A/N: It's in first person because Kira Shepard is my character. :3 And to those who have read my other stories and are wondering why the hell am I not writing chapters for them...its because I'm having hard time writing about that topic... haha. Anyway. Enjoy!

I woke up in cold sweat, that was all over my body. The sheets of my bed where messed up and tangled around my legs. One of my pillows were on the ground all torn up. I woke up with the same god damn nightmare that I've been having for the past three weeks.

"Shepard, you are wanted in the briefing room." EDI said over the intercom. Ever since Joker programed her to control the ship after the so lovely meeting with the freaking reapers, she doesn't pop up in my room. Which is a good thing, especially if you have a certain Drell in your room...

"I'll be down in a few..." I put my left arm over my eyes and groaned. I haven't been able to get good enough hours of sleep since my nightmares started.

I finally kicked myself out of my bed and got out of my silk shorts and tanktop pajamas. I got into my nice, comfy CEBERUS clothing...Before leaving I fed my fish -these were my 4th bunch of fish that I bought...I kept on forgetting to feed them after missions... my space hamster named Arugula, and my lovely new kitten named Da Vinci, that Kasumi had gotten me for my birthday. Where and how she got it? I didn't bother asking.

By the time I got to the hallway of the briefing room, I could hear yelling. Jack's voice was the loudest of all the others. I put my forefingers on my temple and began to rub them. I couldn't understand what they were yelling about, but all I knew was that Jack was yelling at Miranda. They always do.

"Uh... Commander? I think you should intervene before anyone gets hurt." Joker said through the intercom. Although he did have a point, I was just not in the mood to be settling any disputes.

I sighed aggravated and entered the briefing room. I quickly ducked as a chair was bioticly thrown at my head.

"What the HELL is going on in here?"

No answer. All I got were mixed of stares and mouths open. I folded my arms on my chest and gave everyone a disgusted look. They all now know that they just pissed off the commander. Their just lucky that I didn't have my pistol on me.

"I understand why there would be some tension before the god damn 'suicide' mission, but throwing things? I thought I recruited mature adults. Not immature teen agers!"

"...well the cheerleader started it." Jack mumbled.

"I don't give a damn who started it Jack! Whatever your arguing about ends now! I let out a heavy sigh. "Now get back to your stations..."

"Yes, commander" Everyone said and left the briefing room.

"Commander, the Illusive Man would like to have a word with you." EDI said popping up in front of me.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me..."

"No, I am not kidding."

"It was rhetorical..."

"Oh."

the briefing table went down, and I went in the middle, and what I like to call...digitalized.

"What do you want?" I asked angrily. I didn't...wait never mind. I did. I hated this guy.
"Well hello to you too." I rolled my eyes. "I've got something that I would like you and your team to check out."

"What is it?"

"Not sure."

"So, wait... let me get this straight. You want me to go find something that your not even sure what it is?"

"Yes, but we recently got a distress call of survivors of a ship that was supposed to have held no survivors at all."

"You lost me."

The Illusive Man inhaled and exhaled a puff of smoke. "The survivors are on the same planet, that I would like for you and your team to check out. So I want you to help the survivors and check out the planet to see if you find anything...interesting. I've already gave Mr. Monroe, the coordinates.

"Let me guess. Your not going to take 'no' for an answer are you?"

The Illusive Man smiled and then he was gone. I was by myself once again. I groaned and exited the briefing room.

"Joker, head to the coordinates that, that asshole gave you..."

"Aye, aye commander."

A/N: In my opinion Chapter two is more funny. But eh whatever...I have a tendency to write sad stories. :( REVIEW PLEASE!