<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;">DATE:</span></strong>17th December 2174 CE, Late Afternoon<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/>Kal’Solon laughed, “That sounds more like it.”<br/>With the station set-up, he loaded the barbell with weights, nearly four hundred pounds in total.  Getting into position, he exhaled, tightened his abs and grunted when he stood up, the heavy weights pressing down on his shoulders.  Slowly descending until his bottom went just below the knee, he then sharply exhaled as he stood back up again.  He repeated the motion four more times before setting the barbell back on the liftoffs, panting and sweating underneath his envirosuit.<br/>“Well, everyone has been young once, it takes a while before you start to settle down.  And some bosh’tets never reach that point.”<br/><br/>The quarian didn’t miss Viella’s smile, and while she couldn’t see his, the nod he gave her hinted at it.<br/>“That’s good, it’d be a shame if you had drifted apart ma’am.  Practically raised him though?  That must have been interesting.  He must have turned out a lot better tempered than most krogans.”<br/>He squared up beneath the barbell, ready to start his lift again, when he paused, realizing that he didn’t know when exactly in her life she helped to raise her brother and it didn’t seem polite to ask.  Things must have turned out alright since she looked happy about it.  Someone like her couldn’t have raised a terror.<br/><br/>As he started to do another rep, he answered the asari with a short, “Yep, sort of.”<br/>Kal completed the rest of his reps and set the barbell back into place before continuing to speak.<br/>“Lia’Solon vas Neema,” he informed Viella, slightly out of breath.  “Like a lot of quarians, she’s something of a tech and engineering specialist.  She’s also short as hell and mad about it.  Our parents liked to joke, saying I stole most of her height.  She had quite the cute tantrums when she was a little kid.”<br/>“We do still get along, but, well, she’s with the Fleet and I’m not,” he added, his voice soft as he leaned forward and rested his arms on the barbell.  The quarian sure if he should share the reason or not, but given her unique history, maybe she’d understand.<br/><br/>“I’m something of an exile.  Not expelled, just left due to a difference of opinion.”