… an hour early. Since I have to head into the office the next two days for work, I decided to drop my WIP for the week tonight. A little something that was poking at the brain this morning when I got up. Ended up three chapters long. ME1 era, Caleb Shepard (Earthborn/Sole Survivor/Infiltrator). Enjoy!
Quick setup - Caleb has walked into the mess to a ‘heated discussion’ between Williams and Alenko about how to make coffee…
the very two people I was looking for,” Shepard announces while filling the kettle and
setting it to boil.
“Sir.” Alenko uses the distraction to his advantage,
Shepard notes, replacing the carafe in the machine and hitting the start button.
straightens to attention, eyes narrowed at Alenko in accusation while replying,
“Skipper.” Shepard really wishes she
would relax more around him, but he doesn’t blame her. After their last conversation, so much more
about two hours out from Ontarom,” he explains.
“I want you both suited and ready when we arrive. Wrex too.”
sir,” Alenko promises immediately.
Williams just nods. “Is this in
response to that message we intercepted on Noveria?”
pulls the tea from storage and prepares the drink, Shepard nods. “I’ve notified Admiral Hackett as well.” He pauses halfway through, frowning, and
spares a glance over in the lieutenant’s direction. “Something about it just … sits wrong.”
nods her agreement. Both she and Alenko
were with him when the message was retrieved. “Sounds pretty cagey to me. Your history with our organization? And no transmission source?” She accepts the mug of coffee Alenko hands
her, making a face as she takes a sip.
“Someone’s trying to hide something, if you ask me.”
chuckles and flashes her a quick grin.
“Spoken like a true infiltrator, Chief.
Sounds like you have the makings for spec ops.”
freezes for a half second, a fact Shepard doesn’t miss, before responding in a
far too casual tone, “I’ll leave that to the professionals, sir.” She turns away, calling back over her
shoulder, “Thanks for the coffee, LT.” She
hops onto the lift and the door closes before either he or Alenko can
“What was that all about?”
idea,” Shepard replies. He frowns over
at Alenko. “I thought I was
were, sir,” the lieutenant assures him.
He grabs his own mug just as the kettle starts to boil and
moves out of the way. “So, we have an
unidentified message headed to the Newton System to a doctor we know nothing
about.” He takes a careful sip of the
steaming liquid. “Anything else?”
pours the water for his tea just as his omni-tool alerts him to an incoming
message. While he waits on the drink, he
opens the program. The first thing he
notes is the message comes directly from the admiral … who wants to have a
conversation. Now. “Good question,” he mumbles as he closes the
device. “Hackett wants to chat. Care to join me up in the comm room?”
looks startled. “Me?”
“Aye. You were the one who retrieved the message,”
Shepard points out. “And two heads
wrapped around this has to be better than one.”
He pours his tea into his mug, grabs it and starts toward the stairs leading to the CIC. Halfway there, he looks back to find Alenko
still standing near the galley. “Coming?”
…” It’s clear he is still shocked to be
included, but he shakes free of it. “Yeah, on my way.”