-Prologue-
Ever since Commander John Shepard stepped on board the new Normandy, he felt haunted by a ghost of his past. Someone he would never be able to forget; a young field doctor named Anne McKenna. John felt her presence on deck and would go so far as to believe he saw her looming in the corridors, but if he pursued, she vanished into the corners, through the smoke, into thin air.
While in the Combat Information Center, looking at his messages in a private terminal, he pulled a battle mangled photo out of his pocket. The last shred of evidence anyone had to prove she ever existed was a torn, folded picture of "Mac" [as the crew called her] at her twentieth birthday, after her official appointment to the Normandy. John took the time to lament for his fallen comrade before plotting a course to Omega in an effort to recruit members of a team that would follow him into the biggest battle of their lifetime; even bigger than the Battle of the Citadel, where he lost McKenna.
"I miss Mac, too, Commander," Joker said walking up to helm control, "Perhaps we should have named this ship after her."
"No. She wouldn't want that. McKenna would've wanted it to remain the Normandy," John said refolding the picture putting it back in his pocket.
"Aye, aye," the pilot said taking the Normandy out of the Cerberus command station dock with a course laid in for Omega.
"EDI, assemble the team when we reach Omega." Shepard said walking to the elevator to enjoy the only spare time he's gotten since he was enlisted in Cerberus ranks in his quarters on the way there.
The door slid open and John walked into his quarters and straight to his closet hub to ready his armor ready for the mission. Rubbing his face, he turned and made himself a drink in a vain attempt to "relax".
"So we're going to Omega to pick up the professor and a Robin Hood act named Archangel. Sounds fun."
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