<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>Anthropology. Apparently.<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’s brow quirked high as Luus stopped her, yet nothing else on the human’s face seemed to shift or change. Not the bored airs she constantly displayed, not the sharp vibrancy of her green eyes. Not so much as a twitch of her lips to display any displeasure or dismay. She did blink over at Sam after a few seconds passed, watching as the doctor made her way over to the krogan she called ‘friend’. When jade squared up against the vibrant azure once again, the soldier only continued to remain silent.<br/><br/>Momentarily, that is. This<em>was</em>Ashton Chase, a woman who just couldn’t seem to keep her damn mouth shut even when it was in her best interest to do so. The only warnings Luus had were the small crinkles forming around her eyes before giving bloom to a smirk that was somehow playful and wicked all at once. Scars pulled taut and restricted the movement of her smile on the left side of her mouth. Dark freckles followed the upward curl of her lips, and a husky, deadpan voice finally rolled from her throat to mock the mercenary’s ears.<br/><br/>“Sorry. I knew turians evolved from birds but I didn’t realize you guys came from chickens.” She leaned forward slightly -even though Luus was quite a bit taller she didn’t seem to notice. Even next to a krogan, Ashton knew how to stand out and take charge. “N7 translators have a bit of a glitch where they don’t pick up cowardice since we don’t have a drop of it in our blood. I just heard<em>clucking</em>.”<br/><br/>She was a grownup, so she resisted the urge to flap her arms like wings, or cluck into his face. No one could claim she didn’t harbor any professionalism. “Are you here to ask me to escort you to a closet to hide in? To cross the street without getting gnawed on by the creepers? No shuttle can get off the planet, and the entire city is on lockdown. It’ll be amusing to see whatever shuttle you find get blasted out of the sky, if that was your plan.”