"Why does anybody travel?" Shepard replies, deliberately arch— but it doesn't last; she grins and offers him a helpless hand, palm-up and placating, "For a long time, I didn't have a say in the matter; I'm a marine with the Systems Alliance navy. You go where you're sent, in the military."
Not that she wouldn't do it by choice, of course; she knows where she's needed. Normandy's path across the stars was evidence of that.
"I get the feeling that most people here are used to societies that live all on the ground, but my people are scattered across hundreds of worlds and dozens of star-systems. Ground conflicts are pretty small-change by the scales of economy we operate on, and me and my team are considered to be a commodity, so keeping us on-planet would be a waste."
Which is to say, in her sainted opinion, that the Free Cities military is wasting her potential, both because they haven't a reasonable potential for her to inhabit, and deliberately. But they've done little enough to inspire true loyalty, nevertheless... so why bother pretending to have faith in their competence?
"New horizon, new sky, every week. Until Abraxas."
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Not that she wouldn't do it by choice, of course; she knows where she's needed. Normandy's path across the stars was evidence of that.
"I get the feeling that most people here are used to societies that live all on the ground, but my people are scattered across hundreds of worlds and dozens of star-systems. Ground conflicts are pretty small-change by the scales of economy we operate on, and me and my team are considered to be a commodity, so keeping us on-planet would be a waste."
Which is to say, in her sainted opinion, that the Free Cities military is wasting her potential, both because they haven't a reasonable potential for her to inhabit, and deliberately. But they've done little enough to inspire true loyalty, nevertheless... so why bother pretending to have faith in their competence?
"New horizon, new sky, every week. Until Abraxas."