be a regular thing, but not so frequent that we could schedule around it.” Massive shoulders gave in to the impulse to shrug. “We were mostly there for the vorcha- tough bastards. New recruits.” Pix grinned at that, and for as much of a simpleton the unlucky krogan was, there was a feral glint to his eyes. Maybe he was a warlord for a reason after all? “The crates were a side gig, Salarian. We’d bring empty crates and switch them out with full ones with the vorcha. Train them on Reetix to harden them a bit, then bring them to Omega to give the Blood Pack some more leverage.”<br/><br/>Another shrug, but this one was less casual as he gave the batarian another sideways glance. “Aria T’loak might run Omega… but she doesn’t own the Blood pack. Or any of the gangs, for that matter. So long as we pay our dues and give our respects, she doesn’t give a damn about what we do.”<br/><br/>Ashton crossed her arms at her chest, lifting a quirked brown in the Salarian’s direction but didn’t expect any response coming from him. It would only break character, and it was best to keep the attention focused on him.<br/><br/>Ash sent another message to the Asari; not the one on Omega, but the one sitting up at the medbay with the doctor. As she typed out on her omnitool, Ipako finally spoke up.<br/><br/>His voice was uncomfortably calm.<strong>“Aria T’loak should be afraid.”</strong><br/>