Arrival
6 months of lockdown had passed about a week and a half ago. Nothing had moved. Shepard still found herself in the detention centre. Politics really pissed Shepard off. They debated and argued for 6 months already and made no progress.
It was early afternoon. Shepard had read reports for the past hour. She found herself distracted by a young boy playing on a rooftop garden. The way he played with his toy ship was adorable and Shepard couldn't stop herself from smiling.
Unsuspectingly, she heard her door open. Standing there was James, her guard who she'd gotten to know quite well since being put in lockup.
"Commander" he saluted.
"You're not supposed to call me that anymore James" Shepard reminded him.
"Not supposed to salute you either. We gotta go the defense committee wants to see you" James said.
The committee wanted to see her? This sparked Shepard's attention. Were they finally taking action? Or worse. Were the Reapers about to arrive?