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Arintha looked around the enormous Skyllian Queen. Truly impressive, she thought, its eezo core alone must be bigger than half the ships here. It was a beautiful vessel, and sitting there in front of her just as prettily was the petite stealth recon frigate, the Freedom's Blade. Her new home, for however long she'd be needed. Arintha wasn't completely familiar with the engineering of it, but she knew enough to be impressed. She hadn't worked on a ship such as this for a long time, having been used to smaller passenger shuttles and planetary vessels. She was excited, to be truthful. She didn't yet know what exactly her work here would entail, she could only hope that her actions in S.O.D would help to benefit the people of the galaxy, that this varied team standing beside her would become a formidable force.

She took in the collection of individuals that were to be her new crew mates. An interesting assemblage, she thought. There was another Asari, such as herself, which provided a comfort in her that she wouldn't be alone in sharing her culture. A krogan and a drell, both of which looking like they've seen their fair share of conflict, if the scars were anything to go by. Geth, volus, turians, a whole conglomerate of Quarians, and two humans also stood among them. One human, the Commander, was a formidable looking man, who Arintha thought suited his role as their leader. The other a young medical professional, who seemed to fidget about, nervous. Lastly she spotted the lone Batarian, and twinge of sadness came over her. She remembers, so clearly, when the news came of the Batarian worlds being near annihilated at the hands of the reapers those centuries ago. How their population was on the brink and their refugees flooded into anywhere they could. After the war, no one, especially not the Council, had even cared abut their fate, or really the fate of any non-Council race. Which was why Arintha had trekked out to the outer systems of the galaxy, helping those that she could. She has spent most of her many years post-Reaper War in the outskirts of the galaxy, doing whatever work she could find. She had felt the neglect the Council had had towards the worlds outside Council Space, and their actions (or lack thereof) were what had pushed her into the arms of the Union, and of BSTG.

The turian woman stepped forward and snapped a shrill command, and a large imposing human stepped forward. Arintha recognizes him as Xander O'Tarin, leader of the Black Star Trans Galactic. He gave a stirring speech, which only reaffirmed why Arintha had agreed to join SOD, to unite all species and systems. As O'Tarin finished, Commander Marshall stepped up, giving his straightforward commands to put your things away and report for duty, and once again the Turian Major barked a harsh order. Arintha picked up her bag. She didn't have an overabundance of personal items, a few keepsakes, clothing, her tools. Her most important items were probably the small collection of holos she had in her bag. Many of them featured her with another asari, with striking violet skin and a regal pose. Arezza T'Peara... Arintha's first bondmate. Also pictured was a small asari child, their daughter Kasra. The two had died trying to escape Thessia during the invasion by the reapers, and Arintha's memory of watching their shuttle being shot down was as vivid as that of any drell. Other of the holos held pictures of a batarian man, laughing or smiling, usually covered in engine grease of some sort. Uratokk, who came after Arezza by more than half a century, and lived with Arintha for over half a century more. Arintha had met him during her time in Batarian refugee camps, and they had been happy together, even with all the conflict in the galaxy.

Arintha smiled, walking with the rest of the crew onto the Freedom's Blade, bag in hand, reminiscing about her past loved ones. She knew that whatever she would be doing as a SOD agent would be important, and would effect not only her but many many people in the galaxy. And she was ready for it, to take on whatever responsibilities befell her. She looked around once again at her new crew mates. These people were soldiers and mercenaries and even killers. She didn't know them yet, only had her own vague assessments of them to go off of, and she certainly didn't yet trust them. But she was hopeful that, in time, she would be able to.