<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/>“I’ll work on that ma’am,” Kal’Solon replied, his tone implying a smile.  “But no promises.”<br/>“Kal’Solon, vanguard and ex-marine of the Migrant Fleet, though Kal is fine.  I’m not in charge of anything, I just do whatever I’m told to do,” he introduced himself.  The quarian didn’t offer his hand in a handshake, instead opting for a casual salute that was polite enough as a greeting without being military strict, the kind of salute that would have gotten him screamed at back on the fleet.  Good riddance really, he was glad to be away from them and they were probably glad to be rid of him.  He moved to stand at an equally casual at-ease and then looked at the sword she held.<br/><br/>“Don’t see many of those these days,” he commented.  “That for business or hobby?”<br/>Kal’Solon was genuinely curious, not being familiar with anyone who used a melee weapon as their primary armament.  He was used to close quarters engagement, but those usually involved shotguns, pistols and the butt of a gun if it really came down to it.  Bladed weapons didn’t feature much in quarian combat training for obvious reasons.  Kal didn’t comment on the practicality of a sword, not willing to open his mouth on something he didn’t understand.  Besides, he got a sense of Viella’s biotic power earlier, and if she made it this far with a sword, she clearly knew what she was doing.<br/><br/>Talking about her training reminded him of his own training, and how he hadn’t finished his workout routine yet.<br/>“Do you do any strength training at all?” he asked.  At first glance, Viella had the sort of build associated with asari commandos, and he didn’t know if she did anything else as part of training with her sword.<br/>“There’s equipment setup in the corner of the cargo room, all of it good quality.  I don’t know if you’d be interested or not in working out?”