The Citadel. It'd been a while since Iudex had been here last. Assassinations tended to be more commonly sought after in the 'less civilised' parts of the Galaxy. Still It had been a while since his last job and Iudex didn't really want to start dipping into his savings yet. Iudex removed his helmet and winced slightly as he was dazzled by the brightness of his surroundings. Everything here was so clean, so bright. All polished steel and perfectly clean glass, uniformed officials and other staff milled about with obvious purpose, all so organised. Streamlined. Iudex smirked.<span style="font-style: italic">Nothing like Omega</span>he thought. Eyes now adjusted to the light, Iudex mag-locked his helmet to his hip and walked towards a signposted elevator. A Turian guard stood either side of the door. Iudex saluted them, at first the officers seemed confused, but upon seeing the Blackshield insignia emblazoned on Iudex's chest they snapped into a sharp salute. Iudex pressed the button to call the elevator down. He nodded to the guards.<br/><br/>"You're a Blackshield?" Asked one of them<br/><br/>Iudex didn't reply. It was partly ingrained in him not to talk about any aspect of the Turian Spec Ops unit. Also, He didn't want to.<br/><br/>"What's it like?" The same guard asked again, he seemed excited, enamoured even, with the idea that he was talking with a Blackshield. Iudex understood why. It was considered one of the highest honours to serve the Turian cause in such a way. But that was by people who hadn't experienced what it was to be a Blackshield. An awkward silence now held between Iudex and the guard. He decided to fill it.<br/><br/>"I<span style="font-style: italic">used</span>to be a Blackshield, yeah."<br/><br/>"Used to?"<br/><br/>The elevator arrived and the doors slid apart accompanied by a chime. Iudex stepped into the elevator and pressed the button to take him the Commons.<br/><br/>"Yeah, used to." He replied flatly.<br/><br/>"Well... what happened?". They guard was obviously puzzled.<br/><br/>"They all died. Badly."<br/><br/>Iudex caught a brief glimpse of a half horrified, half pitiful expression cross the guard's face before the doors shut. The lift began to move and Iudex replaced his Helmet. Some people found the confines of an all enclosing suit of armour to be claustrophobic. Not Iudex.The data relays, vital signs and environmental information being beamed directly onto his eyes by his helmet made him feel in control of and given situation that he was in. Iudex snapped himself away from the data on his HUD and realised he was tightly gripping the handle of his Carnifex. Too many contract negotiations gone badly had trained that behaviour into him. Best be able to shoot your way out if need be. There was another chime, signalling that the elevator had arrived at the Commons. He stepped out into the corridor and released his grip on his pistol. He scrolled through the information regarding this job that was being displayed on his HUD. Room 5631B. 5627...5629...5631. He listened carefully outside the door. listening for anything that might be pertinent or might tell him that he need to be ready for a fight. Nothing.<br/><br/>Iudex stepped in. he was Greeted by the sight of an Asari in a black and purple catsuit, and a yellow-skinned Drell with typically sharp features.<br/><br/>"So," Iudex said to them both, removing his helmet again. "Am I working<span style="font-style: italic">with</span>or<span style="font-style: italic">for</span>you? Either way," Iudex offered a hand to the Drell first, who was nearest him, "Iudex Artellan, Former Blackshield."