Most of the crew was still on board, preparing old Normandy class ship for yet another voyage into unknown events in Sirius and Gallia. Some of them were seen in the hallways, hauling crates of supplies and ammunition to drydock. Everyone could see difference in clothing of the crew, most of them were wearing old Royal uniforms, very few of them went with Enclave colors... It was something to show off from their history, but most importantly history of this ship.
Lauren La'Row, she was the one, the one commanding this ship, the one of the bloodline that used to serve on this ship long before her. She was standing nearby and overseeing the flow of supplies, yet someone or something was demanding her attention, or so she was told by one of marines.
"That would be me. Et only me." said the woman slowly approaching advisor.
"Success and potential are endangered by unexpected events hence dissatisfaction, however let us hear your ideas, so we can proceed."
