<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/>Her immediate response was another grin, another flash of striking white teeth on a pretty face ‘marred’ by scars. Then Ashton was taking a half-step backward, bending at the knees as she tipped forward into a graceful curtsy. Ipako’s rolling limbs gave the illusion of some elegant cape, billowing as gravity shifted his weight. This was immediately accented with more curses and hate spraying from his mouth with spittle. But she ignored him, giving a spin on the heel of her boot simply because it pleased her. And it seemed to make the batarian almost instantly dizzy after the concussion he gained from the very turian standing before them both.<br/><br/>“Alas, my good sir… I can’t take any credit for the improvements. The salarian severed Ipako’s spinal column when he refused to be helpful.” Ashton blinked a few times as if only then remembering a few details. She was tempted to shrug the batarian right off of her shoulders in order to watch him<em>thump</em>right to the ground… but didn’t. Lucky for the terrorist, he caught her in a more agreeable mood.<br/><br/>“The file on this guy is pretty bad. He was a key player on Mindoir, to give you context. It’s not the only reason that he received the scrutiny of our friendly Jacki-boy, but… well it would have been enough for me.”<br/><br/>This time Ashton’s shuffling of the batarian had less to do with humiliating him and more to do with redistributing his dead weight. She was strong, but Ipako wasn’t exactly a feather.<br/><br/>“All I did was smash his nose against the table.” She looked over her shoulder towards that bald head and smirked. “How’d that feel, four-eyes?”<br/><br/>The string of curses that fell from Ipako’s mouth was foul and wicked, more of the elitist hate-speech the religious fanatics were known for. So Ashton’s mood shifted - and she did shrug him right off of her shoulders to crumple in a freefall right to the ground, landing on his already broken, bleeding nose. “Whoops. All that blood... slippery bastard.”