[i]Worcestershire, England [/i]

Janiri jerked back with a yelp as the generator for the electro-fence shocked her, cutting her off mid-song. "Stupid..fucking..thing." She grumbled quietly, shaking her hand. At least it had power coming out of it. That was good. Everything else on this farm had been pretty easy to fix. Just some minor frying after the activation of the Crucible and some general tuneups. Nothing major and within a few days she had been able to get the equipment running again so that the locals could start feeding themselves efficiently. 

The humans, and the coalition if she was being honest, were fortunate that the Reapers had focused so heavily on the most populated areas, and didn't spread out too much from there. Roads were destroyed and communications were cut, of course, but for the most part every human she had met in the rural areas had only heard of the invasion on the news (before reports stopped coming in) and seen the occasional husk passing by. It was a stroke of luck for the entire system of Sol. Earth would be very important in feeding and housing all of the aliens and the human survivors that were currently trapped by the destruction of the Mass Effect Relays, and it would have been extremely difficult if the Reapers had also focused on destroying all non-sentient life as well. 

Almost as difficult as this generator was being. 

Janiri scowled at the device, before searching back into her salvage bag for another spare part. "That one didn't work, because why would it? I've only been shocked twice by this damn thing, that is not nearly enough times for it to deem me worthy of the honor of repairing it. Gods, no! I have not nearly suffered enough!"

She was close, she knew it, but the stupid thing was being stubborn. It wasn't a major issue for this particular farm, yet. The herd of cattle that it was supposed to keep in were so used to the fence being activated that they hadn't even tried to escape in the month that it had been down. It was just the last thing she needed to do before she moved onto the next farm, and the fact that it was fighting against her was aggravating. It shouldn't be this hard to fix. It wasn't even complex it was just a stupid, standard, generator. 

Janiri pulled out another piece. "This one will work. For sure. It absolutely, one hundred percent, is going to work." She paused, then added a quiet prayer under her breath. "Please, Lucen, let this work. I'm so tired of getting shocked." Janiri turned back to the generator and then let out another yelp as she felt a warm, wet, nose snuffling on the back of her neck. She turned around with a giggle and reached a hand out towards the curious cow that had walked up behind her. It jerked away at the touch of her fingers and took a few startled steps back, watching her carefully. "Well don't come up and smell me while I'm working if you don't want to be touched!" Janiri admonished, returning to the generator. "Come on, play nice, work with me and I'll work with youuuu.." She pleaded in a sing song voice. Her omni-tools shifted into the necessary equipment she needed and she carefully began repairing the damage to the generator, again. 

Lucen was evidently smiling upon her. She was able to get the generator running again, without being shocked. The electro-fence came to life with a soft hum, and Janiri stood up, with a small victory hop, grinning over at the cow. "See? Told you I could get it working!" She closed the generator up and looked around for the exit to the farm. She would just leave a note for the family that owned this particular farm. They were a very touchy group of humans, and she didn't want to explain yet again that no, she did not want a hug. Not even a hand shake. 

Packing her gear and beginning to walk along the fence towards its gate, Janiri began to cycle through the remaining comm grids. Usually it was updates about the various people in charge in the Sol system, or how system wide recovery efforts were going. Occasionally there would be someone asking for help with either fixing their technology or rebuilding, and that was something she could provide. As a bonus, it kept her from staying in one place for too long. And it kept her from the eyes of the make-shift asari government. A new message caught her attention as she was cycling through.

"This is the Sol Restoration Network, making an open offer to all specialists on this channel. There are many survivors that still need help. Transportation will be provided to jobs around the Sol system." The message began to cycle again. As it did, Janiri looked over her shoulder at the cow that was still following her.

"That sounds like it would be perfect. Don't you think?"

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[i]Nambia.[/i]

Janiri was beginning to regret signing up with the SRN. 

She had expected to be assigned to various agricultural areas to help them organize the feeding of their local populace. Or assigned to communities that were struggling with their vehicles and technology. Instead, she was put in a squad with a great deal of military personnel and then put on a convoy heading through the desert to provide relief to wounded and battered resistance fighters. She wasn't a medic! She was barely able to be considered a soldier! There wasn't exactly much she could do here. Too make matters worse, the convoy was cramped. Even after jamming herself as far into her corner of the vehicle as possible, the human woman sitting next to her still pressed against Janiri, much to the asari's screaming paranoia. Fortunately for Janiri, the woman stopped attempting conversation after the third time the asari didn't meet her eyes and muttered a short reply.

It was with great relief that she stepped out of the convoy, finally reaching their destination. She had never been to the desert before. As the wind pushed dust into her eyes and the sun beat down on her, she began to realize why so many people avoided them. Still, she was here and she had a job to do. Not that she knew where that job was. By the time she thought to start moving, the two human women she had been told were in charge had disappeared with the drell that had been waiting for them. 

Looking around, Janiri shrugged. "Well, nothing to do but unload supplies for now. They'll come and get me when they need me. Probably." She spoke quietly, eyeing the various people buzzing around her. Too many people were brushing too close to her, but there wasn't anything she could do about it at the moment but start moving herself. Janiri began helping the supplies be unloaded and set up throughout the camp, bringing medical supplies to those who were treating the wounded and setting up whatever she was told to set up. This at least, she could do. It was really no different than setting up shelters and fences in the rural parts of...wherever she had been after fleeing London. She could put her natural strength to use and no one would ask her to use her biotics. Her cheeks flushed with embarassment as she realized she would eventually have to explain that she had no biotic skill. Gods, she hated doing that.

After a few minutes she noticed that she and the others were being watched through the blinds by one of the leaders. Kate, maybe? Regardless, it was probably a sign that she should stop helping set up and head to the communication center. Get on with the mission and all that. Awkwardly putting down the last crate she had picked up and waving a hand at the relief workers, none of whom paid the slightest attention to her as she left, Janiri headed to the building Katya was in. She dodged out of the way of Solvieg as the woman passed by, cringing backwards with a whispered, "Sorry!" and headed inside. There, she carefully kept her distance and her eyes down. If someone wanted her, they would tell her what to do. Hopefully.