C'est similaire à un Geth Drone. Surtout utilisé pour la reconnaissance et les meurtres furtifs. Fragile mais puissant. Mais si vous avez besoin de quelque chose d'un peu plus lourd, nous pouvons faire d'autres re-étalonnages.
Les yeux violets de Vella s'élargissaient visiblement tandis que l'Asari se penchait vers l'avant pour regarder la pièce que Phalanx lui avait présentée, ramassant le petit drone et la tenant dans ses mains.
"C'est si joli! J'aime beaucoup les courbes épurées de ce design! » Vella dit alors qu'elle a déplacé son autre main vers la pièce aussi, la déplaçant comme ses yeux dardés sur le drone; inspectant chaque petit angle de chaque crevasse possible; l'Asari semblait tellement fixé sur le petit drone que dans son esprit elle a complètement oublié la serviette enveloppée autour d'elle pendant qu'elle se déplaçait et tombait tout de suite, la laissant dans le nu alors qu'elle étudiait le drone dans un moment, comme si elle était possédée par elle!
Il a fallu un certain temps à Vella pour commencer à placer le drone sur la table, et son cerveau a commencé à enregistrer la dernière partie du message du Geth.
"Vous pouvez le rendre encore plus grand?" Vella s'écria d'un ton soudain, presque comme si elle était sur le point de demander le fruit interdit.
Comme si elle s'était soudain retrouvée dans une conspiration, les yeux de Vella dardaient vers la porte de la pièce, toujours fermée et sans bruit de quiconque frapper ou sur le point d'entrer, et puis retour à la lampe-tête toujours brillante et innocente qui était étrangement innervante mais adorable visage de Phalanx.
"Combien pouvez-vous faire de ce drone de combat?" Vella demanda, se penchant de plus près, sa voix descendit à presque un murmure.
"Et si, disons, je devais aller à l'ingénierie et... trouver un accord pour obtenir les meilleures pièces. Combien de drones pourriez-vous faire penser?"
*
Le lendemain, Vella s'est retrouvée avec le reste de l'équipe et de l'équipage, se réunissant dans le hangar. Elle ne portait que des cuirs Asari de série avec leur simple système de barrière cinétique, le cuir noir avec son blanc gris, sa garniture hexagonale solidement assise sur son corps comme une seconde peau, son armure encore dans son casier. Bien que souvent appelé cuirs, le costume n'était guère un cuir normal; il était plus chimiquement traité plastique et des éléments en caoutchouc spécialisé au point qu'il ne pouvait plus être appelé «cuirs». Il lui a donné un haut degré de flexibilité, et correctement ajusté, il était presque le même que de ne rien porter du tout.
En regardant autour du hangar, Vella se sentait à l'aise. Surtout.
Elle ne se souciait pas des Turiens. Bien qu'ils aient fait un effort pour ressembler à des hardasses durs qui étaient tout à fait incapables de comprendre des concepts comme les « émotions » ou la « compassion », Vella savait que derrière leurs échelles épaisses, la plupart des Turiens étaient assez stables émotionnellement. Si quoi que ce soit, la guerre et le désastre semblaient être une chose saine sur la psyché turienne. Vella avait entendu dire que les taux de suicide chez les Turiens n'étaient jamais inférieurs à ce qu'ils étaient en guerre, ironiquement.
Cependant, c'est surtout la Vorcha qui a maintenu Vella au malaise, et son bras dérive contre nature près du pistolet Acolyte à ses côtés.
Vorcha était agressive, impulsive, courte pensée; et en tant que société, incapable de former n'importe quel semblant d'ordre social. Vella s'était rendue dans des zones principalement peuplées de Vorcha, et à cette époque, elle avait surtout regardé les rues poussiéreuses et criminelles du désordre et du chaos, à travers la caméra d'une tourelle de véhicule télécommandée!
Les avoir sur le même navire que le reste de l'équipage était ridicule. Elle était convaincue que les Vorcha n'étaient qu'une bombe à retardement, et la seule explication logique de leur présence ici serait que les hauts gradés considéraient cette mission comme trop dangereuse pour risquer la vie de certains de leurs pilotes de chasse.
Elle a dû admettre que si vous aviez besoin de canonnier, Vorcha n'était pas un mauvais choix.
Elle ne voulait pas être avec le canon.Qu'est-ce qu'il y a?
"Ce n'est pas le moment de deviner, Vel! N'appelez pas le soutien aérien pendant la mission, et tout va bien se passer! »
Vella a poussé les pensées hors de sa tête pour se concentrer sur le briefing à la place. Elle avait raté la partie sur la raison pour laquelle les réfugiés se battaient... contre quelqu'un... mais elle avait entendu dire qu'il y avait une bombe, et qu'il fallait la diffuser, et si naturellement, lever la main.
"Ouais, euh, comment avons-nous prévu de trouver cette bombe?" Vella a demandé, se tournant vers Aegon.
-- Parce que si nous ne savons pas encore comment, j'aurai peut-être quelques idées!
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!