Pathfinder Richard Greeves
@Cheshire The first viable planet on the list of habitats is ready to be scouted and surveyed for colonization. Your team will be sent to said world, H-187, in the nearby Maji'atal Array. Your team will be lead by the human pathfinder, Richard Greeves, and you are all reminded to refresh yourselves on Citadel First Contact procedure. Our initial scans, both pre-FTL departure and upon arrival, have shown no signs of extraterrestrial structures, and we have no other evidence that would suggest civilization. Should the planet prove viable to support a colony, your mission is to establish a viable location for a colony and report back to Bastion for colony life ships & prefabricated shelters. Team 1 will be traveling aboard the YR-Garuda, a Noveria-Class Prototype Recon Ship.
-Odyssey Director Athina Rhage
The above notice had been sent to all of the Odyssey personnel designated to the Expedition's first colonizing mission. Habitat H-187 hadn't been assigned a 'real' name yet, instead, as the first planet to be colonized by Odyssey, the Pathfinder was to name the planet with something befitting their journey to the new world. The planet was temperate, with thin forests and sprawling planes. Interspersed were oases of shallow sand and clear pools of water. The landing site that'd been picked for the Garuda was sans any sort of civilization, though the probe hadn't dedicated the time required for an entire geo-scan. Instead the crew of the Garuda would be tasked with an initial survey, and any flyover they saw fit.
At the helm of the Garuda was Richard Greeves, the human pathfinder, and a specialist on alien interaction and surveying (
@Notorious ). The hopes and dreams of the entire expedition, as well as their attention, rested on Garuda's crew. Their success would determine whether or not countless loved ones could be awoken from their lingering cryo-sleep.
Joel stood on the bridge like a black granite statue, towering in comparison to the rest of the human crew of the Garuda.
He wore his full armour he wore during his days as a merc. It didn't fit as well as he remembered, but the thought reminded him of how long it'd been since he'd been staring down the barrel of a gun. The armour was dark grey and black, red flecks of colour interspersed across the surface area. He had his armour coloured this way as homage to his SpecForce days. It was reminiscent of the colours of N7 specialists, of which he'd be had it not been for his discharge. He had the same experience and skill level as one, but no one would ever recognise it. He wasn't here for recognition though. He was here to run from his past; the past that he'd fallen into because of his fall from grace. He was remembering the faces, burned into his retinas, as he lit a black cigarette on the bridge. Hanging from his hip was the helmet that accompanied the Maverick armour set. He managed to get the most expensive set on the market, and had it customised with its red accents and lights. As the cigarette began to burn the smell of tobacco and cloves filled his nostrils.
"I know that our first priority is exploration..." He said to the side, speaking to Pathfinder Greeves. "... But I'm keeping all my guns on me. I can't let you die, and I take that objective seriously. If we get into a mess, I will personally yank you by your collar away from danger if I have to."
Standing on Pathfinder Greeves’ other side and slightly behind him, Beverly Maddox looked out past the bridge to H-187. The first possibly-viable planet the Expedition had been made aware of, and she was going to be one of the first people to set foot on it— and thus, one of the first people of an entire galaxy to set foot on the land of another. Even with her professional demeanor now that the mission was about to get underway in earnest, she had to admit: That was a truly indescribable honor and opportunity.
But she didn’t let this show on her beautiful face, instead glancing to Joel as he made abundantly clear what he was supposed to do.
“Settle down, Windsor. I’m pretty sure our Pathfinder is fully aware of your duties and how dangerous it might be down there.” she said to the Brit. Like him, though, she was fully armored and armed— all of her armor and weapons being of the prestigious N7 series as befitting her status of an N7: the best hardware the Alliance military could offer in the 2180s for the best soldiers it could field for this endeavor.
Or soldier, singular, in her case.
Brushing that thought away, she looked back to the planet they were able to see, and frowned slightly.
“That being said… It does look like a decent vacation spot,” she continued. “Just hope everything goes smoothly. But in my experience, nothing that starts out calm ever stays that way.”
"Like I said back before our long nap..." Greeves smirked, "If things get loud here you'll be my best friend, son. Otherwise enjoy the beauty of this new galaxy, Joel. You too, Soldier." He said in reference to the N7 known as Beverly Maddox also standing behind him. "But you are right, Miss Maddox. Things that usually start this calm end in a firefight... Remember Citadel First Contact protocols. Don't engage, follow my lead. If we find life out here we could use some allies at our new home." He rubbed his bearded face as he stood at the helm of the Garuda, looking down at the planet below. "Pilot, guide us down to the landing zone. Let's let humanity make their first steps in Andromeda."
