Her name was Septitia Vitalinus; But most of her friends called her Vita. She was a proud Turian at heart and as most of her race she joined C-sec and had just finished her run in the Turian military services and thought her skills would be best put to use patrolling the Citadel and protecting the Council from any kind of threat. She had great ambitions to move up through the ranks from a standard Enforcement officer; which is were most started out, to slowly move up into investigator ranks and possibly have a future in working as a Spectre. But all of that was in the future.
Vita moved down from the corridors of the Citadel proper she was plunging her way down into the darker and seedier underbelly of the capital of the galaxy, she was dressed in her casual clothing as for this mission she didn't want to alert the Gang she was watching to her presence. But unfortunately that wouldn't be the case. Because as rookies are rookies do, one small mis-step had lead to her capture. It had been something she hadn't seen coming. A large group of the gang had been working the perimeter of their hide-out and had caught her before she could have absconded. So now she sat in a dank cell her hands tied roughly digging into her tough skin still causing minor irritations.
"Urgh, I- am in so much trouble" She muttered to herself, mandibles flicking rapidly in anger at herself. She was a perfectionist at heart and had thought to have had everything planned to a T. But unfortunately the fresh from duty Turian had forgotten to take into consideration the fact that other variables are in flux at all times. Not everything can be predicted with statistics. Sometimes outliers came into play and changed things. "HEY, How long are you going to KEEP ME LOCKED UP DOWN HERE, Huh?" She called out in hopes her captors would come down and give her some kind of closure on what they had planned for her. Most of the time captives were executed which is why she wondered of her fate and why it hadn't been carried out just yet.
She slumped down beside the bars of her cell and her hands lay limp in her lap as she felt the chill of a cool breeze waft through the room. Unsure if there were others here she thought it best to keep to herself if there was anyone else in this room working alongside them wouldn't always turn out to be the best idea. Who knew what kind of miscreants were lurking in the dimly lit room.