Somewhere secretly station deep in the Terminus System...
On the secret Space Station called Black Aegis I with heavy duty cloaking and jamming equipment, along with powerful weaponry and defenses to repel danger. Hopefully enough to fight off any Reaper's assault if ever found, but there several others like this one hidden in other Systems. This is just the primary HQ of the renown N7 Spec Ops, at least under the radar as the Alliance allowed them to run with their chosen title.
One of their Non-Human operatives, a Turian male with Biotic capabilities and talent. Along with tech know-how, making him a dangerous and skilled Sentinel of his Race. What make him unique is the fact that he had one eye missing, greatly damage beyond medical help. The fact he fought with a hindering handy-cap, which made him push himself greatly to improve his skills. Making sure he was never a issue to his squad, thus brought a notable nickname from one of his Human comrades as he started calling him after a Norse God "Odin" and he grown to liking it. Though his true name is Orus Lithdros, currently and unfortunately the last of the Lithdros as his family had been wipe out during the Reapers assault on Palaven.
Orus was currently in his little room cleaning his M-96 Mattock Assault Rifle, his most favored Assault Rifle among his collection. He was looking it over at the moment after his handiwork, examining it as it lay on the table he always uses when working on his guns. Orus' room was dimly lit as he had only the headlamp on and shining down to the tabletop, but his room soon get filled with more when his door slid open with a "swoosh" with a human shape silhouette. Male from what the pale plated Turian can tell from his visitor's shadow, which make it clear on who it is.
"What you want Marc?" Orus asked, mostly curious than annoyed. Even though he had done this many times, but Orus can forgive since they're friends. "We got a mission to take care of some troublesome Cerberus, so...armed up Odie Buddy and let go" Marc answered with a smirk, "stop calling me that, either stick with my name or my actually nickname." Orus retorted lightly with a annoyed tone. While placing his compacted Mattock onto his back, then turn to face his friend as he brush pass the human as he exited from his room. Heading down to the docking bay, Marc jogging behind briefly as he catches up to the Turian.