<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>Playing ‘20 questions’<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 took up her favorite post as a voyeur in the corner, standing there with both arms crossed at her chest while she casually leaned against the wall. It promised to be a good show; both the batarian and the krogan prisoners looked worse for wear, but passed the clearance screening from the medical technitian. No doubt they would entertain the idea of playing the tough act, but she didn’t expect it to hold out for long. Those STG guys were crazy bastards, and if the rumors were to be believed, then the krogan wasn’t going to put up much of a fight a second time. The jury was still out on the batarian asshole, though.<br/><br/>“Pix, of clan Cuga.” Said the krogan. Ashton wouldn’t say that he was ‘cowed’, but he certainly didn’t hesitate to provide that answer.<br/><br/>The batarian was blinking his eyes -all four of them. The concussion he had suffered wasn’t enough to keep him flat on his back, but it did create a lag of translation in his brain. He knew that there was a salarian sitting in front of him, asking questions. He seemed to recognize Pix and didn’t react to his words. But a growing frown deepened the creases on his face as he started to really wake up and realize the situation he was in. One moment, he was fighting on an alien moon, the next, he was sitting in a chair being questioned by a salarian who meant business.<br/><br/>The confusion only increased for the alien when it received an encouraging gesture from the krogan -who seemed intent on proving helpful.<br/><br/><strong>“Ipako. Ipako Pregcalok. Bloodpack.”</strong>He didn’t sound so certain. But Ashton believed that had less to do with a lie, and more to do with his sluggish brain.<br/><br/>While Jackiro recorded to exchange, she made notes on the discussion so far, ready to send frequent updates to Viella to keep the woman informed.