[center][hr][hr][h1][color=f7941d]Clara Fortia[/color][/h1]
[color=f7941d]Location: [/color]Citadel Presidium, Remembrance of Fallen Heroes[hr][hr][/center]

	Clara sighed as she walked around the Presidium's section dedicated to the reaper war. Remembrance of Fallen Heoes was it. She looked about. There were quite a few people around and if you knew where to look, you'd see a decent number of security assets scattered about too. Be it the obvious Geth or the less obvious civilian clothing cops more likely than not. She wouldn't be surprised to spot a few specters around probably too, but she wasn't busy looking for them and frankly she had been outo f hte loop for about a year now since her retirement. She wouldn't know the newest faces in the line of work unless they got public attention over the news networks or something. All in all she was actually surprised she even got an invitation to this event. She was not what you'd call an official Alliance soldier after her switch to black ops. For all intensive purposes she shouldn't have a single combat record to her name that the military can admit to know of. Guess someone pushed papers and invited her non the less for a work well done or something.

	She passed by to get a drink only to notice a N7 operative of all things. He seemed to be having a good time. It was nice to see the olde alliance aces still making a show of appearance here and there. She gave in to memories for a moment, recalling how she wondered if she should decline the black ops proposition and hope to get an N7 one eventually and how she decided against that and took the job. It wasn't easy to get into the N7 program even for someone who seemed ot do great like her. Snapping back from her thoughts she grabbed a glass of wine nad moved away to a nearby wall where she leaned back and took a sip from her drink, observing the people gathered, studying them the way only someone who was used to military undercover ops would be used to. Asari, Turian, Geth and so on. All these species once struggling at each others throats officially and unofficially. Silly to think they went punch to punch with hte Turians only to later work so closely together against the Reapers huh. How the world works.

	Suddenly she felt a shiver in her right arm... well she didn't have her right arm anymore so she looked down at her cybernetic replacement. She was dressed in a long sleeved shirt so only by looking at her hands you could see the fact they were artificial.[i][color=f7941d]' A phantom feeling eh?'[/color][/i] She thought, recalling the many times she used to get those especially after a freshly replaced limb. She wondered if she should have gone with the replacelent limbs being grown or cloned for use, but those took more time than a cybernetic replacement and she didn't have the time to spare back on duty. It wasn't so bad though once you get used to the lack of feelings in your limbs and the tiny machine sounds you can sometimes catch glimpse of at the dead of night when there's no other noise to cover it. Then there was the ocasional phantom pain ohh well. Luckily her replacement limbs were mostly hidden under the long shirt and the long skirt though glimpses of them could still be seen.[color=f7941d]" This wine's actually quite good... better grab me another glass."[/color] She mumbled to herself and went for a replacement drink.