Voira regarda où Donny partait avant de donner un soupir exaspéré alors qu'il se tournait pour partir. Elle était sûre qu'il allait attirer quelqu'un avec un cœur ensanglanté après lui, et les faire tuer tous les deux, limitant encore plus leurs forces de combat. Puis ses yeux se sont élargis d'une pensée soudaine, sa main se déplaçant pour lui arracher Raa. Trop peu, trop tard, le Quarien était déjà parti courir après l'humain. Tout droit dans la défense que l'ennemi avait mise en place pour tous ceux qui essayaient de sauver leurs alliés. Et elle n'avait même pas pratiqué autant avec les nouveaux protocoles qu'elle avait eus. "Maudite Raa!" Voira s'est effondrée, plus inquiète du danger qu'en colère contre le Quarien, se déplaçant rapidement après elle. Elle entend vaguement le commandant turc ordonner à ses hommes de les suivre, et les diplomates de rester derrière à une distance sûre. Elle a rattrapé Raa et a tiré le Quarien derrière elle, laissant le Geth et l'humain diriger le chemin.
"Ne refais pas ça, et reste avec les diplomates." Les Asari ont dit, avant de dessiner son fusil d'assaut Thunder.
Bien sûr, il n'a pas fallu beaucoup plus de temps pour qu'ils entrent dans une autre situation. Cette fois, c'était un long couloir, ouvert, avec des ennemis qui attendaient à la fin, qui attendaient juste qu'ils regardent leurs têtes hors de la couverture. Voira a incliné la tête à Avatar pendant qu'il parlait, avant de refermer son fusil d'assaut du tonnerre à nouveau. Elle était la plus âgée ici après tout, à part peut-être le geth et le Krogan et elle était sûre qu'aucun d'eux ne pouvait utiliser la biotique. "D'accord. Si quelqu'un ici a une grenade, dites-le-nous, et nous laisserons tomber la barrière assez longtemps pour qu'elle soit lancée." Elle s'est levée et s'est mise devant Avatar. "Prêt"? Elle a demandé à tout le monde, leur donnant quelques instants pour se préparer.
Puis elle est sortie de derrière la couverture, jetant rapidement une barrière droite devant elle pour attraper la tempête de balles. Bien qu'ayant fait cela des dizaines de fois auparavant contre des risques beaucoup plus mortels, les Asari n'ont pas pu arrêter complètement le pli alors que les balles s'étaient cognées contre sa barrière. Elle espérait qu'il resterait assez longtemps pour se débarrasser du foutu Krogan et de ses turiens. "Allons-y!"
Name: Voira Sirosi
Species: Asari
Age: 125
Gender: Female
Appearance: Voira
Voira is unnaturally tall for an Asari, standing at 6ft exactly. She attributes it to her father.
Weapons/Equipment: 
-Thunder Assault Rifle
-Viper Shotgun
-Two Razer pistols
-Bottle of Ryncol
-Omni-tool, which she only uses for application and storage of her large supply of omni gel, and as a melee weapon in a pinch.
-Several different types of ammos (specifically, shredder rounds, Anti-armor rounds, poison rounds, and explosive rounds.)
Skills and Abilities:
-Powerful biotic. Due to rigorous training in biotic strength from her adoptive mother and the variety of skill sets she learned from her adoptive family, Voira is both a powerful biotic and a versatile one
-Skilled combatant. Another thing her adoptive mother and family’s insisted on. From a young age(50, to be exact) Voira had been trained in combat by all members.From the training of the Serrice Guard, to pirate combat, to Krogan battle training, Voira has been taught well.
-Field Medic. Voira is good at patching people up, if Omni-Gel isn’t on hand, especially during the heat of battle.
Background: 
Voira knows firsthand what it’s like to lose everything in an instant. She was still a child at 48 years old when the Reapers finally made it to the Asari home world. She lost both her biological parents(A Krogan for her father) and her twin sister. That was the most devastating blow. While she had loved her parents, she had had a deep bond with her sister that was only increased by their biotic abilities. They could hear each other’s thoughts, feel what the other was feeling and were even referring to themselves in plural rather than singular. They were, in short, inseparable. Then the Reapers came, and Voira’s world was remade in fire and ash.
She doesn’t remember much of the actual event. Bits and pieces. She remembered panic, fear, running, hiding, praying to the Asari goddess, a collapsing building, and being trapped alone. Then there was a blinding red light, blistering pain, and a screaming in her head she thought would never stop.
