There was a little smirk on David's face. A proudful one. The human councilor hit all the right buttons, making most patriotic humans beam with pride. For during the Reaper War, it was Shepard who united the races. Not an Asari diplomate or a Turian war hero. No it was a human who accomplished it. And because of him, the war was won. After the speech, David joined in with the clapping. Which was soon cut short by the light failing. "Guys... what's happening?" he said through his voice comm, seeing if anyone had a clue. Darkening a room as filled as this one was basically asking for questions. Right after he possed his question, he heard the very audible sound of metal canisters hitting the ground and the hissing noise of gas pouring out. "Crap." he said to himself. He quickly put on his rebreather, after which he ducked into cover and opened his comm. Long range communication was jammed. It didn't matter, there was a protocol for this. He beamed the Emergency Protocol code through the classified channels. He couldn't see it, sadly. But he knew, the second that signal sent the Destiny Accession would come racing for the Presidium. "Emergency protocol has been activated. Get the council to the nearest bay! I'm going to assist the crowd control." David said through the security voice comms. Before jumped out of cover. Nebulous power formed over both of his arms, charging his biotic powers. Right in time some jet packing fool landed in front of David and took aim at him. Before the Turian knew it, he was flung against the wall with bone shattering force. A corpse landed right next to a pocket of dignitaries, protected by three C-Sec officers.

"You three! Move to the door! Form a perimeter. Keep the gas canisters and hostiles away." He wasn't entirely calm when he barked the orders. Though maybe that was why they did follow them. He then turned to the civilians. Some trying to get up and following the C-Sec officers towards the door. David was in his element, in the midst of combat with poor visibility. He even turned on the lights on his chest armor but the gas was obscuring most of his vision. The civilians though, they were not prepared for the confused screaming and the desperate gasping for breathable air. "Is anyone injured? Anyone injured?" he kept asking the civilians as he passed them. None looked incapacitated, luckily.

His visors gave him an inkling of where the hostiles and friendlies were. But through the gas, it was still not easy to tell. So he did what anyone would do and just ran straight into the cloud. Soon he reached another pocket of civilians. This time, they were unprotected. Before David could reach them, two Geth passed them. Though their crowd control felt a lot more like sirens going off. At least they killed the bad guys. David reached the group, crouching down with them behind cover. "Is anyone hurt?" He asked. One Krogan clutched his side. David could see the blood, but the Krogan caught him staring. "I'm fine." the giant lizard said with an elder gruff. "I ain't dying from some gut-shot in the Citadel." David just nodded and glanced at the others in the group. "This isn't good." the Krogan added. "Too many civs, too little guns and those canisters will kill us all if we stay here for much longer." Once again David nodded. Realizing this was no ordinary Krogan. "Listen, there's a perimeter being set up around the door. If you can, try to help force the damn door open." This time the Krogan nodded in agreement and got up. David took advantage of the moment and addressed the whole group, which were mostly human, Asari and Turian: "Follow this Krogan. If you're a biotic, trying to help with the door. If not, just stay in cover. We're getting out of here, okay. But we do it together." Slowly but surely the civilians began to trickle towards the door. Under the watchful eye of David. Though with every flash and explosion overhead, he got a little more nervous with every bang. "Snipers, be advised there are civilians moving on the ground. Be careful when you shoot a jet trooper." He said through the shared security channel.

Laid out before Andromedai were her sterile surgical tools. They had been neatly organised inside of the advanced medical kit that she carried with her at all times. By now, some of the tools had been stained a dark crimson as they were being put to use by highly skilled and well trained hands. "I no longer need the retractor or forceps, take them away and hand me the medi-gel." said Andromedai to a local C-Sec officer who had been helping her with the surgery. The human female C-Sec officer would do as she was told, swiftly taking away the tools that Andromedai no longer needed and handing her a container of military grade medi-gel. "We managed to stop the bleeding, tend to some of the major injuries, and close all external wounds. We have done all we can for him at the moment, he will need to be moved to an actual medical bay before the more extensive and delicate surgeries can be performed."

