<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 turian, a human and a batarian walked into a bar...<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Luus, Jarv, Mischa | OPEN<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>This was starting to feel like the build up of a horrible punchline. Ashton stood beside the smoking turian once again; who was standing well above her own head, and a grumbling batarian who never seemed to be enjoying himself, whatever the situation. Then there was… well, whatever the cybernetic junky’s name was. She was about to make a passing joke about the Council using A.I’s, but with that flat, emotionless voice of his the N7 was pretty certain the man didn’t have enough personality to be an A.I.<br/><br/>“Sex bot?” She asked the two aliens she stood beside. She didn’t think she needed to ‘subtly’ nod in Mischa’s direction with her chin, so she tapped it instead with one finger in contemplation. “Wait wait... I’ve got this.”<br/><br/>Anyone who spent more than five minutes with Ashton knew what was ahead. She was about to spew absolute bullshit for the sake of her own entertainment. Maybe it wasn’t such a surprise that the Alliance didn’t answer her calls after all? She might have been absolutely ruthless and skilled in combat, but when it came to eloquence, she really didn’t have an ounce of it anywhere. You didn’t send Ash on the job if you wanted subtly. Or if you needed someone to talk through problems.<br/><br/>“I bet he’s a refurbished sex-bot that worked with the consort, got upgraded with the wrong tech, and sent some ambassador into a coma when the ‘Thrust-o-matic’ wasn’t disengaging. A little hacking, a little upgrading and splicing -<em>boom</em>!” She held out both hands to create a frame at Mischa’s back, tilting her head to the side as she squinted through the square of her fingers. “Not only is he the life of the party, he’s great for stress relief. Assuming you get turned on by flat, autonomic voices demanding you call it ‘daddy’.”<br/><br/>Ashton patted her hip, then pulled out another pack of cigarettes. Once she plucked the first one in her mouth, she offered the pack to Jarv. “So how fucked are we?”