She didn’t know how long it had been when she woke to the sounds of people arguing. Someone, with a deep gravelly voice, wanted to leave. Someone else wanted to stay and look for ‘the extraction target’ a little while longer. Other voices commented for or against the idea of leaving, but those were the ones Voira heard the most. She tried calling for help once. All that came out was a soft rasp. She tried twice, and winced at the pain in her throat. The voices sounded like they were going away, leaving. Panic filled her and Voira screamed for help. Pain wracked her body and she ended up coughing violently, tasting blood coughed up from her ravaged throat.
Despite the pain, her cry for helped work. Through the familiar and comforting blue glow of biotics, her tomb of rubble was removed. The first face she saw was an Asari, reaching down to haul her out. Voira sobbed in relief, wrapping her arms around the mercenary, pressing her face against the emblem on her chest. The other Asari’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close. The last thing Voira heard before falling back unconscious was, “We’re taking her with us.”
When Voira next awoke, she was on a strange ship, with the same Asari sitting next to her, quietly watching. After introductions were done and it was explained, where she was and that, that she wasn’t well enough to leave on her own, Voira slipped back into sleep. Almost Every time she woke up, Voira found Dahlia, as the Asari had introduced herself, sitting there. Sometimes she would look ragged, as if she had just come from a fight, but she would always be quietly there, waiting and watching over her. They would talk, quietly, and then Voira would grow tired again and slip back into sleep. It continued like this for an uncertain amount of time for Voira, before she was well enough to wander the ship on her own. The war had been won in her rest. The Reapers destroyed, the human Shepard dying to activate the Crucible. Voira didn’t care. It had finally hit her. Her family was dead, her other half killed by the burning beam of the Reapers. What did she have to live for?
Tevura caught her the first time. Biotics knocked the pistol from her hand and pinned her to the wall. Ignoring her screams of rage and curses, the mercenary commander merely looked at her with sad, understanding eyes. Various others stopped her next dozen tries. A Krogan, a human, another Asari, and a Quarian being the most frequent. Finally, Tevura’s eyes went from sad and understanding to hard and pitiless.
She told Voira, bluntly, that she was acting like a selfish child, that her family and least of all her twin wouldn’t want her killing herself needlessly, and if she felt like explaining to her family why she was so selfish as to join them before she had to die it was her choice. Before she exited the door she made one final comment. If Voira chose to live, Tevura would want to adopt her. She then left Voira with a pistol. For a long time Voira stayed in that room. Multiple times she almost did it. She put the gun to her head and nearly pulled the trigger. Finally, she put it down for good. Tevura was right, her family wouldn’t approve and she couldn’t tell if she was more afraid of their condemnation when she met them in whatever afterlife there was, or if the idea of ‘Embracing eternity’ permanently was what terrified her.
She walked out into the hallway, smiling slightly at the clear relief on Tevura’s face, and said she accepted. What followed next was decades of training by her new adoptive family. Over time she began to see them not as those who took her in and finally as her new family. Even Tasi, who scared her sometimes, she grew to love. She even met what she considered to be her extended family, that is, the surviving Barbacus crew. About thirty-five years ago, she hit the maiden stage and declared herself ready to go see what the universe had to offer. Tevura(who had told Voira her secrets long ago), agreed to let her go, but made sure she was prepared.
The next several decades were spent wandering, getting into adventures with mercenary groups and generally exploring the universe and what it had to offer. She never stayed in one place for very long, always moving on to see the next big thing the universe had. She hunted thresher maws with Krogans, fought(and was nearly killed by) a Drell assassin, and even charged into the teeth of a battalion of Elcor soldiers. However, the experience she remembers most fondly is when she met Raa’Kina.
The Quarian was trying to back out of a shady deal with five Turians who were rather…insistent that she pay them for services rendered, one way or another. When, after a comment by the Quarian, the Turians started getting a little too touchy with the Quarian Voira decided to intervene. Two of them were dead before they realized what was happening, and the rest were knocked over by a biotic blast while the Quarian rapidly backpedaled into cover. What happened next was a traditional firefight, with them both to busy concentrating on not dying to do introductions. After the remaining Turians were killed they introduced themselves. Raa’Kina was so naïve and cheerful and friendly that Voira couldn’t just leave her alone.
What started out as a simple escort to safer areas turned into, after some time talking to Raa’Kina, into a decision to not let the Quarian go on her own through her pilgrimage. At least for a little while.
She’s still following Raa.
Misc Details:
-Voira’s favored drink is Ryncol, a drink she picked up from her aunt Kalros.
-While on a trip to Earth with her uncle Dave, Voira picked up the habit of smoking. More specifically, Earth Cuban Cigars. She quit years ago, but she still carries around a pack of them. Not to smoke, but to chew on when she’s thinking hard or to smell to calm nerves.
-Voira still refers to herself in plural. I or me becomes we, mine becomes ours, etc.