@milwyr
Shannon takes her time walking down the docks, looking for her new posting. She’d been so thrilled to be sent to the Normandy. The idea of working on the famed Alliance cruiser would cause a swell of pride in the chest of any marine. The fact that Hackett thought she’d be more useful on the ship and not in the Fifth Fleet had at first felt disappointing. But now, remembering its crew and it’s range of missions... It’s more like a gift.
That, and she’d be working under the Commander Shepard.
There had been some confusion, coming from the shared name and ranked. But the Savior of the Citadel had been Jules Shepard. A woman Shannon has admired for a long time. The kind of woman Shannon could hope to be. While the thought of being further compared to the Commander makes her more nervous than she’d like to admit, the thought of being a part of her crew excites her more.
She wonders who she’ll meet first, her mind going over every possibility and outcome as she finally reaches the cruiser in question. She’s... more beautiful than any vid could make her out to be. So distracted is Shannon by the sight of the Normandy, that she doesn’t see the woman she collides with until it’s far too late.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” Shannon gasps bending to pick up the datapads the other woman had dropped. “I should have been looking, I was just...” She trails off once her eyes fall on the other woman’s face. Oh, no. Commander Shepard. She hands over the datapads, doing her level best to seem more put together to Jules. “I was admiring your ship, ma’am. I’m... I’m the new transfer. Shannon Shepard, ma’am.” She’d never live this down.
