“I am honestly concerned for his mental health if he truly and strongly believes that the Hanar are going to be handed a political position on the Citadels Council, or any position at all for that matter. You do remember what happened when one of them became a Specter right? He was on the verge of starting a holy crusade for the Enkindlers. Thankfully the council stepped in and stopped the mass stupidity before it caused any real damage. If they want to be part of the council they need to put in the effort to show they are willing to cooperate with the other species and accept the fact that there are other religions in the galaxy.” Solares crossed his arms over his chest and let out a small chuckle, shaking his head back and forth a couple of time, remembering those more or less entertaining times. “Of course I remember those days, I honestly have to say I felt bad for him, almost felt bad for him I mean.” Aviza stood next to Solares, leaning over a table that had an interactive holographic image of the ExoGeni Corporation facility on Noveria. “Sorry to change the subject but did I mention that this facility is a cluster fuck? Then again what would you expect from a bunch of elitist Salarian Scientists who try their hand at architecture. Why would they make this facility a maze, are they trying to keep their employees locked inside?” Aviza spun the hologram clockwise with her hand to look at its main entrance. 

“I was told they are working on renovating the facility, trying to make it more friendly and accessible, which is a sick joke coming from ExoGeni.” Solares walked over to Aviza and closed the hologram, “Honestly, it’s not important for now, once we arrive at Noveria we can ask for full blueprints of the facility.” Aviza opened her mouth to respond but was cut off by the sound of beeping coming from her personal Data assistant. “We have a message from command, there’s one assigned to you and one to myself.” Aviza forwarded Solares’s message to him within a couple of seconds. “You are here by ordered by AGTSAT to protect a diplomat of the highest importance with your life while discussions are made by him and fellow members of said party.” Solares shrugged lightly before putting his personal data assistant away and crossing his arms over his chest once more. “Did you get the same message or am I doing this mission alone.” Asked Solares before Aviza held up her own personal data assistant so Solares could read the message. “Classified Mission of top priority, report to AGTSAT with your ship immediately.”

He paused for a moment, letting the message sink in. “Sounds like they trust your skills and talents more than mine. Keep in touch with me if you can Aviza, seems like we should both head out immediately.” Not long after, the two of them could be found in the armory of their ship, gearing as quickly as they could. Aviza usually went with the darker colored armor, due to the fact that stealth played a major part while on a mission. Solares on the other hand, had a custom set of armor that was a urban digital camouflage across most it. Once they both had all of their equipment and gear ready, they embraced each other for a while then headed to the main deck of the ship where in only a short while each of them would depart of their own assignment. Hours would pass before Solares found himself upon the small executive shuttle that was heading towards the unnamed space station, with Diplomat on board. “You have guarded someone of my importance before, right? It is highly imperative that I arrive to the space station and remain unharmed and safe at all times until we arrive back where we met. It is only then that you will receive payment and confirmation to your Military that the mission was a success.” The diplomat seemed to glare at Solares, waiting for a reply. 

“Yes sir, I can honestly tell you without any doubt that you will be safe, and that no harm will come to you as long as you follow my instruction and stay by my side. I spent many years of my life among Special Forces so you have nothing to worry about. It seems we will be arriving early so just tell me where I should be and I will follow your orders swiftly and to the letter.” Solares spoke as he looked over his weapon and then attached a holographic MK-17 scope to his high-powered pistol. “Why do you use a scope on such a weapon?” asked the Diplomat who seemed quite nervous about the whole situation. “It’s a Mk-17 scope, just helps me hit someone stupid enough to attack me.” The pilot of the shuttle lined the spacecraft up with the space stations docking port, and gracefully attached the shuttle before giving the Solares and the diplomat the all clear. “If a fight does break out, I hope these walls can withstand heavy fire, if they can’t well then we are going to be in deep shit.” The diplomat looked over at Solares with a concerned look on his face. “That was a joke, wasn’t it? Please tell me that was a joke.” Solares smirked at the Diplomat before nodding his head, “Yeah it was, it’s illegal to make anything out in space non-bullet proof, or at least that’s what I have been told. The council doesn’t like having to handle incidents where people are sucked out into space because something was poorly constructed.” The Diplomat shook his head at Solares, “That is not funny, I will inform your superiors of this, mark my words.” Holding his pistol to the left to make sure the sights were lined up correctly, he simply responded by saying “You go ahead and do that.” 

A good amount of time would pass as the other diplomats boarded the station and walked past Solares, some making eye contact with him and others completely ignoring his presence. Once things started to progress with the assignment, Solares was ordered to wait down the hallway around fifty feet away from the meetingroom untill further notice, which was honestly fine with him. He leaned up against the wall behind and lightly tapped his left foot in beat on the hard metal surface below him while music played from inside of his armored helmet that completely hid his identity. The song [url=https://youtu.be/gcNEC9NaJuE]Reapers[/url] played from the small speakers in his helmet as he observed his surroundings, noticing the abnormal events that unfolded around him with caution and paranoia. He was bracing himself for something to happen and would be prepared for it if all hell to break loose, if it came to that. A group of guards ran past him and started to lock down doors, or it at least appeared to be that way. Rather far away from where he stood, he watched a Geth quickly and efficiently incapacitate one of the guards before eliminating him. “Things just got interesting…” he thought to himself before moving out of the hallway and taking cover in a small room. He prepped his weapons and gear before turning off his music, and readying himself for combat, the way he had been trained by Aviza. Leaving the room, he headed down an alternate path and tried opening a door to get into the room where he now heard gunfire erupting from.  

Kneeling down on one knee, Solares pressed himself against the door and listened to what was going on within. It  would have been better to observe the situation before taking any action upon the hostiles but the door was locked. He came to the conclusion that flanking the targets would be the best course of action, and would help give him the upper hand in combat for at least a moment or so. Finely collecting himself he quickly pulled the sniper rifle from its position upon the back of his armor and attached a close range scope to its rail. Running down the hall to the left of him, he could now hear footsteps nearby. Quickly taking the corner, he came upon a group of what appeared to be friendlies outside of a security station, fighting back against the Turians and other hostiles that were not far from where they stood. Raising his weapon, he took careful aim and fired his Black Widow, the sound of it most likely causing everyone including the hostiles to turn their attention to him. The bullet would travel straight through his target before hitting the wall behind him and disintegrating. Placing the rifle onto the back of his armor, he quickly equipped his pistol and moved up alongside the others, taking shots at the hostiles.