<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f6/VJusticar.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Viella D'aix (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15778417#msg15778417)<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/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><strong>DATE:</strong></span>20th December 2174 CE, Afternoon<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>Bio-engineering lab<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Excitement!<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Se'Faema vas Jiko<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>None could say that the asari wasn't perceptive. She noted Fae's reaction, saw her shiver so very prettily at the word that had stoked such curiosity in her before. But rather than stay and watch her flustered reaction, she decided to move on and let the quarian hold onto the dignity of being able to say she'd played it cool.<br/><br/>Then the crashing happened, and Viella was back in the room in an instant, eyes first scanning it for the cause, and in finding it--or rather her--she stepped closer, smiling softly. Warmly. A rare sight. "Not to worry, I'll help you clean this up. Then we can come out of the closet together." Her smiling expression barely twitched a muscle out of place, but a twinkle of mischief did dance in her eyes as she used the quarian's euphemism against her.<br/><br/>She bent down to begin salvaging the mess when her omnitool went off. Brows furrowed and features tightening into a somber look, she read the message waiting for her. The three squads had encountered danger, the med bay was to be prepped, and the squads would be returning shortly, with prisoners, after a rescue mission was completed.<br/><br/>Who was being rescued? Who was in need of it? Were they all alive? Was<em>he</em>?<br/><br/>"I have to go. They're returning with prisoners and wounded. I need to be there." Her eyes met Fae's, showing some reluctance, but determination and duty won out. She stood, bidding her farewell again, and marched out to the hall and toward the Security office to rally her guards and order them to meet the returning crew.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>"Chase," she called to the human second in command when the woman was on her way out. "When you get there, I want you to message me with the details of one of the krogan agents. Jorgal Drack. Tell me his status."<br/><br/>This would all that she would share, and with her normal heights of stoicism, she sent the woman off to lead the meeting and prisoner escort.<br/><br/>Worry settled in her heart as she sat at her desk. And for a time she only minimally distracted herself by lifting her Security Chief placard from its surface, spinning it slowly as her mind spun, wondering at the fate of her brother. And yet she did not go to them. Not yet.<br/><br/><em> “Viella D’iax, can you come to medical, please?”</em><br/><br/>The call caused an arch in curiosity, which soon fell in place of a sinking sullenness. She stood all the same and walked towards the elevators leading to mid-deck. She could assume what this meant, and even at best, it was not good.