<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>Family reunion.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Drack & Zel<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>"Apologies," she said to the salarian, giving a modest bow of her head. "Fire tends to be the bane of most life forms. I'm glad to hear it's the same case here. But, be assured, I don't discount the aid you've given this mission in your lab work, and the good you will continue to do."<br/><br/>As her brother spoke, she took mental note of his feelings toward his employer, the danger of the infected, and his emphatic desire for a cure. She nodded just as emphatically with the latter, the mere reference of her nieces more than enough signify the importance of this mission. "We will see to it that this threat doesn't leave the moon. That is a promise."<br/><br/>She took a sweeping glance at those around the docking bay, noting the hopeless and the hopeful, the lost and the suffering. "A cure would be ideal," she said, matter-of-factly, though if anyone could see past her hardened veneer and to her genuine concern, it was Drack. "First and foremost, we must all get on the same page. And, of course, dissidents must be dealt with." This was said casually, though it was clear that her preferred solution held finality to it. She smiled, a tiny and organized thing. "I seem to recall you calling out a number of them."