Anastasia closed her eyes as the hot water sprayed down over her svelte body washing away the soapy lather from her pale skin and enjoying the warmth of the hot water as she thought about the mission at hand.<br/><br/>That there was a Specter on board confirmed the Intel that Section Zero had about Captain Andersen's plans for the SSV Normandy and probably Shepard as well.  They didn't trust  the Citadel Council nor the Turian Hierarchy the Council's private Military. The Council treated the Alliance as just an associate member making them play by all the rules of the Council but giving them no say in what the Council finally and arbitrarily decided. So SZ wanted to makes sure that the Normandy stayed Alliance property and wasn't acquired by the Citadel Council for their own use. Of course the Geth attack on Eden Prime, the loss of the Prothean Beacon, the dead Specter, and the huge alien ship suddenly made this mission quite a bit more interesting.<br/><br/>The giant ship was probably as big a prize as the Prothean Beacon, or even bigger if it was a Prothean ship. Even if it wasn't Prothean the technology needed to land that size of a ship on an earth like planet was decades beyond anything the Alliance had. Of course there was no way the Normandy could capture it, maybe get some close range detailed scans but it would probably take a whole fleet of ships to take it down. Still if they could catch it on the ground or docked somewhere without it's shields...<br/><br/>Then there was her new roommate, Jemarr'Kris nar Kesselyn. The Quarian was interesting to say the least, he clearly found her attractive and  Anastasia couldn't put her finger on what precisely but there was something intriguing about him. He was exotic, alien, the shyness he exhibited around her and of course the mystery of what he looked like behind his helmet pushed him over the edge for her; it made him...sexy. She giggled aloud as she cut the water and ran her hands back through her wet hair squeezing out the excess water before she left the shower stall her fingertips briefly tracing over the four Neural Interface ports on the base of her skull. She pulled a fresh towel off the rack and dried off. She would have to study Quarian Language.<br/>I wonder if he snores she thought smirking as she began dressing in a standard Alliance duty uniform and headed back to her quarters.<br/>