Mission : START!
I have the military in my blood. It courses deep through my veins. Child of Alliance parents, my mobile home was the tin walls to whichever Alliance vessel or pit-stop my folks were assigned.
I followed in my parents footsteps at the age of eighteen, enlisting in the Alliance military. It was the only life I had known, and so it would continue.
Throughout my career I've had family and friends, colleagues and rivals come and go. I held them all at varying distances. Emotions can only lead to trouble. I'm not that man.
Oft described as cold, calculating, brutal, even. I suffer no fools, and have only ever had one clear goal: GET THE JOB DONE.
I care not for others' opinions of me. I am the best in the Alliance. Heck, I'm the best in the galaxy. That's why the military always come to me first.
Specialising in technological espionage, give me a terminal, datapad or security system, and I'll tear through it before you can whisper: "decrypt".
Come at me with energised shields or high-voltage weaponry, and you better be prepared to be burned. I'm not all nasty, though. As much as my engineering skills can be used for attack, my medical skills come to the fore when my squad sustain injuries.
Weapon of choice: a pistol. Easy to conceal, precise, and nimble to carry. Get to close, and you may just feel it stun the back of your head.
So that's me. Commander Loxy Shepard. About to head out on the SSV Normandy, in employ of the Alliance, led by the enigmatic Captain David Anderson.
Our mission takes us to Eden Prime. A shakedown trip, for all intents and purposes. At least, that's what we're being led to believe.
The funny thing about it: a special guest along for the trip. Nihlus Kryik, a Council SpecTRe has come along for the escapade.
The Council don't tend to send their SpecTRe's for run-of-the-mill excursions like this.












