ArcticFox
Dreamer
The Dossier that was pulled up on his terminal did not say much. The next potential team member had actively sought out a place on his crew, until recently. She was in contact with Cerberus and then through them with Shepard, sending updates on her location periodically through secure transmissions, tracing a path that would eventually lead to Omega, though it was a very roundabout way of getting there. The Illusive Man had assured Shepard that the recruit had quite a baggage behind her, forcing her to always having to take the most complicated route to reach something.
Well, either the secure channels were not as secure as they thought, or she was not as good at hiding her footprints as she thought, since her transmissions stopped arriving five days ago and were not showing sign of continuing. The last location Shepard had for Dynis Arden was the asteroid belt of the Hourglass Nebula, in the Terminus Systems, at the edge of the unknown. What kind of a purpose did she have there, he did not know, but he knew well that it was expected of him to go and find her. Apparently, every new team member either needed to be rescued, or needed a favour to be done for them. So far, it looked like Shepard's mission would be far easier if he soloed the Collector homeworld.
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The longer she stayed on that damn space station, the less limbs she had in her disposal. Some top of the line tech she had, it kept fricking breaking down on her in the past couple of days. Of course, that might have been due to constant disruptor rounds those persistent merc kept hitting her with. And why would they bring a whole damn army down on her! One would think that they wanted the equipment returned to them undamaged.
Standing in what remained of the shuttle repair station, Dynis was starting to panic. This was no usual for her. Usually, the mercs sent for her would be panicking just about now, but this time the fight was too unfair. A pair of operatives, fine, a squad was okay too, even two small squads she could deal with, but these Eclipse bastards had emptied out one of their bases. It didn't help that they all so loved overloading every piece of tech she had on her.
She was holding well for a while, managed to jump ships a couple of times, managed to dispose of the assassins. But, when they boarded the spaceship she was one and crushed her escape shuttle to the desolate space station on top of that, well, that's when she knew she was in a mess. Hopefully Cerberus will come trough, eh? They had a thing for humans turned into super weapons, they had to appreciate her interest in joining whatever mission they said they had. She wasn't really paying attention when she RSVPd to it, she really only wanted to have some semblance of a stable life, for at least one god damn month.
Well, the space station was once a research station, which had to be good. It meant that she had found some forgotten mechanical tools, blowtorches that actually worked and a couple of unused screws and she started to weld and screw back on her leg, and oh look that pretty artifical skin was ruined, it would cost so much to get the treatment again and she was already more than broke. And the mercenaries were knocking on the doors again.
Well, either the secure channels were not as secure as they thought, or she was not as good at hiding her footprints as she thought, since her transmissions stopped arriving five days ago and were not showing sign of continuing. The last location Shepard had for Dynis Arden was the asteroid belt of the Hourglass Nebula, in the Terminus Systems, at the edge of the unknown. What kind of a purpose did she have there, he did not know, but he knew well that it was expected of him to go and find her. Apparently, every new team member either needed to be rescued, or needed a favour to be done for them. So far, it looked like Shepard's mission would be far easier if he soloed the Collector homeworld.
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The longer she stayed on that damn space station, the less limbs she had in her disposal. Some top of the line tech she had, it kept fricking breaking down on her in the past couple of days. Of course, that might have been due to constant disruptor rounds those persistent merc kept hitting her with. And why would they bring a whole damn army down on her! One would think that they wanted the equipment returned to them undamaged.
Standing in what remained of the shuttle repair station, Dynis was starting to panic. This was no usual for her. Usually, the mercs sent for her would be panicking just about now, but this time the fight was too unfair. A pair of operatives, fine, a squad was okay too, even two small squads she could deal with, but these Eclipse bastards had emptied out one of their bases. It didn't help that they all so loved overloading every piece of tech she had on her.
She was holding well for a while, managed to jump ships a couple of times, managed to dispose of the assassins. But, when they boarded the spaceship she was one and crushed her escape shuttle to the desolate space station on top of that, well, that's when she knew she was in a mess. Hopefully Cerberus will come trough, eh? They had a thing for humans turned into super weapons, they had to appreciate her interest in joining whatever mission they said they had. She wasn't really paying attention when she RSVPd to it, she really only wanted to have some semblance of a stable life, for at least one god damn month.
Well, the space station was once a research station, which had to be good. It meant that she had found some forgotten mechanical tools, blowtorches that actually worked and a couple of unused screws and she started to weld and screw back on her leg, and oh look that pretty artifical skin was ruined, it would cost so much to get the treatment again and she was already more than broke. And the mercenaries were knocking on the doors again.
