<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 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=335654.msg15965930#msg15965930)<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>Soldier<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 18th, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Armor as shown.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Enlil. Docking Bay Victor-12, Pavilion<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Defense.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Iraya<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Viella preferred to keep her mind clear and reflexes sharp on mission. She would smile as any crew took part in their drinking, so long as it was not overmuch, but she would not participate. Instead she would spend most of their descent with her eyes closed and mind empty. She felt the travel of her breath through her diaphragm, took solace in the scents and sensations around her, and prepared herself for the mayhem to come. Most found unease in the peace before a storm. She found comfort in it. A reason to make it through.<br/><br/>Mayhem greeted them even quicker than she'd imagined, but her focus lied on the impromptu battlefield and its participants above her own feelings. After the Spectre's speech most quelled their anger in favor of fear. But not the asari. A hotheaded mercenary lashing out at forces larger and more powerful than herself. Viella would have delighted in the nostalgia if she didn't have work to do.<br/><br/>Space collapsed around her, leaving a mist of biotic energy as her body vanished and reappeared in front of the Spectre team. Then, the remnants of energy still crackling about her body expanded, forming a field of midnight blue. To the untrained eye it appeared unstable, its gosimer shimmer too easily giving way to violent sparks as reaction upon reaction took place around her.<br/><br/>This field's purpose was to not only block, but consume the wave of energy thrown her team's way. To instill a fear even greater than what the asari merc felt now. And if it failed, she would gladly take the brunt of it.<br/><br/>"Don't be a fool, young one," she called as she attempted to hold the blast at bay, her voice only somewhat tense, genuinely caring, and only loud enough to be heard. "An early death would be too great a tragedy."