Matriarch Phaeldra D'aris
Asari rep and element zero tycoon.
Commandos: Zelmea & Shagaly
Note: Assertive. Inquisitive. Gluttonous.

Ravanor Nura:F
Krogan mining company executive
Guards: Hirk:M & Vrax:M
Note: Calm. Protective. Bostfull.

Evast raun:M
Volus import & export specialist
Eclipse Mercenaries: Alexi:F (Human) & Ulum:M (Salarian)
Note: Negotiable. 'Friendly'. Easily bored.

Dyeppa:F
Elcor shipping company
Droids: 4 Loki mechs
Note: Quick witted (for an Elcor).

Zun'Zoll vas Nadir: M
Quarian lead engineer
Flotilla Marines: Nera'Horul:F & Kal'Reegar:M
Note: Enthusiastic. Good foresight. Disciplined.

Nardar Julon:M
Salarian xeno-scientist Professor
Researchers: Senok:M & Gaelis:M
Note: Thorough. Insightful. Excited

Kalius Gaition:M
Turian defense expert
Hierarchy Officers: Surcus:M & Bellso:F
Note: Decisive. Grim. Sunny.

Armelsta & Erane Yeul:F
Hanar art producer and Drell artist
Droid: 1 Ymir mech
Note: Understanding. Quiet.

Iroth Drog'nenrek:M
Batarian labor commissioner with Vorcha labourers
Vorcha: 1:M, 2:M, 3:F & 4:M
Note: Nonchalant.

Miranda Lawson:F
Hexogen public relations executive
Systems Alliance soldiers: Shore:F, Burkett:M & Mezner:M
Note: Chaste. Prepared. Handsy. Alert.

"Damn it EDI!" Miranda yelled at the blue pawn shaped hologram protruding from a datapad in what was thankfully still her quarters. "What the hell were you thinking?"

"I'm not sure I understand your question Ms. Lawson." The AI's true identity had been kept secret from the crew. Disguised as a highly advanced VI matrix, of Hexogen's proprietary design of course. If she manages to impress the representatives, duplicates of her may be installed everything from a simple cargo ship to Turian Deadnauts. All of which could be remotely controlled from one of the many Cerberus bases; just a few commands and nearly any naval conflict the human centric organization took part in would turn out in their favor.

"Chaste! You labelled me as chaste.

"You tasked me with your filling out the remainder of your persona's personal files."

"I wanted you to make me look good not like a prude."

"Most galactic cultures consider entering into voluntary chastity as a virtuous act."

"I was thinking more along the lines of working at a Turian soup kitchen on the holidays!"

"Turians do not eat soup."

"Why did you put something so ridiculous?"

"Your specifications were to 'think outside the box' and I did."

"You went way too far."

"Incorrect Ms. Lawson. I utilized the same level of creative thinking as the last time I was given those parameters."

"That was a combat simulation with randomized enemies."

"The result of which you deemed perfect."

"Liar! You did this on purpose."

"As a VI matrix I am not programmed to generate false data."

Miranda knew EDI was screwing with her. It had treated the operative like this since she fired a computer technician that began anthropomorphizing the AI; referring to it as 'her'. Even spending his lunch breaks conversing with the construct. This was against policy and potentially catastrophic. If people saw ECI as an individual, it would likely do the same.

The woman massaged her temples to fight back the oncoming headache.

"Would you like me to page Dr. Chakwas?"

Miranda flipped the datapad over, smushing the hologram. The Cerberus agent's previous assignment had been to weed out some undesirable elements among the filth and rabble of Omega. Seven and a half weeks spent without so much as a date. This was unusual for the genetic marvel. No woman in her right mind would bed any man on that station; places like that were filled with thieves, murderers and worse. Of course she had stupidly refrained from using her three days on the Citadel fulfill that desire. After all she would be spending the missions five months aboard the Normandy; a ship filled with the finest fittest men the Alliance had to offer. She'd be like a kid in a candy store. Now she had to maintain her dry spell to prevent raising suspicions of the crew and any espionage agents that were no doubt watching.

"I can still see you Ms. Lawson." EDI jidded from the ceiling.

Miranda's biotics flared as she crushed the hidden recording device above her before plopping down on the bed.

"Ouch. Bloody hell girl get a hold of yourself. Headache and biotics do not mix." The emotionally exhausted woman laid down under her covers and tried to sleep. She hoped that the rest of the trip would be less stressful.