<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/>Ka-thunk.<br/><br/>Kal'Solon set the barbell back on the rack and sat up on the bench, sweating inside of his suit as his arms lightly throbbed from exertion.  He was situated in a corner of the cargo bay, where a space was set aside for a workout area.  The equipment here was far better than what he had in his apartment on the Citadel, and he was tempted to try and figure out a way to steal it once the mission was over.  It'd be difficult as hell to get it all to fit, but he was willing to give it a go if it meant he could use something that wasn't made out of leftover parts and cobbled together.  Although he was being paid well for this mission, he could never hold on to credits for very long, and well, free was free.  Maybe he could request it as a post-mission bonus of some sort, since he didn't see the salarians leaping at the chance to keep it on board and he wouldn't be playing into the stereotype of quarians being all thieves and scavengers.<br/><br/>As he disinfected his water bottle before taking a drink from the straw, he thought he heard something strange coming from the centre of the room.  A vibrating sound of some sort.  He was going to dismiss it at first, but soldier instincts kicked in and he got up from the workout bench.  While he had been exiled from the fleet for some time, old habits died hard, and a strange sound on a ship wasn't something he could ignore, not if he wanted peace of mind anyways.  It had taken him a long time for him to get used to the particularities of his apartment, and even then, he was still woken up at night when there were strange noises or weird silences.<br/><br/>Heading over, and getting ready to defend himself with his biotic abilities if he had to, Kal'Solon was treated to an asari dancing with a blade in her hand, biotic energy flowing like water.  He wasn't ashamed to admit that he was inferior to her in that regard, and while being honest with himself, just a little jealous of her power.  The quarian wasn't a slouch himself, he had to be damn good if he wanted to survive life as a vanguard, but he was also good enough to know the gap between their abilities.  If he had to guess, the asari was at least a few centuries old, somewhere in the matron stage or older if he had it right.  That put her somewhere around ten times his age or more, which translated into a lot of experience and time to train.<br/><br/>Kal'Solon was polite enough to wait until she was done before knocking on a nearby crate.<br/>“Ma'am,” he said.