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Quote: “We just killed a Reaper.”
Garrus' mandibles twitch as he says those words. Next to him,
Kaidan Alenko nods, rolling his neck.
“Hells yes.”
Next to Kaidan, Ash Williams sways back and forth on her heels, and
claps her hands together.
“Few more and we're done.”
The three stand outside the main airlock. Purple light from Widow
filters through the artificial atmosphere and UV screens surrounding
the dock, peaking through the arms of the Citadel. Not five minutes
after docking, a human admiral with a stick up his ass that would
make a turian proud appeared and demanded to make an inspection.
“What do you think?” Ash asks, “Think he'll snap at the Krogan
squatting in the shuttle bay, or the two dozen quarian marines doing
chinups in engineering?”
“I'm going to guess,” Kaidan says, tilting his head, “The
drell with the weird plastic surgery. And the other drell following
him around.”
Garrus twitches his mandibles.
“I'm guessing he'll ask where the Mako went off to.”
Kaidan shudders. Ash grins.
“Ten-hut!”
Kaidan and Ash straighten up. Following their cue, even though he
technically outranks them, Garrus does as well. Boots on metal, and
walking down the walkway comes someone in the uniform blues of an
alliance officer.
Red hair cut to above her shoulder, some gray in it. Green eyes,
crows feet faint and smile lines at the corners of her mouth. Her
face, otherwise, is the same as her daughter's. Strong, classy, an
almost ever present smirk pulling at the right side of her lips.
If David Anderson were made the first human Spectre, it was more or
less accepted that Hannah Shepard would be the captain of the ship
that would take him from world to world. The years have been kind to
her. As loose as her blues are, she doesn't have the paunch, doesn't
have sag a woman her age would be entitled to. This, at least, is
what Garrus muses. But he knows Chloe and Jane would kill him for
continuing this line of thought.
For different reasons.
“At ease,” she says, the three relaxing, “Alenko. Williams.
Where's the CO?”
“Rear Admiral Mikhailovich has requested an inspection tour of the
Normandy, Ma'am!” Ash responds, “Commander Shepard is escorting
him.”
Hannah nods, fixing the cap on her head.
“...quarians? What is a company of quarian marines doing onboard
the Normandy?”
The airlock opens. The unshaven, dress uniformed man locks eyes
with newest arrival. Rolling her eyes, Jane Shepard clicks her heels
and salutes her mother.
“Admiral,” Hannar says, saluting, “Sorry to interrupt. Orders
from brass. I need the Commander, now.”
Admiral Peter Mikhailovich salutes, and nods.
“Understood. As you were.”
And he walks off, muttering. Shoulders slumping, Jane shakes her
head, nodding to her officers and VIP, before turning back to Hannah.
And spotting the gold pips on her collar.
“Captain pips?”
“Farragut's being promoted upstairs,” Hannah responds, “I'm
now the CO of the SSV Kilimanjaro. And on order of Admiral Hackett
and Ambassador Udina, your ride until the Normandy's patched up.”