<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EJI9C1cUcAA3cZa?format=jpg&amp;name=4096x4096)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Viella D'aix<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Asari<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Ship Security, Ex-Justicar<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>As Shown<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Cargo Bay<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Sword Kata<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Kal'Solon<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>There were footsteps. Heavy. Rushed.<br/><br/>She broke from her forms in a way that may have gone unnoticed to those unfamiliar with them, performing a ninety degree pirouette which placed in good enough position to watch, briefly, for the incoming unknown from her peripheral vision.<br/><br/>A quarian. A surprisingly large one at that, and clearly male. What worry fueled his rush seemed to have gone by the time his bright white eyes met her own. That was good, and more than enough for her to continue her forms without interruption. If he needed her, he could call to her and she would oblige whatever curiosity dwelled on his mind.<br/><br/>No words slipped through his filtered mask, however. Not until her kata was complete and the thrum of resonating biotic energy ceased. She stood firm as she sheathed her blade, and once it was secured safely, she stood and met the quarian's eyes. The white glow of hers faded, transforming her gaze into a verdant, focused one; seemingly fierce by nature. "Formalities are not necessary. We are allies, as I take it." He hand dropped from the sword's sheathe, leaving it secured to her hip as she turned to fully face the man. "You may call me Viella. I am in charge of keeping this ship and its contents secure." Whether or not that included keeping its people alive could have been left up for debate, but perhaps that was for another time.<br/><br/>"And you are?" Were he human, she would have reached out a hand to shake, but she was inexperienced with the quarian race. Her sparse knowledge revolved around their weakened immune systems mainly. It was only a hazarded guess on her part that they may not be fond of touching others in simple greeting, even through their environmental suits.