Ça devrait suffire à apaiser mes inquiétudes actuelles à propos d'une techno-apocalypse imminente sur ce vaisseau. Vella a finalement répondu après une courte pause, donnant à Geth un clin d'œil rapide et un sourire, pourtant, ne pouvait pas tout à fait cacher un peu d'incertitude dans sa propre expression.
Phalanx était une affaire étrange!
D'abord et avant tout, il s'agissait d'une machine synthétique à travers et à travers, sans traits visibles du visage; non; pas de visage du tout pour Vella à lire! Cela en soi suffisait à mettre immédiatement Vella hors de l'équilibre, et laissait toujours les Asari incertains de ce qu'il fallait dire ensuite. Certes, bien qu'il s'agisse d'une machine, certaines de ses parties mobiles pourraient être interprétées en partie comme de vagues caractéristiques sociales, comme la façon dont son optique se déplaçait et les plaques autour du cou de la lampe de Phalanx se déplaçaient et se déplaçaient, accordant aux mouvements eux-mêmes semblait simple et souvent très d'un côté, comme si l'on observait les gestes d'un... enfant!
Et deuxièmement, Vella n'avait jamais parlé à une vraie AI. Bien sûr, elle avait « parlé » aux VI synthétiques, mais n'a jamais eu une interaction continue avec un A.I réel, réel, conscient de soi et pensant!
Comment était-elle supposée tenir une conversation ou trouver un terrain d'entente avec quelque chose qui n'était en réalité qu'une machine froide avec un cerveau composé d'un tas de nombres?Qu'est-ce qu'il y a?
"Je vais avoir besoin d'une douche." Vella a dit que son esprit se retira de la difficile question de ce que cela signifiait de parler à un ordinateur, et encore moins de ce que cela signifiait d'être conscient de soi, et au lieu de vers son propre corps et tenue qu'elle sentait était dans le besoin d'un bon nettoyage après ce qui avait été une nuit dehors.
Cependant, les Asari s'arrêtaient à mi-étape alors qu'elle regardait de nouveau Phalanx, qui semblait se tenir là sans problème alors que les compagnons d'équipage s'y déplaçaient. Une pose debout plutôt maladroite, la façon dont quelqu'un s'est tenu quand ils avaient complètement et totalement aucune idée de ce qu'ils étaient censés ou pourraient faire!
"Dis, euh, Phalanx." Vella s'arrêta, se retourna pour regarder en arrière Phalanx, maintenant avec un sourire sur son visage.
« Êtes-vous fan des drones et de la technologie des armes en général? »
Elle a demandé d'une voix joyeuse alors qu'elle retournait vers sa destination d'origine.
"J'ai besoin de construire de nouveaux drones après que mes vieux ont explosé..."
Awkward regard de côté...
"Dis... tu veux te joindre à moi?"
Name:
Vella "Calisto" Calixten Ophelia.
Race:
Asari.
Class:
Sentinel.
Age:
267
Sex:
You mean I can choose as an Asari?! :D
Appearance:
6.8ft, 200(something)lbs
With deep blue skin, bright purple eyes and dark blue lips, and standing a bit taller than most of her sister. Her physique is that of a well trained and fed warrior, who has spent much of her time honing her craft, though still retains its feminine form, with Vella leaning towards being a bit more bottom heavy.


Backstory:
At a young age, Vella became a shock trooper in the Lance of Light division, a part of the Asari military that specializes in heavy attack tactics and boarding actions. Whilst initial training was turbulent and chaotic, most of her stay with the Division would turn out to be surprisingly lax, as they were not a favored division within the Asari military, with the Commandos mostly being picked before them for important missions, and with no great wars going on to require their service. Most of the beginning of Vella's life therefore became filled with mind numbing routine in a (mostly) peaceful galaxy, with what little actual military action she ever saw being when the division was brought down upon particular pirate and criminal gangs who were too stupid to flee.
It was not until the Reaper war that Vella and her division saw true action. In the chaos of the total war launched by the extra-galactic machines of death that swept down onto a mostly unsuspecting galaxy, the Lance of Light suddenly went from being a mostly unused relic from the past to being a highly effective legion of soldiers that were sent into the thick of any offensive, plunging into the Reaper's own otherwise unstoppable tide and carving a path of chaos and destruction through it. What to many was a terrifying chapter of horror and despair for the galaxy became Vella's own little gift, as she plunged herself heedless into the thick of it with the rest of her sisters, putting more than a century of training combined with unhinged aggression towards her foe!
Although victorious at the end of the war, the Lance of Light was devastated, having lost more than 50% of its original personnel. Whilst most of the people around her were tired and eager to embrace the hard won peace, Vella found herself feeling disquiet. The war had awakened something in her, an urge that had always been there but had not truly manifested itself until the world she had known had been destroyed around her. It was a lust for excitement, of challenge and adventure. Feeling unsatisfied with the bureaucratic work of putting her old division together or rebuilding her home planet; neither of which she possessed the patience for; she instead gained permission to leave under the pretense of "Improving Inter-Racial Military Cooperation" by assisting other allied forces in the galaxy, something she did by following a contact she had gained during the Reaper war in the form of a mysterious Specter... 
Psyche Profile:
Impulsive. Non-thinking Extrovert. Action girl. Impatient. These are the traits that best describe Vella, as she is an energetic, impatient woman who hates to be still, and likes to be in the center of things. She is highly competitive. To her, everything can become a competition, and she is highly conscious of what others think about her! 
Specialty:
Frontline fighter through and through. Vella's hot-headed nature makes her a natural shock trooper, preferring to always be on the attack and never pausing. She does possess a technical skill built up over more than a hundred years, which makes her adapt at piloting vehicles as well, allowing her to take her aggressive attack mentality over to piloting vehicles, both land, air and space. 
Powers/Skills:
Expert Marksman Training.
Expert CQC Training.
Military Biotic Training.
Extensive technical skills.
Pilot training, mostly focusing on Fighter crafts.
Basic Demolition training, but good at improvising.

