<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>Prat-fall<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Luus | Ipako | CLOSED<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>She recalled being kicked by a turian only one time, and once was more than enough for her. Back then she had been fully armored, and had managed to glance the blow, but those talons on the end of those feet weren’t exactly made out of tissue paper and feathers. She had learned real quick that they were heavier and stronger than they looked. Of course, she had killed the turian with a shotgun blast to the head…<em>And now you’re going to be sharing a cigar and execution with one.</em>Life was weird.<br/><br/>Ipako didn’t get any sympathy as his body skittered a few inches across the ground. The batarian was probably lucky that the repeated blows to his head left him stunned and without the wits to speak or even wallow in pain. He struggled on the shores of consciousness once again, and this time Ashton was content enough to leave him there in what few moments of peace he might find.<br/><br/>With a sigh and a shake of her head, Ashton looked away from the batarian and put a pause on his death march. Instead, she held out her hand for Luus to shake. Assuming he was familiar enough with earth customs to at least let her try. “Nice to meet you, Luus. I’m Ashton Chase.” She gave a casual, one-shoulder shrug as she got accustomed to no longer holding the batarian across her back. “Sorry to hear that everything went to shit down there.” With a nod of her chin, she indicated his patch-job of bandages. Most of them were leaking blue. “You do know that they’re not going to charge you for medical care here, right? No one is going to foot you a bill. They’ll likely be taking the doctor’s leg off -- but I think they’d leave you with yours if you asked nicely.”