The moon of Franklin isn’t a quiet posting for the Systems Alliance ships and fighters assigned there to protect the neighboring Alliance world of Watson, but it’s a different story for the crew of the Javelin interplanetary missile siloes sited there. Beyond splashing the occasional very, very confident (and stupid) pirate or warlord frigate, they have little to do. So for the Kowloon-class modular conveyor MSV Gnaeus Pompeius Magnus to set down on that moon to deliver a cargo of recreational game systems and food less bland than the standard rations was not suspicious. Any passing spies should have been more suspicious, however, because it was really an excuse for the crew of the Pompeius to meet with General Franklin Mendel, in charge of all Marine special forces assignments in the Terminus systems.
General Mendel is tall, tough and fit, still looking like the special forces operator he was despite his graying and thinning hair. He had an exceptional career, dating back to the First Contact war. He had fought Batarian terrorists and Geth after the battle of the Citadel, and was famous for both his skill as a commander and a combatant. His office is simply furnished, though he’d had chairs brought in for the Pompeius team (except Blasto, who had not been invited). A digital picture frame on his desk cycles through a series of images of the general, of a much younger Mendel with a trio of human mercenaries on the eve of the First Contact war, of Mendel on Arcturus station, of Mendel with his son on Terra Nova. One wall is covered in a large electronic map of the Terminus sytems and the Attican Traverse.
“Please, be seated. It’s good to see you again, Sean” General Mendel begins. He had fought with Sean in several anti-piracy actions, and considered him a friend.
“I thought I’d check in with your team before we begin operations in earnest, make sure that Sean doesn’t charge headlong into too many diplomatic incidents.” Mendel laughs, in truth he trusted Sean’s judgment or he’d never have given him such an independent command. “Any surviving Geth from the battle of the Citadel are lying low; still, standing orders are to drop everything and destroy them if you encounter any. Tensions in the Terminus Systems and the Attican Traverse became dangerously high after the destruction of the SSV Normandy death of Commander Shepard, and show no signs of lessening even after more than a year.” He glances over at the map of the Terminus sytems, focusing on the Amada system. “Obviously the Batarians were behind Commander Shepard’s death, if you ask me; they’d wanted him dead ever since the Skyllian Blitz.” General Mendel despised Batarians, not unlikely from a soldier who’d spent most of his career fighting Batarians. “But as much as I’d like to cause trouble for the Batarians, it’s actually the Geth I have to talk to you about.”
Soume looks uncomfortable to be sitting in front of the General without her dress uniform; instead she wears a blue qipao, the most formal civilian clothing she owns. She's far too nervous to speak.