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Potter's intel had turned over the full names and relevant aliases of the Turian collector in possession of Wrex's family armor, and it turned out the whole group associated with the collector had death warrants for several rather violent incidents of piracy across a dozen systems in Turian space, which was the only part Jane really had an interest in. She could deal with the rampant insanity, the things that should have been against the law, the things that probably were against the law, and the continuous mild insubordination. That described her training fairly well, all things considered, but their going out on personal missions just felt...

Frivolous.

They were flying a billion credit war ship with a council Spectre, an N-7 on special assignment, a Systems alliance crew, and a ragtag group of interested third parties. Their monthly expenses were hardly a drop in the bucket of military appropriation, but they should still be out doing something worthwhile, and not just chasing down Wrex's old family armor. The stupid set of plating was more than a millennia out of date for God's sake.

Potter may have been right in that they weren't equipped or qualified for the kind of exploration their mission required, but still. There should have been a rogue nuclear device, or some kind of biotic terrorists, or some kind of goddamn crisis on Luna.

But no.

Instead they were attacking some half-wit Turian pirates and stealing collector's items from them, nominally on behalf of the Hierarchy.

Military life in general was a lot of hurry-up-and-wait scenarios, but one of the things an 'N' classification got you was an almost constant demand for your time. Jane found herself annoyed and disappointed that galactic level security issues were leaving them with enough down time to go and do what amounted to... to fetch quests.

...

At least she got to shoot people.

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