The warm breeze brushed across the open fields of tall grass and corn stalks, the little white tufts from the dandelions fluttered over her head. As Jett laid along the hillside, watching the gray clouds that covered the sky slowly drift, her thoughts wandered back to the previous night. Her father, standing in the doorway to her room, told her that she was to be shipped out to the Citadel to meet with his N7 recruiter buddies the next day. She had never been in outer space, it's not like she never had the chance to, just never the want or need to go.
A moth flitted across her view of the clouds, bringing her out of her thoughts and back to the gray clouds she was going to miss so much. Jett should have paid attention to them more while she was there, who knows when she would see them again. She propped herself up on her elbows to view the rest of her family's farm, the old farmhouse that sat across from the barn that housed the cows, chickens, and goats. It was so peaceful. The time Jett got to spend there was her favorite; collecting eggs and chasing chickens, ahem, getting chased by chickens. Drinking on the porch swing with her dad when he was home on leave from Alliance, and riding horses to the lake with her mom. Those were the things Jett didn't want to give up for the military, that's why she begged to be stationed so close to home much to her father's disappointment. He would have rather had Jett at his side in the Alliance and fighting by his side as his number two, his prodigal daughter.
"Jett!" her mother called out from the front porch of the farmhouse. "Come in and have breakfast before you leave!"
Ah, hot coffee and homemade pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Something Jett knew she wouldn't have for a while, so she stood up from her spot on the grass and dusted off her joggers. The wind called to her to look up once more, to embrace the cool breeze and soft movement of the fluffy clouds, to memorize the feeling of being there in that moment.
"Jett Winifred Walker!"
Oh shit, not the full government name, Jett scrambled down the hill, though her foot was caught in a dip along the way, causing her to stumble the rest of the way down the hill.
"Are you ok, honey?" her mom called out. As such a caring mother she is, having seen her kids take tumbles like this before, didn't move from her spot on the porch.
"Fine!" Jett laid back down in the dirt and gravel at the bottom of the hill. "I'm fine. Just dandy."
"Then quit messing around and get your butt in here." she snipped while wiping her hands off on her apron and walked back into the house.
To leave this behind, Jett pulled herself up once more and gazed around the grounds as she headed toward the front door. Is an awfully big ask. What could I possibly offer N7 that's more important than doing my job here on Earth?
Her father's stern face flashed in her mind after she asked that exact question to him the night before.
"Every Walker has gone through N7, all of your brothers have, you will be no different." he said. "And it's not like I had to pull any strings to get the offer for you, they already had their eyes on you which is more promising than I can say for your brothers. You will do great things for humanity. You were meant for this."
"Was I though?" Jett murmured under her breath as she closed the farmhouse door behind her.