À chaque seconde passée, la Cabale Minus se préparait à une contre-attaque alors que Solares et le reste de l'équipe tentaient désespérément de négocier avec la traumatisée Turian. À ce stade, elle avait réussi à se trouver un coin à l'intérieur du poste de sécurité et à s'y pencher, les mains serrées sur l'arme, secouant nerveusement tout en visant les vues de fer du pistolet. Raa a continué d'essayer de calmer la femme Turian tout en mettant sa propre vie en danger, en utilisant un ton doux et apaisant de la voix. Il a pensé à lui-même tout en gardant le champ MK77 centré sur le potentiel hostile. Lorsque Donny a rejoint le côté de Raa, Solares a pu sentir ses muscles serrer légèrement de la façon dont la situation était mal gérée. Sa formation lui a appris que dans une situation comme celle-ci, il vous est conseillé d'utiliser un autre moyen en plus d'utiliser des balles mortelles pour rendre la cible incapable et l'éliminer des dommages. Les rondes non létales n'étaient pas une option, en raison du fait qu'il n'en avait pas, donc quelqu'un d'autre dans le groupe allait devoir éliminer la menace avant que la femme Turian finisse par tirer sur quelqu'un.
"Lady, si ça comptait, on aurait pu te tuer il y a un moment. Nous voulons vraiment sortir d'ici en vie."
Solares a laissé un soupir doux tout en mentalement facepalming à ce que Tacticus avait dit, « Avez-vous même allé à l'otage et la formation de négociation? Tu vas juste finir par avoir quelqu'un..." sa sentence a été écourtée alors que la femme Turian a ouvert le feu sur Tacticus avec un avertissement.
Name: Solares Vanore
Species: Turian
Age: 28 
Gender: Male
Appearance:
 (Digital Urban Camo without Garrus of course)
Standing at exactly six feet and one inch, Solares would closely resemble the other members of his species, though some features helped him stand out and be unique among those around him. Two black streaks of warpaint ran across his lower jaw and part of his cheeks, vanishing behind his head. After many years of hard physical training, he has toned his body to be very well fit and in shape for not only mentally intensive but also the physically intensive assignments that he seemingly ends up taking part in. Strangely enough, his eyes glow a soft blue, abnormally brighter than those of other Turians. Occasionally those who meet him for the first time are put off or made comfortable by the fact that it appears that he is glaring at him, or looking at them as if they are being judged. This couldn’t be further from the truth, do to his strict military training that he started at a young age, he has a very pronounced military physique about him. If someone would look closely enough at his neck while part of his armor was off, they would see a small Tattoo with the symbol of a Viper wrappings itself around a Hanar, and the words SERT above it.
Weapons/Equipment:
1: Black Widow Sniper Rifle
2: Piranha Shotgun
3: Executioner Pistol
4: Omni-tool = 
5: Ashes Armor (Concept art)
6: Turian Frigate
7: Several different types of ammo and explosives 
A: Inferno Grenade
B: Multi-Frag Grenade
C: Flash Gernade
D: Incendiary Ammo
E: Explosive Ammo
F: Armor-Piercing Ammo
G: Warp Ammo
H: Hammerhead Ammo
Skills and Abilities:
1: Devilishly Handsome
2: First Aid/Medicine
3: Carnage (shotgun)
4: Fitness
5: Tactical Armor
6: Assassination
7: Turian Agent
Background:
Seventy five long turbulent years had passed for the Turians since the defeat of the Reapers. They worked tirelessly to rebuild their crippled civilization upon their home world of Palaven. With the help of the other species of the galaxy, they were now entering a golden age as cities sprung up once more across the world as well as the galaxy. With every new city that was built, their population grew considerably. From within one of these new cities a Turian named Solares Vanore was born as an only child upon a wealthy military family. His parents sat at a high rank with the Turian armed forces. Commanding soldiers and issuing tactical commands were among some of their responsibilities. Though at a young age, his parents passed away, leaving him with all of their belongings as well as an an empty place to take their potion once he was fully trained and mature enough to handle such an important task.
After a year of living with his aunt and uncle upon a lower class part of the city, he was quickly drafted into the Turian military and began his intensive physical and mental training alongside many of his families’ closest and most trusted friends. With being able to choose who he would train with, he chose someone he had grown quite fond of, a female Turian who was part of the special operations squad known as “AGTSAT.” This female Turian was known by her close friends and family as Aviza, a lone wolf that had held off a squad of raging Krogan with a pistol that had two thermal clips, a handful of plasma throwing knifes and a single cyro frag while having suffered two broken ribs on the right side of her body.
She treated him harshly, viciously, stern and cold while in training, but outside of it showed that she truly cared for his well being, a tough love as some may call it. Many years passed as Solares’s skills and talents grew, showing that he was greatly interested in carrying his parent’s legacy as well as helping protect his people and the rest of the galaxy as a whole. Secretly on this side of all his training, his relationship with Aviza grew with every day that passed. The weapon of his choice was unsurprisingly the sniper rifle, which he studied, assembled, disassembled, and modified to learn every aspect about the weapon. It took many years for him to perfect, or at least master the sniper rifle and how to properly use it against enemies of multiple types in different scenarios and chalanges. “Take aim at your target, breath out slowly, stay calm and remember to take distance, angle, and speed into account before pulling the trigger."
"In almost every case, you will only have one chance to hit your target before they realize where you are and leave the area, or worse.” Aviza would to say to Solares. She would place a hand on his chest and push upon it roughly, “Deep breaths in, let them out slowly as I have showed you. Accuracy and stability are two of a snipers best friends, remember that and you should do well. I can only train you to a certain point, the rest you must learn on your own, out in combat, in the real situation. I won’t always be there to hold your hand and help you, unless you want me to be.” She would smirk lightly at Solares before pointing down the firing range. “Keep trying until I tell you to stop, or I will shove my boot up your ass.” Aviza is partly to blame for Solares’s colorful personality, like how he has a quick sense of humor as well as being a smartass at times.
