<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/>“Well ma’am, I’ve done a lot of training,” Kal’Solon replied to Viella’s compliment, feeling rather pleased.  He had put in a lot of time and effort, so it felt good to have it be recognized.  Her acknowledgement of his chosen form of combat was also validating.  Combat was inherently risky, being a vanguard regardless of race even more so.  At that point, how much worse could being a quarian really be?  So long as the job was done and he walked out alive in the end, that’s all that really mattered.  Kal found himself increasingly favourably disposed to the asari.  Not sexually attracted to her, he was well-aware asari enjoyed a certain universal appeal, but that wasn’t the case here.  He simply had the impression that they were two oddities of their species, and that was something that could be related over.<br/><br/>When Viella started to do her set, the quarian stood behind her, acting as her spot.  While the safety arms were placed so that if the barbell dropped suddenly, the arms would catch it and save her from having her chest crushed, it didn’t hurt to have an extra set of eyes and helping hands.  Even if he was pretty certain her biotic powers would be able to save her at a moment's notice.  Observing her form, he could tell she knew what she was doing and while she didn’t bench as much as he did, she could get there with enough time and training.<br/>"Once you're done with your sets," the quarian began, "we can switch to squats if you'd like."<br/><br/>Listening to her explanation of Justicars, Kal’Solon had the impression that whatever this Code was, it was far heavier than the weight she was lifting.  He didn’t know if this Code was specific to the individual or a universal thing that all Justicars followed, but something that required complete and total dedication without any straying wasn’t to be taken lightly.  Which was why he wasn’t going to open his mouth and make any stupid comments about it.  It did make him wonder though if he had a Code of his own, something deep inside him that he would follow no matter what.  He’d met a few people who had done things, terrible things, and went through their lives haunted and hollow.  Dead inside.  Not the same as actual death, but perhaps something similar.<br/><br/>“I take it then you fulfilled your Code in the end?”