<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Y8Tk1AI.png)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Se'Faema vas Jiko<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>Bio-engineer<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Shown<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Bio-engineering lab<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world...<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Viella D'aix | Closed<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>Se’ was practically bouncing on her heels, filled with a heady mix of emotions that twisted her stomach and pumped her full of adrenaline. While that hope-filled and intoxicating rush ran its course through her veins, logic tried whispering reason into her head. The odds of Viella being on this ship were so minute. They were individuals out of billions, spread across the spans of space and separated even further by the passage of time since their last meeting. Many ships had bars. Many planets had moons. Statistically, the coincidence of their assignments lining up to closely mirror one another’s current situation made more sense than a previous asari justicar being on the Kalanhai.<br/><br/>She read the emails over again, wondering if maybe she had missed something in her excitement, or misread something by mistake. "<em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">What a coincidence, my ship's team is out too. I suppose I should stick to preparing just in case there are any hostile ships near this backwards moon.</span></em>"<br/><br/>Uncanny. Unlikely. And yet the quarian was still bouncing like an enthusiastic puppy who was told to sit and wait and to hold still while staying<em>right</em>there. And like a puppy, Se’ almost started whining when she wondered what was taking so damn long when all she really wanted to do was play.<br/><br/><em>You’re being impatient.</em>How much time had passed? The clock read-out hadn’t changed since the last time she looked at it. So maybe that meant it was broken? Se’ pulled up her omnitool and saw that it, too, was reflecting the same minute of the same hour.<em>Perhaps the EMP storm on the moon was interfering with the datapad?</em><br/><br/>More illogical excuses. More silly, convenient stories. She was going to have to simply accept the bitter facts and greet disappointment like an old and familiar friend. Beneath her visor, she pouted, but a stubborn breath was taken regardless, in through the nose and hissed out through her teeth. Followed by every curse in every language she had ever known, and when that didn’t seem to be the answer she was looking for, she made up a few new ones to go with the classics.