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Meanwhile by the Citadel docks: The Turian dropship landed on the military - section of the dock in the Citadel, and as it landed, the side doors slided open, revealing five armed Turian military bodyguards and one ugly unarmed Turian cladded in officer clothing. As of the moment the door opened, the small entourage marched out, having no eyecontact as they went, except from the occasional salute to a fellow Turian. After some minutes they would finally arrive infront of an elevator, the unarmed Turian turned against the closest bodyguard. Raknarion: Lieutenant, stay here as I take the elevator up to the general. I doubt he'd like an armed force in the office. The lieutenant salutes Raknarion, giving him a firm nod. The commander continues into the elevator, alone. It took only some mere moments before the elevator opened once again, revealing a corridor that leads to several ways. Each way had a sign on the side, saying which way were to the embassy to each race. Raknarion follows the one saying "Turian". On his way through the specific corridor, he'd meet alot of Turians, also cladded in officer uniforms. And he knew many of the ones he passed, giving most a firm nod. When he reached a specific door, having the initials on it "Admiral Zharlis", he'd enter it and immidietly straightens his back and lifts his hand up to his face level, doing a salute towards the Turian male sitting infront of him. Zharlis: At ease, commander. It is good to see that you're back in one piece, and with the news of the krogan insurgents eliminated as well? Raknarion answers in a calm voice, though with the hint of pride: Of course, admiral. I executed the operation with out most excellency. No casualties, not even an injury. This will surely show other krogan that insurgancy like this is a waste of energy and time, sir. Zharlis eyed Raknarion for a second, before saying: This is good to hear, but know that there will always be those who rise up against the authorities. Now, your current orders are to wait in the citadel for further orders. Before Raknarion could answer, Zharlis interrupts him, saying. Zharlis: Commander, you're dismissed for now. At the end of the sentence Zharlis moved his gaze to the computer beside him, starting to write in it. Raknarion saluted once more, and turned around towards the entrance.