"Roger that, Pathfinder!" The pilot replied, bringing the Garuda through the atmosphere rather swiftly and began their descent. Greeves smirk disappeared as they feasted their eyes on H-187, seeing how barren yet beautiful the world was took them all back. This was a planet so far from home that the gravity of the situation hadn't hit them just yet. They were so far removed from the Milky Way that everyone they had ever known that hadn't joined them on this expedition were long gone. This was their first steps. Ones that would determine the fate of all life in Andromeda as they knew it.
Greeves hoisted his Pathfinder helmet up and over onto his head until it latched onto his armor with a satisfying hiss. Long gone was the friendly face of the human pathfinder, now it was replaced with the cold visor of a man on a mission.
"We'll move on foot. Scans report no life but I don't want to risk alerting any with a Mako. Let's move."
If any wanted to join to join Greeves, Windsor, and Maddox on their adventure the option was there. As the Garuda's loading ramp lowered they were hit by warm balmy air, and their ears were attacked by the loud blaring sound of wind rushing through the ship's formerly pressurized compartment.
From behind Greeves, Maddox, & Windsor came a distinctly female voice that seemed to have little difficulty speaking over the sound of the wind, "This is quite the lovely world." Frankie mused, as she stepped towards the combat personnel. Seh was the only one of the four of them that didn't have a background in combat, at least officially. Instead she'd been assigned here to lead the science teams on the ground and determine the nature of this world.
Giving the scientist an approving nod, Greeves smirked back at Joel one last time and took a running start towards the ramp. They were only a couple dozen yards from the ground, and his suit's jump-jets would make quick work of the distance, "Better catch up Buckingham Palace." the Pathfinder teased in a friendly manner, "If I die on the ground Odyssey command is going to smoke your ass." With that the older man backed off the ramp, diving backwards in an adventure-seeking way.
Joel remained quiet on the bridge during the conversation, his eyes fixed forwards on the viewport as the ship burned atmosphere. It'd been a while since he'd been on any sort of drop, but his jaw still clenched and his legs still braced against the rumble of the deck. The atmo burn was over and Joel burned through his cigarette almost as quickly, watching the Pathfinder affix his helmet before walking back into the ship. Joel continued his smoke as he fell in step behind the man, his hands patting each of the weapons that had been mag-locked to his armour. The N7 Pirahna, stolen from an Alliance armoury on his way out of the service, rested over his left shoulder, and at his hip was a Carnifex pistol that he'd bought as a merc. Neither weapon had ever failed him, but it didn't hurt to double check.
In the lift he drew each one, double checking the heat-sinks and safeties for any faults. He hoped he wouldn't have to use them, but he was on edge. A new galaxy, a new place for new creatures and enemies to kill him, and a million new ways to die all unfolded in his head as he withdrew his clove cigarette from his mouth to breathe in the aromatic smoke. He shuddered at the ways he could die that he hadn't even thought of yet, endless possibilities in a galaxy untouched by him and his. He holstered each on as the door to the lift hissed open into the cargo bay.
He finished his cigarette just as the ramp lowered, the warm humid air blasting him in the face. He waited for the pressure to equalise enough for him to be the first person to flick a cigarette butt onto this new world, locking his helmet over his head with a satisfying hiss as the Pathfinder dove backwards.
He ran full sprint towards the end of the ramp and jumped from a height of some 20 metres off the ground. He knew he had jump-jets built into the suit but he didn't care for them. He took the energy to use his biotics as he approached the ground, his suit syncing his biotics into an energy field that would decelerate him and he would land on the verdant ground with a satisfying thud. Dust kicked up around him as he stood and looked at this world he'd never seen before.
Like Joel, Bev remained silent as the Garuda moved into the atmosphere of H-187, keeping her thoughts to herself. As the ship descended, she moved with Greeves, Joel, and the mysterious woman she and Joel had met back in the Milky Way, the one who had knocked Joel on his ass simply by running into him. Bev still wasn’t sure how much she trusted the woman, but kept her thoughts to herself as she put on her helmet, hearing the hiss as it locked in and oxygen began to be pumped, and the onboard VI system told her everything was acting at maximum efficiency.
And so would she.
Once the hangar door opened, and both Greeves and Joel jumped their way out of the ship, Bev followed suit. But unlike Joel or Greeves, she didn’t activate her jump-jets or her biotics— not immediately, anyway. She let herself fall for a second or two, before a biotic aura lit up around her body and she decelerated quickly, floating gently the rest of the way down.
She landed more softly than Joel, and as she pulled out her N7 Valkyrie and held it ready, she took the time to look around at the planet before them. A new, unknown world that no-one from the Milky Way had ever set foot upon.