Au fur et à mesure que le champ de stase s'estompait, les grenades ont explosé dans une puissante explosion, quoique étouffée, contenue par le champ renforcé de Vella et Tibère.
"Ça devrait suffire, on... attends, qu'est-ce que tu... "..."
La frappe de Skarr serait l'abeille (ou maul de puissance massive) qui a brisé le dos du chameau, comme dans les dernières-minutes de l'explosion le marteau viendrait et rompait la barrière, ce qui a obligé Vella et Tibère à sauter sur le côté comme le côté de la barrière dirigée vers l'entrée du complexe souterrain a explosé vers l'extérieur, bien que heureusement la plupart de l'explosion avait déjà passé, ce qui signifie que la plupart de l'air chaud et des débris volaient vers le haut dans un angle -relativement sûr.
"Qu'est-ce que c'était pour ça?" 
Vella a crié en regardant Skarr avec une expression confuse de derrière son masque, mais elle n'a pas eu le temps d'attendre une réponse avant de prendre conscience d'un nouveau développement.
"Biotiques! Prends Ellis! Quelqu'un va chercher les tourelles! Tous les autres, couvrez-vous!"
Aegon n'avait même pas besoin de le dire. Vella avait déjà fait demi-tour et pouvait entendre les sons alarmants du YMIR alors qu'il commençait sa séquence d'autodestruction, et Vella savait d'avoir lu assez de magazines de sécurité à bas prix qu'un YMIR transportait assez d'une charge utile pour niveler un bloc entier!
"Par la déesse, quel idiot a détruit sa tête?"
Vella a crié dans la frustration, mais c'était une simple expression de ce qu'elle ressentait. Sa vraie attention était plutôt de trouver la figure d'Ellis, qui était remarquablement difficile à repérer au milieu du nuage lentement dégagé de fumée tactique malgré son énorme volume!
À l'entrée du complexe, en face du Cerberus qui fuit, mais toujours très en vue des tourelles, Vella gémit alors qu'elle se précipitait derrière sa lourde couverture en béton et lançait son bras vers l'avant, en utilisant une capacité de levage sur la coque actuellement inopérante d'Ellis!
Elle a arraché ses dents, ses muscles et son esprit à l'effort de manipuler la masse du corps d'Ellis! Pourtant la douleur de l'effort n'a pas traversé ses pensées. Des années d'entraînement et d'innombrables heures l'avaient engourdie dans la plupart des plaintes que son corps avait à offrir. Le Chemin de l'Attaquant ; le programme d'entraînement privilégié de la Lance de Lumière ; idéalisé le symbole de l'implacable guerrierne, n'abandonnant jamais, ne connaissant qu'une seule voie, et qui était en avant ; jusqu'à ce que ses ennemis ou son corps aient cédé, selon ce qui est arrivé le premier!
-- Une fois que cela aura été fait, Ellis, je coupe votre boîte à pain de quelques centaines de kilos! Vella a grondé plus qu'elle ne parlait dans son interphone, une fureur menaçante dans sa voix!
Tandis que le costume d'Ellis s'éloignait lentement du sol, l'une des tourelles avait déjà tourné son baril vers la partie dériveuse du métal et ouvert un feu entièrement automatique ; des dizaines de balles se cinglant déjà contre son armure lourde avec des degrés d'efficacité variables!
"Quelqu'un s'occupe du,-"
*BEP**BOP**BIP*
*KABOOM*
Vella s'est mise à crier, avant d'entendre soudain le son bip-bop familier de son premier droïde recon; Aurora; comme il est soudainement venu fouillant de sa vue arrière; c'est la lumière bleue chatoyante alors qu'il s'est transformé en un rouge vif; et il s'est soudainement suicidé en une des tourelles dans une explosion ingloreuse!
"Oh... Je suppose que merci, Sil."
Elle pensait en privé qu'elle venait de regarder le tas smoldering où la tourelle et Aurora venaient de se heurter. Mais la bonne nouvelle serait brève, car une autre voix s'est brusquement craquée à travers l'interphone.
Katabasis, il y a eu un développement. Cette institution a été utilisée comme station de recherche Reaper, et maintenant nous avons plus de deux mille Husks en liberté. Nous devons les tenir ici, les empêcher de gagner le passage vers la ville ci-dessus. L'infiltration agira comme un leurre, et conduira la horde à la position Assault, là nous serons en mesure de baisser et d'utiliser les limites serrées pour les arrêter jusqu'à ce que les renforts puissent arriver. 
Vella sentit un morceau de son esprit soudainement geler ; son corps continuant automatiquement en manipulant Ellis ; comme le sens réel du message lui apparut pleinement.
"Les défenses. Des milliers d'entre eux, hein?"
Derrière son casque, le visage de Vella prendrait un ton plus neutre. Un regard presque serein sur son visage, mais ses yeux jaunes normaux et brillants avaient gagné un regard étrangement vide; comme si elle regardait simplement dans l'espace.
"Remercié..."
Elle répondit simplement, sa voix ayant tourné presque mécaniquement alors que ses yeux se levaient soudainement vers l'entrée ; un profond, piercing focus hantant maintenant son regard!
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!