POP!

Went Jane's toast, as it jumped up out the toaster, smoke rolling off the burned bread.

Shit... I swear this piece of Junk never does it right. The young woman thought to herself, as she grabbed the singular piece of what remained of her breakfast. She quickly put the slice in her mouth, eating it in a couple of seconds.

As soon as she had finished, she left the kitchen area, and entered the lounge, where an older, dark skinned man was sat on the couch. He had short cropped hair and a clean shaven face. He was reading something from a data pad.

His name was David Anderson.

David looked up as she entered, and smiled at her.

"From the smell, I'm guessing you burnt the toast again, huh?"

I burnt it!? She pointed an excusing finger at him "I'll have you know, uncle, that it's your toaster that burns it. Not me!" She berated the man.

"That so?" He said. "But how come for me, it works just fine?" He gestured towards the coffee table in front of him, where, on a plate, was a perfectly toasted piece of bread, glossy with melted butter.

Dammit."I'm cursed..." She mumbled.

He laughed at her obvious misery. "You're cruel uncle Andy. Real cruel." She muttered.

Outside, shuttles zipped past the giant windows that encompassed most of the apartment, showing off all the shops and signs, each emitting a different glow of neon. Normally the noise would be nigh on unbearable, but the windows cancelled nearly all sound coming from outside, so all that could be heard was an almost inaudible roar.

Taking a seat beside him, she grabbed the piece of toast from his plate, and thinking he couldn't see her, as he was reading something on the aforementioned data pad, she stuck her tongue out at him.

"Sometimes I wonder if you'll ever grow up,child. You're 22 now, and I would of thought you'd have grown out of that by now." Anderson muttered.

Surprised, Jane almost jumped, as she really wasn't expecting him to notice. Instead she responded with "Wow. Now you're just being mean, old man." Anderson continued to read his data pad, and Jane seeing as he wasn't going to respond without further prompting, ate in relative silence.

As she finished eating, she took a glimpse at the data pad Anderson was holding.

"Good news?" She finally asked, with a hint of hope in her tone. It felt like there hadn't been anything resembling good news for weeks.

"I suppose you could say that. It seems that we finally managed to push most of the Batarian raiders out of the Exodus Cluster. Though there are still reports of small raids every now and then." He told her.

"I can't believe the council won't help drive them off. I mean, come on... We're they're allies for god's sake..."

"It's a human problem, according to them. I imagine they don't want to be seen playing favourites."

Jane sighed heavily in exasperation, throwing her head exaggeratedly backwards into the sofa. "God, I hate politics."

"Join the club." Anderson murmured, still slightly distracted by the rest of the reports on the data pad.

Taking a look at her watch, Jane noticed that it was rapidly approaching eight o'clock. "Shit, I need to get dressed for work. I'll be back in a min."

He glanced up at her, but Jane had already jogged up the stairs behind him.


As the young woman left, Anderson couldn't help but feel a little pang of guilt in his chest. He hated lying at the best of times, especially to her, but the information in front of him was highly confidential, with less then a dozen people in the Alliance having access to it.

It was the list of potential human Spectres.

Anderson scrolled down the list once again. There was roughly two dozen names written, painstakingly chosen from thousands of candidates. It had taken weeks for him and a select few others, including Admiral Hacket and Admiral Singh who were two of the highest decorated members of the Alliance navy, to single out exceptional individuals. Which had not proven to be an easy task.

Every single person on that first list was noteworthy. Every person who was even considered at one point to be a spectre was an excellent soldier.

But a spectre wasn't just a soldier. It's someone who could lead others, from the front lines and the shadows. It was someone who was physically and mentally exemplary.

They were people who could both inspire hope, and instill fear. They could turn the impossible possible, and make the extraordinary seem normal.

They were the best the galaxy had to offer.

But he kept coming back to one name. A name that simultaneously gave him a sense of dread and pride.

-John Shepard


Jane finished brushing her teeth, and spat out toothpaste into the basin, and looked into the mirror. Ignoring .I've really changed over the past few years huh..

She had gone from having long, flowing hair which she had often dyed different colours when she younger, to short hair that barely reached the bottom of head, and she had returned to her natural hair colour of brown three years prior.

She was often told that she was attractive, though she herself never really thought so. It wasn't that she disliked how she looked, she just thought herself as quite... Ordinary. She looked quite similar to her brother, though they both liked to claim differently.

Looking from her face, she moved her eyes down further to her body. She had all ready triple checked her uniform for any creases or stains, but it never hurt to make sure right?

Her uniform was pretty basic. It was fairly similar to standard issue military fatigues in appearance. The most noticeable difference being the colouration. Instead of different shades of grey and silver, it was almost entirely black and grey, with blue stripes trailing down the shoulders and arms. The stomach area was grey, whereas the chest was black.

After all, C-Sec isn't all that different from the military, is it? Though I'm sure John would tell me the opposite. Actually, I'm pretty sure he'd say the opposite on just about anything if it would annoy me

Just thinking about her big brother brought a small smile to her face. I wonder how he's doing? Probably

As she left her bathroom, her omni tool beeped, signalling a that she had a new message. Before she had even opened it, she could already guess who it was from. Her partner.

G-Rise and shine. You ready?

J-Good morning. And yeah.

G-Thanks, you too. I'm waiting downstairs, bottom of the elevators.

J-Okay,See you in five.

G-Five? That's quick for you.

J-Shove it V

G-How very polite. Not like you at all.

With an even wider smile, and a shake of her head , Jane walker out her room into the hall and went left leading into the study. She passed through and went out onto the balcony that overlooked the bottom floor of her home.

She lent over the rail, to see that Anderson had already left. Weird. He didn't say he was leaving yet. Probably has to go oversee that secret project of his.

And with a shrug she went down the stairs and left through the front door.


PS: The apartment is the same from the Citadel dlc