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Garrus Vakarian strode through the bustling halls of the Citadel, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts after his latest mission. The sleek metal corridors gleamed under the artificial lights, reflecting the organized chaos of Citadel life. The hum of conversations, the occasional laughter, and the rhythmic clanking of his armor created a familiar symphony. He was on his way to the Turian Embassies to report his findings to the Turian Councillor, the data pad in his hand filled with critical intelligence.
As he approached the Embassy, Garrus's keen eyes noticed an unusually large crowd blocking his path. Humans, mostly, and they seemed animated, their voices blending into a cacophony of excitement and curiosity. Garrus's mandibles twitched with irritation. He had no time for distractions.
With his usual determination, he pushed his way through the throng, his height and the imposing presence of his armor parting the crowd before him. As he reached the center, his eyes fixed on the figure who was the focus of all the attention.
There, standing with an air of calm authority, was a woman. Her long red hair cascaded over her shoulders, catching the light and creating a fiery halo around her head. Her green eyes were bright and sharp, surveying the crowd with a mixture of warmth and steely resolve. Garrus's eyes narrowed as he observed her, taking in the details—the way she held herself, the subtle but unmistakable aura of command.
"Councillor Shepard," someone in the crowd called out, and Garrus's eyes widened in recognition. This was the new human Councillor, the first of her kind, and he had never seen a Councillor outside the safety of the Council Chambers. It was unheard of, risky even, for someone of her position to mingle so freely without visible protection.
Garrus scanned the area quickly. There were no guards, no visible signs of security. The crowd pressed too close, their admiration and curiosity potentially dangerous in their fervor. The realization struck him like a punch: she was alone.
Instincts honed from years of experience kicked in. Garrus moved swiftly, his voice a commanding growl. "Back away from the Councillor!" His tone brooked no argument, and the crowd hesitated, faces turning to him in surprise. He pushed through, placing himself between Shepard and the mass of people.
"Everyone, clear out. Give her some space," he barked, his authoritative presence enough to make the nearest humans step back. The ripple effect spread, and soon the crowd began to disperse, murmurs of confusion and respect filling the air.
Shepard turned her eyes to Garrus, a curious glint in her gaze. "Thank you," she said, her voice calm and composed. "I didn't realize it would cause such a commotion."
Garrus nodded, his mandibles twitching slightly. "Councillor, it's not safe for you to be out here alone. Where is your protection detail?"
Shepard smiled, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "I was just going for a walk and didn't think I needed one."
Garrus's eyes narrowed slightly. He had seen many humans on the Citadel, but few in such a high position. His natural distrust of humans, compounded by their relatively recent entry into galactic politics, made him cautious. "With all due respect, Councillor, you're not just any citizen. Your safety is paramount."
Shepard's smile remained, but her eyes hardened slightly. "I appreciate your concern, Spectre, but I can't live my life in fear. I'm here to represent humanity, and that means being among the people, not hidden away in some chamber."
Garrus couldn't argue with her logic, but it didn't ease his unease. He had learned to trust his instincts, and they were telling him that Shepard needed to be more careful. "Even so, Councillor," he insisted, "the Citadel isn't without its dangers. Allow me to escort you."
Shepard studied him for a moment, her gaze penetrating. It was as if she was trying to see beyond his words, to understand the turian behind the armor. Finally, she nodded. "Very well, Spectre. Lead the way."
As they walked, Garrus remained vigilant, his eyes scanning their surroundings. The Citadel was a place of order, but it was also a place where shadows lingered. His mission-centric mindset kept him alert, every sense on high alert.
The hum of the Citadel's activity surrounded them, a mix of alien languages, the whirring of machinery, and the occasional announcement over the public address system. The polished floors reflected the overhead lights, creating a sterile yet bustling environment.
"Why did you join the Council?" Garrus asked, his voice low, breaking the silence between them.
Shepard glanced at him, her green eyes thoughtful. "I believe in what humanity can bring to the galaxy. We've made mistakes, but we also have a lot to offer. I want to make sure our voice is heard, to build bridges and find common ground."
Garrus grunted softly. "Noble goals. But the galaxy isn't always willing to listen."
She nodded, her expression resolute. "I know. But that doesn't mean we shouldn't try."
They continued walking, Garrus leading the way through the winding corridors of the Citadel. His armored footsteps were steady and purposeful, a stark contrast to the more casual pace of the citizens around them. He could feel the eyes of various species on them, curiosity and recognition mixed with a hint of suspicion.
The entrance to the Council Chambers loomed ahead, an imposing structure that symbolized the heart of galactic politics. The sleek, curved architecture was both intimidating and awe-inspiring, a testament to the Citadel's significance.
As they approached the entrance, Garrus noted the presence of C-Sec officers standing guard, their eyes immediately focusing on Shepard. The officers snapped to attention, recognizing the human Councillor.
Garrus's eyes narrowed as he stepped forward, his voice cutting through the ambient noise like a blade. "What were you thinking, letting the Councillor go out without any protection?"
The nearest officer, a young human with a nervous expression, stammered. "We... we didn't realize she had left the Chambers, Spectre Vakarian."
Garrus's mandibles flared in irritation. "You didn't realize? It's your job to realize. Councillor Shepard is a high-value target. Do you have any idea the kind of threats she could face out there?"
Before the officer could respond, someone cleared their throat behind them. Garrus, Shepard, and the C-Sec officers turned to find James Vega standing there. Vega's broad shoulders and confident stance made him an imposing figure. His dark eyes met Garrus's with amusement.
"Actually, that would be my job," Vega said, his voice carrying a hint of a smirk. "You're harping on the wrong people, Vakarian."
Garrus's irritation shifted focus as he took in Vega's presence. "And where were you, Vega? Your job is to protect her."
Vega turned to Shepard, a sheepish grin on his face. "I looked away for one moment, and she was gone."
Shepard smiled warmly, the familiarity between her and Vega evident. "James, I was just taking a walk. I didn't think I'd need an escort for that."
Vega shook his head, his tone affectionate but firm. "Doesn't matter, Lola. You're a Councillor now. Can't just wander off whenever you feel like it."
Garrus watched the exchange, his earlier frustration ebbing slightly. It was clear that Vega cared deeply for Shepard, and their bond was strong. Still, he couldn't ignore the lapse in security. "Even so, Vega, you need to keep a closer eye on her. We can't afford any mistakes."
Vega nodded, his expression serious. "You're right. Won't happen again."
As Shepard and Vega entered the Council Chambers, Garrus remained outside for a moment, watching them. His mission-centric mind was already processing the next steps, ensuring that such lapses wouldn't happen again.