<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>My kind of party<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/>Ashton fed her updates with a casual, almost bored air about her. This wasn’t her first interrogation -she was quite seasoned to these things- and as amusing as it was to watch the Salarian work, she had duties of her own to perform. Even if she wanted to watch Jackiro work. Even if she<em>really</em>enjoyed the show that was starting. The Salarian didn’t open the scene with a slow curtain pull, he was dousing them with kerosene while tap-dancing around the lighter.<br/><br/>Unlike her placid boss, Ash’s smile was easy to come by and currently tugged upward at the corner of her mouth. At the backs of the prisoners, they wouldn’t be able to see it.<br/><br/>Pix was looking conflicted. On the one hand, the krogan undoubtedly remembered that a literal piece of himself was left to rot on that moon. Or be eaten away by carrion. On the other, with Ipako at his side, the krogan warlord seemed to remember he had quads. The idea of dying on that moon hadn’t settled well, but dying on an enemy ship was a better option… wasn’t it?<br/><br/>Ashton added another tally for the krogan’s visible indecision, keeping track on her omnitool.<br/><br/>Ipako, on the other hand, became dangerously sharp over time. With the fog leaving his head and the realization that he was a prisoner now dawning on him, all four eyes narrowed dangerously. Jackiro would no doubt recognize the eyes of an experienced killer. Not a hired thug like the krogan, who made war an active excuse in his life. But a professional zealot who took pleasure in the act, one who had an unwavering conviction that what he did was unerringly justified. Fear wasn’t a motivator.<br/><br/>So when he stood up suddenly, ready to cross over the table to fight for his cause, the batarian was immediately subdued. Ashton’s kick was savage, a wet<em>crack</em>filled the room as his knee dislocated beneath the force of her boot, and she accented her point by smashing his face against the table. Bent over like a cheap date, the batarian was then forced back into his chair with both of her hands grabbing his shoulders and forcing him back into a sit.<br/><br/>The krogan flinched -and another tally was mentally added to Ashton's scoreboard- while Ipako slumped and cursed and spat out a mouth full of blood. The impact had knocked out a few of his creepy, pointed teeth, which now acted as a centerpiece for their table setting.<br/><br/>Ashton only took a step back when she was finished, remaining at the backs of the prisoners should they act out again. Once convinced that she had a few seconds to spare, she forwarded her files on the two prisoners to Jackiro, her smirk never once leaving her face.<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> Ipako's File Highlights (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=330100.msg15808425#msg15808425)</div>