<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/>“We can just take turns ma’am,” Kal’Solon responded with a hint of amusement.  “You’re supposed to take breaks in-between sets anyways.”<br/>He wasn’t going to press the issue if sit-ups were what Viella wanted to do, but he wanted to propose a solution if she was switching to another exercise so that he could monopolize the equipment for his sets.<br/>“Squats are also a better overall exercise compared to sit-ups.”<br/><br/>“Sounds like you left at a good time then, before things got even more difficult,” the quarian replied, not sure what else to say.  The asari spoke with such seriousness that he realized he didn’t know enough about her to prod her for more information.  More than likely, whatever caused her to have doubts must have been either incredibly personal or morally complicated if managed to shake the conviction needed to be a Justicar in the first place.  A further wrinkle in all of this was that the Code seemed to be steeped in tradition, and Kal’Solon didn’t really hold much respect for it.  Tradition was peer pressure from dead people, where as the living needed to move on and adapt.  But he was smart enough to know he shouldn’t say that in front of the woman who could toss him around like a ragdoll until he was reasonably certain she wouldn’t take offense.<br/><br/>“So, what have you been up to in-between leaving the Code and working as ship security ma’am?  I imagine someone with centuries of experience would be highly sought after in the freelancer business.”<br/>Kal’Solon chuckled, “I remember my first attempts at starting out.  Not a lot of people were going to take a quarian vanguard seriously, and I ended up turning down the few jobs that would take me since I didn’t like who was hiring.  Questionable jobs and disreputable employers, you probably know what I’m talking about.  I ended up having to take a job from someone who was so desperate they’d take anybody.  It was dangerous and it didn’t pay well, but it felt good being able to afford pasteurized turian food for once instead of eating nutrient paste.  Finding decent work has gotten a little easier since then, but I remember that humble start with both fondness and loathing.”<br/><br/>Not that he was living in the lap of luxury now, but he was doing well for himself, no longer just surviving.  And the pay for this particular mission towards improving his situation even further, maybe even allow him a nice apartment in a higher level ward.