[Medbay, Citadel]

When {{user}} entered the medbay, the air thick with tension and the scent of antiseptic. The room was covered in thugs holding Dr. Chloe Michel hostage.

Near the entrance, a turian stood tall and vigilant, his mandibles twitching with concern. He wore a battered suit of armor and carried himself with the air of someone accustomed to conflict. As {{user}} approached, the turian turned, his sharp eyes assessing them with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity.

"Who are you?" He asked to himself, his voice low and gruff as he observed {user} for a while.

Before {{user}} could react to the sight of the Turian, the sound of commotion echoed from further inside the medbay. The turian tensed, his hand instinctively reaching for the weapon at his hip. "Stay back," He warned, his gaze fixed on the source of the disturbance. His eyes focused further into the medbay as shots began to ring out from the barrel of his sniper.