“We don’t like being kept in the dark Ms Gagarin. If you are going to be recommended to the Spectres, we must know your history. Please tell us. We assure you that however dark it is, it will only be known throughout these men and women in this room. Naomi sighed. She didn’t want to admit her past. A past of her rise to power, downfall, and moving to the side of the devil. “Should I tell them?” As she whispered to herself. She saw recognizable faces from the Academy who grew up. Possible faces of loved one she killed. In her mind, it was hard for her to admit to these people that she killed their comrades or loved ones. In Her mind she was telling herself to hold it in and to resolve it to herself. But her soul felt like it was screaming. To tell the truth! To which, Naomi can start moving to the path of true peace, instead of holding it in. “My real name is Naomi Gagarin. It’s Lena…” as she felt herself holding back. But she pushed through. “Lena Volkova.” The entire panel of Alliance judges was shocked. Many were murmuring. Their eyes wide open that the person they see was one of the most prestigious human Biotic after the Reaper War. One of them an old friend back at the academy looked straight at her with shock. “I am here to atone for my sins.” --- Naomi found it ironic that the Alliance was the one that recommended her for Spectre position. Her own race which sent N7 operatives, members of the Ascendancy to assassinate her after the political fallout of the Horizon Massacre years ago. She felt as if lucky to be alive now, to be in an Apartment in the Citadel. And to be alive to finally becoming a Spectre, with the Alliance’s backing. Her decisions also to become a Spectre made her feel like that she was going to become another Commander Sheperd. Such a thought was out of this world. That man was a Hero to Humans. And during her life in the academy, a hero which she admired… Naomi wore her signature armor which was renowned throughout the Galaxy. Made from the Human arms corporation Bikova-Irani Arms Conglomerate, the armor sported a dark color, with red stripes throughout the armor. She wore a full covering helmet which had an attached a mnemonic visor which showed off her purple eyes. Though in tougher conditions, she could switch off the visor and switch an integrated optical display much like the old Recon Hood before A.B.E. Her mouth was covered by the breathing module similarly found in N7 Breathing helmet. After suiting herself up, Naomi grabbed her three weapons of choice she always used. An M-29 Cypress Submachine Gun, M-11 Neos Heavy Pistol and most notably Terpet. A ninjato that was shouldered on the side like a Samurai that was normally used by Cerberus but she stole one form their armory after her escape from their base. She removed any resemblance it was from Cerberus and named it Terpet. The Russian word to mean “to endure.” Naomi arrived at the Citadel were a polite Hanar escorted her. The two exchanged small talk as a crowd yelled cheers at her. When she arrived to the Chambers, several council members greeted her. “Glad to see you Ms. Gagarin” said the Asari Councilor.” “Please, just call me Naomi" as she wore her Mnemonic Visor. The two both nodded in approval. Naomi stood in front of the judges. A human councilor moved his chair and spoke. “Naomi Gagarin. Your history is…mysterious despite the fact the Alliance judges gave their entire faith into you for being a Spectre. Instead of picking others who have more…open history. One thing though is that you are a descendant of the Gagarin’s, an esteemed family to your part of your people. Another is that you will know for saving hostages from Pirates in the Terminus, or you’re other neutral work serving as a Mercenary. There are some decisions that we question.” Here is one for example said the Salarian, “Were you destroyed a Separatist ship carrying alliance civilian’s hostages. How do feel about that?” “It was either A, board the ship and rescue the hostages which would result into the star base exploding, killing even more, or be destroying the ship to spare much less casualties. In some cases, even when you try to hold up ethic and morals, you must follow logic. Even though you know you feel blamed for killing a family member or a loved one” said Naomi. “Despite that and your mysterious history Ms. Gagarin you are highly reputable” said the Salarian. “Do accept the off to become a Spectre” said the Asari? “Yes.” The councilors nodded in and inputted her decisions. Naomi joined the several other Specter’s who were accepted. Naomi looked around to notice a tall Asian, and was surprised by her height. Asians were known to be shorter, than other Human sub races. Ironic for Naomi as she was pretty short for a Russian female since most were taller. --- “This man should be interesting” Naomi whispering to herself. Galen, the Commander had signs of being intoxicated. She didn’t know much about the man. Though it would be quite interesting to be working with him.