Equipment and Resources:
ML-77 Missile Launcher.
Apostle. Asari Assault Rifle.
Acolyte Pistol.
Ceremonial dagger. Essentially a small sword that also doubles as a melee weapon.
Sample Post:
A current of excitement was running through the otherwise still air around them,
They were a group of six in total, standing in the dim light of the run down maintenance hallway. Though otherwise shrouded in darkness, the polished, silvery surface of their armor glistened from the light generated by the welding torch used by the drone in front of them to cut through the bulkhead. The crackling of the plasma was the only source of sound in the room as none of them said anything. They all knew why they were there. They all knew what the mission expected of them.
A deep, metallic groan could suddenly be heard from far off away, traveling through the metal walls around them as if some great tremor had occurred a few hundred feet away from them. But what they knew to be the ongoing bombardment outside did not matter to them.
Valla, standing in the front right of the group, gripped her Apostle rifle tightly as an audible beep suddenly emanated from the swirling, bulbous light of the drone in front of them; indicating that the structural integrity of the wall in front of them was weak enough to be…
*BOOM!*
The charges placed on the bulkhead promptly detonated, causing the weakened bulkhead to suddenly fall in and onto the ground with a heavy thud on the other side! Tendrils of fire and smoke flew everywhere as the entire group now suddenly charged forward without a word; weapons trained and blue barrier shields flickering around them like ghostly hues!
“What?!” Sounded the surprised voice of a Batarian male who came into view right in front of them, standing up from behind a terminal, omni-tool in one hand and his other hand frozen. Garbed in the fatigues of a technician, the Batarian’s many eyes widened only in time to realize what was going on as the silver armed figures emerged out from the breach in front of him – before half a dozen white bolts streaked right through his body, almost severing his arm and leaving him dead before he even hit the ground!
Finger on the trigger, Vella watched as the first target fell, feeling a rush of adrenaline as she could hear off to her left another scream as one of her sisters had just acquired more of the ship’s crew; and promptly disposed of them! Heart racing and blood rushing with excitement, she stepped rapidly forward as she suddenly noticed the outline of another figure emerging a cloud of steam escaping from some of the piping.
“We’ve been boarded!” Sounded the voice of a man as he came around the corner, a human; grizzled features and black suit and armor, and a pistol snapping up on his right. He did not hesitate to fire, albeit frantically at that, snapping off three shots! Two of them missed their mark, though one shot hit; only to be dispersed in a flick of blue as it hit the shield around Vella.
There was a visible pause in the man’s actions, a look of sudden regret washing over his face as he saw the trio of rifles that were suddenly pointed directly at him! He took one step back; his lips moving as to speak but no words escaped; before he too was riddled with a stream of silvery streaks, tearing through his simple chestplate and everything else, and painting the wall behind him with blood and ash!
Behind the monochrome mask of her helmet, Vella smiled. A smile of joy and excitement, even as she stepped instinctively forward. This was her purpose she was fulfilling. No more simulations. This time it was real, and she could not wait as they advanced rapidly deeper into the ship as the sound of other boarding actions could be heard in the distance!

Notes
Achievements: Managed to get heavily injured 21 times during the Reaper war. Still standing.
Has an antagonistic relationship with low door frames.
Would say something about sexuality, but if I remember correctly, Asari sexuality involves banging most things!