<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>Open<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>The center of the spacious room had been cleared of cargo, and in its center stood a tall feminine form. From her profile one could see the thin line of an ages old scar reaching from her crests to her cheekbone, and inches away from said scar was white glow of her eye. She dressed in red and black armor that fit and protected her form, but not so much as the thin aura of biotic energy that wisped from her outline in places. This energy coalesced at her arms, where gloved hands held firmly on the hilt of a finely sharpened blade. She may have seemed to any onlooker like a statue touched by blue flame; the depiction of a warrior Goddess.<br/><br/>Then, she moved.<br/><br/>With a calculated step, the rest of her body followed through, slicing her blade through the air with a whistle warbled by the force of biotic energy that covered and strengthened the powerful cut. Then, she took the next steps of her kata, and with every slash, biotic energy danced anew along her weapon, vanishing into the ether when her strike was done. No energy was expended that did not need to be. No time wasted on excess flourish. She was precise, and in her precision lied the elegance of her movements.<br/><br/><em>After this, meditiation</em>, she thought as she rent the air like so many unseen foes. Physical exertion, then calm contemplation. It would ready her for the difficulties of meeting her new allies. It was far too easy to be off-putting, or to frighten by reputation alone. An expected cost of hundreds of years of service to the Code, but a heavy one to recover from.