Prologue: It Looks Bad
Admiral's Log. Name: David Anderson. As I looked up at the Normandy, the SSV Normandy SR-2 to be exact, seeing it disappear into the atmosphere, I should have felt hope. Hope that Commander Shepard was going to save us all. That the Commander was going to rally every species in the galaxy to help us in this fight. But the feeling I have inside me right now is not hope. I feel nothing but dread and despair.
How could we have prepared for something like this? If I would've known what awaited Shepard and I in Vancouver today, I would have been there sooner. I would have contacted the Commander sooner. If I would have only known…
So, what now? Commander Shepard is gone. The Reapers are laying siege to the entire planet. Earth is falling, and falling fast. I'll be honest, it looks bad. But I'm willing to bet that there are plenty of Alliance personnel, as well as plenty of civilians who will refuse to lay down and die.
I'm certainly not going down without a fight. It's time that I stop with this poor-me bullshit. I got a job to do. We all do. If this is Humanity's last stand, then we're going to leave a lasting impression on the Reapers. Anderson Out.
