[h3]Havana, Cuba

February 7th, 2187

Early Morning[/h3]

Janiri woke up at the crack of dawn. 70 years of waking up as soon as the sun rose had ingrained it into her, no matter how tired she was. After the events of the last two days, she was [i]very[/i] tired. She had only barely recovered from the shock of Katya appointing her as stand in leader (a terrible decision! She had absolutely no business telling anyone else on the team what to do!) when the second shuttle had come back. Even though no one had given her any reason to try to assert her authority (not that she would have been able to), she had still been wracked with nervousness and fear that someone would challenge her or ask for direction. Then it was a long, cramped flight back to the Namibian camp. The payment she recieved (with some surprise, as she had forgotten that they were technically mercenaries and not volunteers) would be useful if the day ever came that they made it to somewhere on earth that accepted both credits and the paper currency they were given (Rubies? Rupies? Something like that.) 

That day came the very next morning that Janiri woke up. Before she could even continue assisting the camp she was informed that they were headed to Havana to sell the broken pieces of the orb, and that they would be taking the shuttle all the way to Havana.

That was a miserable ride. A whole day, crammed into one shuttle with the entire team. By the end of it Janiri was about to scream with how close everyone had been to her over the last 48 hours. It was with great relief that she practically rushed out of the shuttle when they finally landed, putting as much distance between her and those around her as possible while still remaining in ear shot. If she never got in that shuttle again it would be too soon. 

Fortunately the town of Havana was a much more secure place than Windhoek had been. The locals felt so safe that they willingly got drunk and wandered around, laughing as if the Earth hadn't been ravaged by the Reapers a month ago. Janiri couldn't help but smile at the resilience of those around her. It would be so easy to give into the despair that the Reapers had brought, but the people of Havana wouldn't. They wouldn't give the enemy the satisfaction, not even after their defeat. 

Janiri followed Katya to the resort and quickly checked into a room for herself and she had to admit, it was nice. The bed was the softest thing she had slept on in decades, and it almost made the fight with the drell and then the Locust worth it. As comfortable as the bed was, it wasn't comfortable enough to keep her from waking up seven hours later with the sun. Without anything else to do until Katya contacted her with the plan, Janiri headed into the city, dressed in her full length casual clothes. Perhaps she could find something to help with there. Something to keep her hands busy while she waited for any word about what they were doing in the city. 

Havana was in much better condition than Windhoek. There wasn't anything that needed to be moved, any bodies that needed to be buried, or generators that desperately needed to be up and running for the safety of the city. She did stumble across a car that had broken down on the side of the street and headed over to see if she could assist. There wasn't anything she could do to permanently fix the problem, but she would be able to scrap together a patch job that would at least get the human driver to a repair shop with actual tools and parts. It was a pain though. Thirty minutes of quietly cursing under her breath as she tried to contort her body in uncomfortable ways to reach the problem. When she was done she was grateful for the fact that her gloves and jacket were black. The stains were at least fairly well hidden from view. Janiri waved off any payment, and a hug (why were humans so physically affectionate? Why couldn't they just say thank you and go?) from the human woman and hurried along her way before the driver got insistent.

As she walked, her omni-tool went off with messages from Katya. Apparently they were going to be in Havana for a few more days. The doctor wouldn't be able to pick up her shards soon, but she had sent payment to keep the artifact safe. That was nice. What was more interesting was the fact that they were recieving two replacements so soon. The SRN evidently didn't mess around with keeping their squads at full strength. Two more engineers. It would be nice to have someone who wasn't Kysar to help out with the technology things. Hopefully they would be less intimidating than the rest of the squad. Which reminded her. She needed to thank Karnoc for saving her life. With how hectic the battle and aftermath had been, and how exhausting all the travelling had been, it had completely slipped her mind. 

She turned and headed to where she thought the Krogan was, quietly singing as she went. "Daughter, oh daughter, daughter come home, won't you return to us from your youth? We miss you and we love you, it's not much but it's the truth."