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- Great magnetic clamps flash, disengage, and lift from the swept back hull of the SSV Normandy. Prismatic engines glow, carrying the frigate forward- out of the docks and towards the ether and the mission at hand. Light plays over the hull- elerium technology giving it the hue of a diamond soaring through space, all at the deft controls of the most skilled pilots in the Alliance.
- Standing at the galaxy map, Jane taps in the destination on the free-floating, orange keypad in front of her. “Okay, Joker. Take us out. We're heading to the-”
- And then her omnitool beeps. She looks down at it. At the message displayed on it.
- “Fuck.”
- A screen with Joker's face on it pops up on her right. “Who'd we forget?”
- “We forgot Vasir,” she says, and rubs the bridge of her nose, “Right, prep a shuttle.”
- Joker raises a finger. “I got this.”
- The Normandy comes to a swift, gentle stop.
- “Backing it up?” she asks.
- “Backing it up.”
- The prismatic glow of the engines fade, and the lights along the bow and neck of the frigate glow bright. The Normandy slides back, faint adjustments in angle, a complete reversal of its course with the soft touch no VI or AI can provide, until the Normandy reverses back into the docking berth it once occupied. On the platform, watching the frigate back up into its previous position, the asari whistles.
- As the clamps come back down onto the ship and the airlock extends, Tela Vasir picks up her duffle.
- “Yeah, I am hiring him the moment he's free,” she says, and walks through.
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