The C-Sec officer that had been helping her tend to the severely injured human ambassador, motioned with her left at a new comer, joining by their side, producing a hard-light shield that gave them suitable cover. After the man had introduced himself, Andromedai would do the same, using the shield to take quick shots at the hostiles who were now focusing all fire upon the remaining ambassadors. "Andromedai Morgenstern, Spectre with N7 training. Glad to see another N7 around here. As for a hidden exit, I am unfortunately unaware of any." Leaning out of cover once more, Andromedai fired at a new group of insurrectionists who had appeared. There was a blur of movement out the corner of her eye as she fired. Someone or something was moving quickly to the door that was the only way in and out of the chamber for the civilians. Her HUD informed her that this figure was no other than the female Turian, Alria. It was clearly obvious that Alira was going to try and open the doors, and Andromedai quickly opened her com to give orders. "Alira, I am at your south-eastern position, next to the councilors. I'm going to toss something your way to help you get through that door." Reaching into her pack, she produced a rolled strip of high-explosives before tossing them in her direction. "Apply the strip of explosives from the door, move back a bit then detonate them with your omni-tool. Have fun and try not to blow yourself up."

Meanwhile, Aviza was receiving information from C-Sec that a large unidentified ship had latched onto the outside of the dome, and that this was the source of where the hostiles were coming from. "The citadels defenses are constantly shelling the ship at the moment, it is only a matter of time before it is destroyed." The voice of the C-Sec officer was coming through her com clearly without any static or interruptions. Aviza quickly chimed back, "If the explosion is strong enough, it could make the situation in here much worse." There was no time for a reply, a blinding white flash filled every inch of the inside of the dome. Lingering partial-blindness would effect those who had been using low-light visual enhancements, but the effects of the explosion would quickly fade away. The hole in the ceiling of the dome where the hostiles were entering had merged with some of the debris of the ship, creating a momentary fix to the hole that had appeared from the hostiles unannounced arrival.

"The unannounced visitors wont be returning through that way." said Aviza to herself, looking at what had happened through her high-powered scope. She now spoke into her open security channel so all those upon the security team could hear her. "This is Overwatch, the explosion was the insurrectionists ship being obliterated by the Citadels defenses. The hole that had been made for their entry into the dome has been sealed, they wont be coming back anytime soon." Using her scope to scan the room, she noticed a few peculiar events happening. Some of the civilians were picking up weapons from the dead and shooting at the remaining insurrectionists. There were very few left and it seemed the battle would come to an end shortly. Along side this was the incapacitated insurrectionist that a Geth was carrying over his shoulder. The gunshots came to an abrupt halt as the last of the hostiles were gunned down by either security team members or the bold civilians who were doing their part to help. "Hows that door coming along Alira? We need it open immediately." asked Aviza, using her jump-pack to gracefully land upon the marble look alike floor below her feet.

Things had, predictably, gone from merely expecting things to go wrong to having gone completely wrong in a rather abrupt turn of events. The cut power was an attempt to disoreintate and distract from the primary assault, and while he had not been close enough to hear the sound of the canisters hit, Fauus could guess at the fact gas grenades were being employed when the order for filters on came across. Starting to scan higher up, he noted the hostile assault troops dropping in via jump jets instead of rappelling in or something more civilized. It would work well enough against anyone who couldn't aim worth a damn, as it was said, but as the Turian Spectre was quick to prove, a sharp shot could make short work of the exposed assaulting forces all the same as if they were roping in with a far less dramatic approach. That, and roping in would not have been nearly as easy to spot, considering the current lighting conditions. The roar of an anti material rifle, from the sounds of it, was attention grabbing. Affixing the scope to his own sniper rifle, some would deride for being merely a M-97, he began sweeping. From the sounds of it, it had been using explosive ammunition, which meant shock value as much as actually doing damage. The sniper responsible for wounding the VIP was already dead, but it was unlikely there was only one sniper.

