L'Aube a sauté dans le système Utopia, et a dériver gracieusement vers Arcadia. C'est une coque blanche et cramoisi qui traverse la mer Noire.
Armée et blindée, Kaelyn a hurlé sur son équipe et s'est dirigée vers le pont. Le capitaine Maurrinus venait de terminer sur la communication. Il ne s'est pas tourné vers elle quand elle est entrée, et son copilote, Davids, était trop concentré sur quelque chose sur son moniteur. Il a commencé à énumérer des noms; "SSV Pinnacle, SSV Sweeping Cry, SSV Hier -" il a été coupé par Maurrinus, "J'ai la photo, Davids, combien?"
Davids était silencieux pendant une seconde, "16, de taille variable. De la dreadnaught à la cutter."
"Nous devons savoir pourquoi un ennemi enverrait une flotte à Arcadia." Kaelyn a parlé. Maurrinus a ri.
"Ce n'est pas une flotte, Kaelyn. C'est un foutu vaisseau! Un Réaper. J'ai participé à la bataille pour la citadelle, il a fallu les forces combinées de l'Alliance pour la faire tomber. Je ne voulais pas croire le message... Je ne voulais pas croire Shepard quand il l'a dit."
La communication s'est effondrée dans la vie : « Arcadia, c'est Lady Luck, est-ce que quelqu'un m'entend? »
Lady Luck? Elle ne connaissait pas le vaisseau, mais elle connaissait cette voix... "Davids, trouve-nous un lien."
Un autre message est apparu : « C'est une alerte générale à quiconque se dirige vers Arcadia. Un Réaper a touché la planète proprement dite. Aucune idée si d'autres arrivent ou non. Aucune idée si quelqu'un est encore en vie là-bas. Moi et quelques autres navires sommes déjà en route pour la planète, et nous ne sommes pas en mesure de changer de cap à ce moment-ci. Si vous m'entendez, dites-moi ce qui est si important sur cette planète, ou nous courons. Quelqu'un répond, je n'ai pas l'intention de mourir pour rien."
"William, enfoiré. Comment avez-vous eu un bateau? Peu importe, The Every Dawn est dans le système, et nous devons trouver un plan. Peu importe ce qui est si important, si l'amiral Hackett lui-même l'a demandé, ça doit être important. Qui avez-vous avec vous?"
Name: Kaelyn Lansing
Race: Human
Sex: Female
Age: 29
Class: Soldier
Appearance: Heavy armour among the standards of the finest in alliance technology, allowing for freedom of movement and optimal protection. It is painted dark red, though this coat has peeled and come away in places due to advanced wear to reveal a dark grey underlay. It also has a decayed kinetic barrier generator, due to long operation without advanced repair, making it far weaker in the shield department than most other special forces, but most of her work in the Blue Suns was without a kinetic barrier, so she relies much more heavily on raw protection, injury response systems and flat-out toughness to stay in any fight
Shoulder length black hair and blue eyes. She has a scar under her right eye and across her nose, as well as burn mark across her neck
Military Rank: Alliance Privateer
Personality: Out for her crew first, anything is not even secondary in comparison. Short of that, she is often jokey and flirtatious, rarely using her considerable force to achieve what she wants
Background: Colony born in the terminus systems, Kaelyn learnt how to defend herself at an early age from pirates and raiders (or pirate raiders). At the age of 14 her family and her left to return back to safer citadel space, where her parents retired on Illum.
To earn a living, Kaelyn and her brother, Benjamin worked as intel operatives for a local crime lord. Long story short, they got on the wrong side of The Eclipse, which is not a good idea. To escape Illum, an Eclipse stronghold, Kaelyn and Benjamin shipped off to Omega. They worked oddjobs for The Blue Suns before being enrolled as fully fledged mercenaries 2 years later. From the ages of 18 to 23 Kaelyn operated in the Blue Suns, while her brother left to join the Alliance she stayed on. Eventually she was headhunted after a reccomendation by her brother, and was assigned to a privateer vessel due to her contacts in the mercenary underworld and extensive knowledge of the fringe worlds
Since then she has served as head of security aboard the 'Every Dawn' under Captain Maurrinus (a male Turian), paid by the alliance to hit various targets of importance to smuggling operations and pirates, off the records of course
Captain Maurrinus often accompanies her and her team on away missions, but relies wholly on her judgement. As the crew says, "On the ship, salute whoever sits in the chair. On the ground, salute whoever has the guns. Not the bloody enemy though."
Starting War Asset:
Stealth Ship: The Every Dawn, a Turian frigate with a crew of 35 (8 combat personel), based strongly off technology used in the Normandy SR1. Has a far smaller budget than the Normandy, it lacks heavy ship-to-ship weaponry and is more focused on ground deployment and support
Veteran Fireteam: A motley crew of mercenaries, The Every Dawn also holds a sizable compartment to hold heavy weapons and MAKO, that can be deployed directly in atmosphere