<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/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><strong>DATE:</strong></span>17th December 2174 CE, Late 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>Cargo Bay<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Gym Talk<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/>"I can see where you're coming from," she said in response to his take on relics. "I see them as items of historical importance; useful things despite their age. If only to certain people." As he went on to talk about being a quarian vanguard, a light smirk graced her face. "You seem capable enough; you are still alive, aren't you? I am not one to dismiss another warrior's methods. If I had more caution my life would have been entirely different. Maybe I'd be counseling Maidens on Thessia."<br/><br/>She would follow the quarian to the weight training station, and would watch, impressed, as he performed his set; a ritual of its own kind, of extertions and gains to the rhythm of whomsoever did the act. Notably he did this without someone to spot him. She wondered if this device was made to prevent suffocation and death should the barbell drop, if he would rely on his biotic abilities should in that situation, or if this was simply more risk-seeking behavior. She resolved to leave the question unanswered, and to spot him if need be.<br/><br/>He was as strong as he looked, however, and managed to finish without trouble. "Impressive," she called, smiling as he moved to clean the space and turn it over to her. And when he offered to change the weights, she gave it a few moments of thought before saying "200 should do."<br/><br/>As she moved to lie in place, observing his removal of weight and the thudding sounds they made when placed down, he fixed her with an intriguing question.<br/><br/><em>'Ah, that explains it...'</em>If he had known better, would he have been more wary or less. From what she was learning of him, it was not a simple matter to answer.<br/><br/>"Justicars are relics," she said, releasing a grunt of exertion as she gripped the barbell and lifted it. "They are powerful ones, but old and few." A hiss escaped her as she meticulously lowered the weighted barbell to hover above her chest. "They follow a Code; to the letter." She raised the bar in the same breath. "By all means necessary." And she lowered it again. "Failure to do so means death." She would press on, continuing her reps as she spoke more.<br/><br/>"It is difficult." Raised. "Sacrificial." Lowered. "I left with no regrets." And raised again.