<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EpxgGKPXEAEydw0?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Kal'Solon vas Nedas<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Quarian<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Vanguard/Ex-Marine<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>The quarian equivalent of this (https://sc04.alicdn.com/kf/UTB8xIYwEJoSdeJk43Owq6ya4XXaP.jpg).<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Cargo Bay Area<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Working Out<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Viella<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Viella wouldn't be able to see Kal'Solon's bitter smile.  Retirees.  If only he was retired rather than fed up.  But he didn't feel like correcting the asari, since it would only lead to awkwardness and he'd much rather enjoy the chit-chat for what it was right now.<br/>“If you'll excuse me for saying this ma'am,” the quarian replied, “relics are dead things and that blade of yours looked pretty alive from the way you were moving it.”<br/>Certainly he wouldn't want to be at the business end of the weapon if he could help it.  And unless he was reading things terribly wrong, it seemed rather important to her, more than just a weapon she happened to train in.<br/>“I'm surprised you didn't question it when I told you I was a vanguard.  Most people look at me like I'm insane when I tell them that.”<br/><br/>“And I like your thoughts on weight training.  Let me lead you to the setup ma'am.”<br/>Kal lead the way back to the corner of the room he had been working out in.  While there were a variety of machines, he had been at one of the power rack stations with a bench situated between the safety arms.  Sitting in the lift offs was a barbell with the weights he was using still on it.  The quarian got back on the bench and laid down, firmly planting his legs on the ground as he grabbed the barbell.<br/>“I just need to finish one more set and I'll turn it over to you,” he informed her.  With a grunt, Kal'Solon lifted the barbell off and began his bench presses, each lift accompanied by a sharp exhale of breath whenever he pushed upwards.  He did a total of seven reps before placing the barbell on the lift offs and then sat up, panting lightly from the exertion.<br/><br/>The quarian grabbed a nearby cloth and disinfectant and began to wipe the station down, making sure it was clean for Viella's use.  Being in an envirosuit, there really wasn't a concern about his sweat being all over the bench, but his quarian upbringing meant being fastidiously clean as much as possible.  Once he was done, he pointed at the weights.<br/>“What would you like?” Kal asked Viella.  “That's three hundred pounds right there.  Would you prefer less or more?”<br/>Helping her with the setup if she needed it, he gave her space to do her own bench presses.<br/>“If you don't mind me asking ma'am, what's a Justicar?  I've never heard of that before.”