Jack of Harts

I am the mind of Normandy.  She is an old ship, part of the first generation of gravtech carriers the Republic of California built after Contact.  They retired her long ago, after more capable designs eclipsed her capabilities.  I got her during The War, after Malcolm and I found her rusting away.  Not that ships rust in space of course.  I just like the poetic nature of the word.  She’s better now.  The Peloran saw to that.  She’s a good body to have.