2189 CE Alliance Storage Facility Alpha March 9th3 years after Reaper War
It had been three years since the war with the reapers, three years since the disappearance of Shepard and the galaxy was still cleaning up. Franklin Jones worked for the newly formed "Alliance recovery unit"
The word Alliance was once used as the name for the human military but now was used for every race in the galaxy. A united alliance, a brand new era and he was stuck transporting crates. They had been charged with the safe transportation of the "Leviathan Orbs" he had no idea what they were but they seemed to him like a load of rubbish.
He sighed "When will we do something interesting" he said as he loaded another crate onto the back of a truck.
His friend Lia T'Sari sighed "Our job is to help the galaxy recover, the first step is too clear up all this rubbish" said the Asari as she loaded another crate.
"I know but I thought we would help rebuild colonies, help victims cope with their loss, not moving a load of crystal balls" he lifted the next crate onto the truck "Okay that is it!" the truck drove into the tunnel system linking them to their ship.
An alarm rang throughout the complex "Lunch Break!" he sat down on a couple of crates and opened up his bag.
Lia sighed, it had been a long three years, it seemed like it was just yesterday she had seen the reapers return to dark space. "Hey Frank?" she looked over at him. No reply "Frank?" the man just sat there, his face emotionless "Haha Frank, not funny"
Frank looked up at her and smiled, the crates behind him shon a brilliant blue. Then Frank spoke with a voice that was not his own "We will return from the Darkness"
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Earth, March 12thT'soni apartment
The Shadow Broker sat at her desk as she searched her data-network. She scrolled through the information concerning the storage facility incident "The transportation of a classified cargo? Glyph!"
A small info drone hovered into the room "Yes Dr. T'Soni?"
"Find all information you can on this Cargo"
"Yes Dr. T'Soni"
The Asari sighed taking a sip of her coffee "Yuck!" she spat it out, she forgot it had been sitting there for over twelve hours. She wiped her mouth and walking into her living room. She looked up at the clock "By the goddess, was I really up all night?"
She groaned , Feron had offered to take some of her workload but she had refused "Glyph call Feron" a hologram of the Drell appeared before her.
"Oh hey Liar…I mean Shadow Broker, how may I help you"
"Feron, this workload is driving me insane, can I take you up on your offer"
"Sure, hold on" he tapped a few keys "Done"
Liara had become a very reclusive person since Shepard died. She spent most of her days cataloguing data and drinking cold coffee. Her friends had expressed concern but she convinced them she was fine. It had been ages since she last talked to Garrus, Joker, Tali. She sighed before walking to her bed.
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Earth Outer Atmosphere, Destiny Ascension March 12th
Admiral Hackett's checked the reports, a scouting party had gone missing in the Psi Tophet system an hour ago and their last transmission was too static filled to hear anything. "Admiral Hackett sir" said a young woman knocking on the door.
"Yes?"
"You will want to see this"
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In the Holo-Room a cluster of people watched a transmission from the lost ship. A deep voice filled the room "The sea is our home but the land is yours. We will help you recover from our creations destruction. You will serve us or perish" the video then showed a countdown timer "3 days, 7 Hours, 4 Minutes"
"What does this mean?" said one of the fellow admiral's
Hackett sighed "Another War"