Sidonis these days worked in the Citadel. He was, technically, part of C-SEC, a traffic-control cop. Since the news on dangerous overwork had broken years ago, that particular branch had expanded, and Sidonis spent his days performing a public good, keeping the people of the Citadel safer from crashes and accidents.

He was well regarded by most of his coworkers. He was fastidious, he was dedicated, he never complained when saddled with the worst shifts and never once slacked on the job. He was a private man, but most would agree that he was a good one, and many had forgotten that this Turian had ever turned himself in for murder in the Terminus systems. Those that remembered thought he was making up for his crime rather well.

Sidonis was, overall, an admirable coworker. If he had been so inclined, there was even a fair Turian female who would have been appreciative of any advances from him.

Which is why no one would have blamed him too much for being so slow to react when the first Quarian ships arrived.

Everyone missed the first dot on the screen. He could have been forgiven for the second or third. But as more of the Flotilla poured through the relay to the Citadel, it became less negligence and more awe. Few had seen the Flotilla ships before. It wasn't that they were different, in fact most were old designs of sorts bought from the Citadel species, but it was the density, the number, the concentration that send warning bells blaring in the control room.

The supervisor, a human named Tate, was the only one present at that late shift, and pushed his way over and past the non-responsive Turian.

"What's wrong, Sidonis?" he began. "Can't you hear… the… oh." Because the flow of ships hadn't stopped, had only increased, more mass and accuracy through that Mass Relay than anyone thought possible. And now it wasn't just Quarian ships either.

"Shit. Sidonis, wake up, we have to warn th-"

Tate never finished his sentence, never even knew that he had been shot in the back of the head. Catching his supervisor's body, Sidonis gently lowered him to the ground and stepped around him, shutting the doors to the room and locking down this sector of C-SEC.

The delay in warning wouldn't mean much to the warships that patrolled outside the Citadel. They would, if they hadn't already, detect the approaching fleet. But the warning across the Citadel would come late, and from here all traffic in the Citadel could be diverted as necessary to make this go as smoothly as possible.

Sidonis worked in the Citadel. But he worked for, his life belonged to, the Archangel.