<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><strong>Prologue</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><em>The Estate — Landing Pad. 1500 hours, local time.</em></span></span></div><hr/><br/>The estate certainly lived up to the hype. From the drop shuttle, you can see dozens of mercs clad in red armor marching briskly across the lush green courtyards. Each of them sport the small white "V" of the Valkyrie logo on the upper right corner of their breastplates. You can see a human darting across the lawn with a clipboard in one hand and a stack of papers in the other. Command wasn't exaggerating: every single Valkyrie had been called in for this mission—even the office staff.<br/><br/>Nobody had told you who or what you were supposed to be doing here, other than private security. Not even your instructor, Prina T'Lari had given you anything beyond the standard orders: No trespassers. You hadn't even been briefed on just<em>who</em>might be trespassing. After three months of grueling training, though, it was nice just to be back to a regular schedule.<br/><br/>The shuttle lurched as it settled down on the ground. There was a sharp hiss of air as the gate fell down and revealed the bright yellow sunlight, and the dark blue asari standing just at the edge of the ramp: your temporary Field Commander, Prina T'Lari. She gave each of you a long, studious look as the ramp finished its descent and locked into place.<br/><br/>"Hurry it up, Valkyries!" she shouted over the roar of the engines. "No lollygagging! You're not recruits anymore!"