"Retrieve personal effects and gear. Understood." Ken muttered as Captain Galen gave out his orders, but quickly looked around, unsure of what to retrieve. The Normandy...

"A fine ship... Descendant of Shepard's ships..." He whispered, looking at his own holstered pistol. [i]'I only need my collection of buttons and relics. The Normandy's bound to have a huge arsenal, and I know how to use most weapons in the field.'[/I] He thought, outwardly just standing still for a minute until he relaxed and walked away. 

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It had been a while since he felt as he did right now. He was happy to have taken up such a job... But he also couldn't help but feel a little... Nervous. How did the SR3 look on the inside and outside? Was the layout the same as the SR2? Would they have an AI? Would they all survive..? 

He couldn't shake these questions off his head, even with all of his training and experience. He had admired the feats of Shepard for years now, and to have the opportunity to serve in the Normandy was far more than he would have ever expected. Heck, he had never expected to become a Spectre in the first place, and there he was. But as he stood up from one of his apartment's chairs, he heard the place's airlock activate, and eased up on his nerves, knowing who it was. Moments later, a male Quarian with a green and brown suit stepped into the apartment with his head high. 

The quarian chuckled in a deep and rough voice as soon as he saw Ken and hurried over to him, patting his shoulder with an affection he rarely showed. "Ken'Koris! I got the news. I'm sorry it took me so many days to get back to you, but you know how clearance works these days. It's hard to get off the Homeworld." he said, voice slightly shaking with excitement, "But anyway, you're working on the Normandy! Hell, I almost had a heart attack from the pride I felt when you told me you had become a Spectre, Ken'Koris. And now you come to me with this?" 

Ken smiled and returned the shoulder pat, "I sure am. You were a really good instructor back at Boot Camp, Lieutenant Han'Reegar. It's thanks to your constant yelling and torturing that I outdid my fellow friends..." He began, trailing off at the end and looking down and to the left. The LT seemed to catch on and sighed. 

"Ken'Koris, you're one of the best Operatives we have ever had, you deserve this. I can't stay here too long, as I've got some business to attend to, but I have something for you," The LT said, slowly pulling out a small box out of one of his suit's pockets and showing it to Ken, who quickly took it in his hands and opened it. 

Inside of the box were two things. One was a small button picturing the Homeworld, and the other was a picture depicting a female quarian with a yellow suit with brown and red highlights. "... A picture of Eri'Seya?" He asked, looking quizzically at the LT, who was beginning to laugh, before he walked over to the airlock. 

"Don't you think I never saw how you kept showing up to her group's training just to look at her." 

"What?!" Cried Ken, waving his arms and shrugging his shoulders at the LT's affirmation, but before he could say more, the airlock's door closed, and all he could heard were the LT's laughing giving way to a small phrase. 

"She actually made me give you that photograph, you should talk to her." And with that, the LT's voice disappeared, along with his laughs, leaving Ken to sigh and maskpalm(?)

"... Still best instructor ever." He eventually said with a chuckle.

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Now carrying a small bag on his left hand, Ken excitedly made his way over to the dock's elevators. He couldn't wait to lay his eyes on the beauty of the Normandy! He couldn't wait to check it all out, and he knew he would feel like a child eating his first solid food. 

When he arrived at the docks, he noticed the Geth Spectre. A small smile crept up onto his face as he jogged over to it, slowing down to match its current pace and waving a hand in front of the Geth's eye, or more like camera. "Hey, my name's Ken'Koris vas Yaska. I assume you're something along the lines of 'Geth'?"

Of course Ken didn't know his fellow Spectre's names, even after receiving dossiers on them. He didn't like to read people's lives, and preferred for them to actually tell him.