<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;">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/>“Oh, I see,” Kal’Solon nodded, glad his suit hid his embarrassment.  It seemed he was reading a little too much into Viella’s words.  Apparently, she still lived her life in the straight forward manner of a Justicar, old habits and so on; a thought that was reinforced when she described her time serving as a mercenary.<br/>“Pardon me m’am, you did what?”  the quarian asked incredulously.  The reoccurring thought that circulated in his head was why follow their orders in the first place if she was going to kill them in the end for it.  He was smart enough not to be just another dumb grunt who simply followed whatever orders he was given.  Bad orders were bad, you didn’t obey bad orders.  Of course, what constituted bad orders changed depending on perspective, but that was why it was important to work under someone who wouldn’t give bad orders.  It sounded like Viella took an entirely different approach, which was work under whoever, follows orders while under contract, and then sort it all afterwards.<br/><br/>“Yea, I can see how that would make finding work tricky.  Good thing there’s the council.”<br/>It was a baffling way of doing things, to say the least.<br/><br/>While he was trying to work through that, the asari dropped another bomb on him, “Tuchanka?  Your father is a krogan who fought in the Krogan Rebellions?”<br/>Being somewhat uninformed about how asari reproduced, only knowing that they could with any species, he was therefore quite surprised by the idea that Viella was half-krogan.  The asari didn’t seem to have the temper and aggressiveness normally associated with the equally long-lived species.  Perhaps she had the same kind of stubbornness, given how strictly she adhered to Justicar ways even after leaving it behind, but that was all he could see so far.  She was a lot easier to get along with, compared to the krogans he had met, who had almost universally been brutes of one kind or another.  There was a myriad of questions he wanted to ask her, like how did her mother and father meet, what convinced the two to get together to produce a child, how did her father die and so on.<br/><br/>Instead, he opted for, “Oh, that’s nice, having relatives.  So krogan brothers and sisters?”<br/>“I also have relatives, back on the fleet.  I even have a sister,” Kal stated.  “They’re all doing well, the last time I heard from them.”<br/>While the population was strictly controlled in the fleet, he and his sister were conceived at a time when the overall population was in decline, so some families were allowed to have more than one child.  Of course, given his exile, it may as well not have counted for anything, but his children, if he ever had any, would be allowed to join the migrant fleet so long as they made a meaningful contribution to it on their Pilgrimage.