(A few short chapters to get some ideas out of my head. Feel free to adopt or use, just send me a link to your fic.)
I'll try my best to describe the new race and crew members as I would like them to look in a dossier style. Femshep will be left vague. As a man with sadly little experience with women I will try my best to make her realistic.
Shep jogged along the presidium like any other day, but today she had a partner. David Andersen had to her amazement managed to keep up. The veteran moved himself with a practiced ease born of a military life.
"I know this isn't the type of mission you want, but it's very important for the Council to have someone as decorated as you leading the escort." The older man managed to say in between huffs.
"Then why not send you?" Shep was now jogging backwards; half to show respect to her once superior and half to mock him.
Rounding the bend Anderson rolled his eyes at her antics "I would take your place if I could, but Udina and the rest want a human that has more exposure than a first contact vet. Besides you know we can't just send you off in to the traverse hunting God knows what."
Shep couldn't argue with that as much as she hated it the woman was only allowed light duty by the Specter medical officer. "I understand sir. I just want to get back to the way things were. Minus the killer spaceships."
"Well that's one thing I can help you with. Follow me marine." Anderson passed the N7 and headed for the Citadel tower. Once inside the elevator he presented his security tags. "Alliance Admiral David Anderson." A beam scanned the tags and his face before the standard floor numbers gain a few additional choices. Pressing the lowest level he glanced over at her noticing a look of envy. "Perks of authority. Maybe you should try for the captain's exam and see what other little trinkets we get."
"No thank you. I got more done alone as a spectre then I ever did in the alliance military." While the Council was annoying it was far better than having to deal with red tape.
A soft ding signalled their stop. Doors opened to a long hall that the humans continued down.
"That's your problem Shepherd. You weren't alone." Anderson shook his head. "You had a squad a damn good one at that, but you treated them like grunts at boot camp. None of them returned my calls when I was tasked with setting up a crew for this mission."
Shep was quiet for a moment remembering the group she had come to see as family. None of whom seemed to feel the same. "I just wanted to be a good leader." The woman had to look away and dry her eyes.
"You were an amazing leader. The problem was that's all you were." The admiral put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Did you ever talk to them? Try and get to know them outside of tactics or strategy?"
"I... no sir." Shep was an excellent marine. However when it came to anything not in her wheelhouse she was essentially inept. "I'm really bad at small talk, or any talk for that matter."
Anderson felt sorry for the young woman. Shepherd came from a distinguished military family; fourth generation. Perhaps she didn't know how to think any other way. "Well this time around maybe read the crew files and ask a few questions. It'll be easy; you're working with dignitaries and ambassadors this time around. They love talking about themselves."
The two shared a chuckle.
"Just a little further."
Shep marched instep behind her mentor. Passed a gate and onto the catwalk of a large hanger. In the distance she could see a familiar silhouette. "Destiny Ascension?" a good bit closer was the new Turian flagship Roaring Blade. Noticing her friend facing the other way she turned around. The woman was struck speechless. The Normandy bigger and better than ever before.