<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;">DATE:</span></strong>17th December 2174 CE, Late Afternoon<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/>Kal’Solon nearly stumbled as he was about to start on his third set.<br/>“I’m sorry ma’am, worse?” he asked in disbelief.  Given how the average krogan acted, he didn’t want to imagine what worse would look like.  And she looked so proud about it too.  It was probably a personal bias towards the sibling she helped raise, as it was hard to believe that her old Code would allow her to tolerate whatever this terror of a krogan got up to otherwise.<br/>“Most of the krogan I’ve met tended to be ornery and a bit free with the headbutts,” the quarian put forward cautiously.  “How much worse is worse?”<br/><br/>Beginning his set, Kal didn’t miss Viella’s use of the word ‘adorable’.  It was a good thing he didn’t need to conceal his grin.  All sorts of speculation raced through his head, but he refrained from inquiring any further.  Whatever business was going on there was between the asari and this ‘adorable’ quarian, he didn’t need to be nosy and pry.  Given that the chief of a security was a matriarch, the age difference between the two had to be rather substantial, but that was inevitable with asari.  Anyways, past a certain point, the age difference was just a number.<br/>“Yea, she’s adorable,” he grunted out.<br/><br/>It was a good thing his set was nearly done when Viella asked about his exile.  Setting the bar down, he leaned against it and panted a bit as he gathered his thoughts.<br/>“Not so much the geth, though I have thoughts on them too,” Kal’Solon answered.  “Look, I’m not a philosopher, I don’t have it in me to figure out if the geth are truly alive or have a soul.  What I do know is that if I started to shoot at someone for asking an innocent question, I don’t get to be upset when they start shooting back.  My ancestors acted like a raw recruit when he gets scared, panic firing without analyzing the situation at first.  And now we’ve all paid for it.”<br/>The quarian grimaced, and the sudden tensing of his shoulders reflected it, “But that isn’t what drew me apart from the rest of the fleet.”<br/><br/>“Almost every quarian dreams about Rannoch and taking it back from the geth.  I was like that too, before my pilgrimage.  But once I went out, I was able to see a whole different galaxy, experience completely new things and ideas.  It made me realize that for the last three hundred years, we’ve been pining away for our home world and our culture has been stagnating in the process.  Our population is tightly controlled, our fleet is a fleet made of scrap and the leftovers of others, and we’ve ruined our immune systems, confined ourselves to individual prisons.”<br/>The last statement was particularly bitter, said through gritted teeth and raised volume.<br/>“No one alive has seen Rannoch themselves, we’ve been yearning for a place that we only know through stories, pictures and old videos,” he stated.  “And why?  So that maybe someday, our descendants can throw their lives away trying to retake our homeworld fighting the geth, who have been left free to advance and grow with far more resources available to them this entire time?  Not like any of the other races would be pitching in to help clean up a mess we made.”<br/><br/>“So, I said as much, said that we should just find some planets and colonize those, start over.  Sure, it’d take centuries before we fully settled in, but can’t we say the same about taking Rannoch back?  We should start working on repairing our immune systems, lay the foundation so that one day, future quarians could walk around without suits and breath non-filtered air.”<br/>Kal chuckled and shook his head, “That didn’t go over well.  I was smart enough to not be a stupid grunt who only obeys orders, but not smart enough to keep my mouth shut.  I was ostracized, and since I didn’t feel like changing my opinion, I left.”