The venue and current closed in location would make for easy pickings for multiple snipers. Instead of adding sniper fire on top of the already considerable amount of firepower being thrown towards the incoming hostiles, and giving himself away, he instead kept sweeping for trouble. Sure enough, near the hole, his enhanced scope picked up movement, and after spotting the blackened barrel of the Widow variant, Black Widow, he put several shots in rapid succession into the gap. Unlike the explosive, messy result of the Widow being employed by the Turian Spectre, the only indication that anything had happened to the second sniper was the fact the hostile sniper's rifle sliding forward and tumbling downwards. "Focusing attention towards preventing any further sniper activity. Second sniper down, continuing to monitor for further attempts by hostiles."

Fauus kept sweeping, firing another series of shots before ducking down and changing out thermal clips, which was fortunate since his timing coincided with the sudden flash that announced that the Citadel's defenses had blown the assailaint's ship apart. According to the report, the hole was temporarily blocked as well. Resuming his overwatch, he noted that overzealous citizens were joining in as well, opening fire with seized weapons, and he had to wonder how that would complicate identifying some of these terrorists if their weapon's had been cross contaminated, handling wise, by good Samaritans. Even so, the shooting and violence died down, and from what he could tell, there was no further movement or activity in the levels around where the hole had been created. "No further movement detected, maintaining overwatch until evacuation complete."

At this point, Fauus was mostly thinking to himself how much of a field day the press was going to have with this. Civilian casualties, the human ambassador crippled, a vessel getting close enough to actually enable all of this, access to the power grid to drop the lights, and that was just the obvious things. Sure, the vessel may be dead, as are the assailents, but the odds were very much that this was as much a stunt to prove a point, not necessarily maximize physical damage. They would have to wait and see though, though Fauus kept silent on his thoughts for now. Doubly so on an open channel.

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Alria was navigating through the crowd, looking to place herself at a much closer distance to the door before any more hostiles made their presence known. At a glance though she was almost to the door and ready to take actions to remove the obstacle from her path and set everybody free to evacuate. That was when her comms came to life and she heard her name ring through the speakers, proclaiming that she had support and explosives on the way. Turning to face the indicated direction that Andromedai gave to see the belt cascade through the air and hit the ground with a solid thunk, sliding from that point on towards her position. It took a little detour but she made it in order to slide down on her knees to sweep up the belt and hold on tight for her pop up and continued run back towards the door.

Carrying on towards the door she encountered another obstacle, a collection of troops had seen Alria running towards the door and started to open fire at range. banking right she dove for cover behind a collection of upturned tables and counters. Safe from there fire he peeked her head out and just barely managed to pull it back before a round snapped into the metal table. She was effectively pinned and wasn't going anywhere without help. Though in that moment luck struck and fire was returned to the hostiles by a patrol of C-SEC troops, taking their fire and giving her an opening.

Running from behind cover she diverted to the group of hostiles and closed the distance without firing, instead holding up her arms and arming her Nightshade Blades. Activating them when in range and unleashing a volley of sharp blades to dig into her targets, hitting true and taking 3 out in one rush. From there she pulled up her pistol and fired a collection of 4 shots to take down another. Helping to thin their ranks she diverted again to continue on her way to the door.

That was when she finally reached her target and ran up, placing her hands up to catch herself on the jammed door. Looking around it for weak points she made note of the seal and how where the two doors met would be the most weak point. Pulling out the strip of explosives she unrolled it and pressed the belt against the door, making sure they had a good seal and where in perfect place. Then she brought up her omni-tool and started the sync process which didn't take to long thankfully. Keying on over the net she said for all friendlies to hear, "This is Angel, explosive on door at set, prepare for blast." Turning her back to the door and observing her surroundings she saw a good safe place to detonate, heading there with a quickness and diving behind cover with a tumble. From there she ducked down her head and activated the detonation sequence which gave a 5 second timer before a resounding boom echoed through the halls. Kicking up a fair bit of dust and letting it pass through the air to fog things up a bit. At least it wasn't the tear gas though.

Waiting just a few moments she let the dust settle and residual debris to fade away before she peeked her head up to see a healthy sized hole where there used to be a door. Heading out once again she activated the speakers on her helmet to broadcast her voice. "Door is open! Secure the exit and start funneling people out!" Heading to take cover using a scrap hunk of the door and take aim with her pistol to cover incoming friendlies.