This of course does not mean he is not a protective, proud, and honorable person, in fact he has quite the respectful personality. After many years of hard training he finely became a fully graduated and recognized Special Operations solider that worked under Aviza and “AGTSAT.” No one else knew expect for a couple of people but Solares and Aviza were now mates that lived together in a top end apartment overlooking a large garden area that was recently built for them. Solares’s thirst for knowledge did not end there though, he enrolled into advanced medical and first aid classes where he learned how to treat minor to advanced injuries across multiple species as well as numerous other useful skills. During that time, Solares learned that his parents had left him a First Class Turian frigate that he quickly customized to his and Avizas tastes.
Developing skills and learning how to use to an Omni-Tool was becoming even more popular among the military and Solares saw this as an opportunity to learn numerous skills that could improve his combat capabilities as well as improve upon his standing with fellow members of the military. On a visit to the Citadel one day, he stopped by the N7 memorial and learned about the feats that Commander Shepard and his team were known for. He of course had heard of them before but never really took the time to sit down and learn about each and every one of them. “Commander Shepard and crew, savior of the Galaxy and destroyer of the Reapers.” There were thousands upon thousands of documents, pictures, videos, firsthand accounts, artifacts and the such about what happened those seventy-five years ago. “I wish I could have met him, maybe someday I will meet someone from his crew.” He thought to himself.
Shortly after, his mate went on a three month long expedition that he was unable to attend due to the severity of the mission. During this time he worked on the Citadel for C-Sec, doing station wide security that he felt over qualified for, even more so when he had to clean up corpses from a firefight. The work did give him a new outlook on the life of other species on not only the citadel but across the Galaxy. Once he climbed the ranks, his superior informed him of a “closed doors” assignment that he wanted Solares to take part in upon the Citadel, down in the Wards, not far from Chroa’s Den. C-Sec discovered a Quarian who was unaware she was buying from illegal sellers, and had managed to contact the turians for another purchase. C-Sec used Solares to get into touch with Raa, who he convinced to aid them in playing bait for the operation.
She could provide information like where the deal was going on, how many were supposed to be and the such. The mission was going as planned before the Turian dealers started to apply pressure onto the Quarian, harassing her by raising prices on products that she needed as well as threatening to abduct her and turn her into a slave if she did not cooperate. Solares brought this left hand to the com on the side of his headset before describing the situation to his superiors, asking for what to do next. The Quarian started to slowly step backward before an Asari seemed to appear out of nowhere, unleashing her biotics upon the Turian dealers. “Things just got really interesting down here commander, permission to engage?” That question was answered as a soft almost inaudible click came from behind him, the three hostile Turian dealers and the Asari fell to the ground after being hit with nonlethal taser rounds.
“Good hit on the targets, but I think the Asari was trying to help, better not taking any chances though.” Solares climbed down the latter than led to his hiding place while the rest of the squad followed up behind him. “Move them to the C-Sec holding cells, I will be there shortly, keep the Asari in her own room though and for the love of god bring that Quarian with you.” Later that evening Solares would open the door to the Asari’s cell and motion for her to leave. “I am sorry about that Voira, we can’t take any chances here and I wanted to make...” he never finished his sentence. The Asari threw a punch and hit him directly in the face, there was a pause “That was unnecessary, then again I rather take that then being tossed against the wall with the force of a charging Krogan from biotics. You are a feisty Asari huh? I like that, good job back there by the way, both of you." He rubbed his jaw lightly before making sure it still worked.
“This is going to be a great friendship, I can tell already. I was told you two do not have a place to bunk for a while, and seeing that I have plenty of room in my apartment, I am willing to make an offer. You can stay with me for a while until you find a ride off the station and a place to live uh....together? Go gather your gear and meet me back here, then I will show you were you two will be bunking.” Not long after everyone had collected their gear, the three of them could be found walking through the living quarters that connected to a large number of expensive looking apartments that overlooked the presidium. Once inside of his apartment she shut the door behind him and crossed his arms over his chest. “Pick a room and a bed, feel free to use the kitchen and all other utilities as you see fit, if you have any questions please let me know, so go ahead make yourself at home. Please excuse me for a moment though, I am going to go take a shower and will return in a while.”
He vanished into his room for a moment before pulling out his Ashes armor and a full set of clothes. He then headed into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. “I hope they don’t try and do anything stupid.” He thought to himself before flipping on some music and turning on the shower.” Over time, Solares grew to enjoy their company and to trust them around not only him, his belongings but also his mate Aviza, who seemed to be slightly paranoid about the A.I. RK, and other unknown reasons. Many years have passed since then, both Raa and Voira tend to stop by Solares and Aviza’s apartment which has grown considerably in size since the first time they all met.
As of recent days, Solares and Aviza have been moving back and forth from AGTSAT to C-sec when the other side does not actively need help. He and his mate barely has any time to meet with their old friends. Though, only a couple days ago they received a message from the Turian Military asking for their assistance with a delicate matter. Without hesitation they took the job, but on the way Aviza was ordered to break off and head to the AGTSAT headquarters immediately with her ship for a mission of top priority. Disappointed by loosing his mate and his ship, he ventured forth to meet up with his contractor who apparently was a highly important diplomat named Felathor. Solares insured Felathor on the ride over to the space station that he had taken part in many of these types of missions and no harm would come to him while he was around.