<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>Jacki | Prisoners | OPEN<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Ashton turned her head to regard Ipako again and really didn’t want to touch the Batarian. Someone that dirty, with that many deaths on their hands, had to be covered with an invisible film, wasn’t that how it worked? As if pure evil and malice could be secreted from the pores. Eitr, as the old Norse mythologies had once called it. But, with a nod of her head and an inward sigh, the human left her spot on the wall and stepped up behind the batarian once again. It wasn’t the first time she would be taking out the trash, and she couldn’t feel any empathy for monsters like this.<br/><br/>“Try not to enjoy the view, asshole.” She said it, then hauled the Batarian out of his chair and over her shoulder.<br/><br/>It probably would be more comfortable for him if she fireman carried him, braced across both shoulders so she could distribute his weight evenly. Hell, it would have been more comfortable for<em>her</em>. His weight wasn’t an excessive burden for their short trip, but it was still dead weight all the same.<br/><br/>She wasn’t worried for Jackiro’s safety anymore. As she departed she didn’t spare the Salarian a last glance, only parting words. “Come find me for a drink later, ya?” And then she was out of the door, leaving the salarian alone with his only mobile prisoner.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Pix blinked as he watched the human woman cart out the batarian, then turned his full attention back on to the salarian who joined him at the table. There were flecks of blood only a few inches away from his hands, but seeing it only caused the krogan to once again shrugs his massive shoulders. The chair beneath him groaned in protest under his weight. “No offense,” and whether that statement was true or not was up for interpretation, “but do you really think anyone in the Blood Pack would be upset that some of us were gettin’ extra credits on the side? It would only be because they didn’t get in on it first.”<br/><br/>Another shrug, before Pix leaned back in his chair and it once again groaned in protest. “We got paid ten thousand credits per trip, and that’s on top of what we were already paid for bringing the vorcha to Omega. Never cared about what was inside them. I just had my eye on a few mods that would make the rest of my job more exciting.”