Some people might use the word “determined” to describe Dawn. Others might use the word “stubborn.” I would never downplay her with such paltry words. Dawn is a redheaded, green-eyed, freckled force of nature that I would never be stupid enough to try to stand in the way of. I figured that out the first time I met her, which puts me a few steps ahead of Malcolm. There’s only one major battle I can think of that she lost. She was supposed to be Normandy’s mind, but she hadn’t been designed as a ship cyber. And it was taking them too long to code the AI needed to take up the slack. That was when I showed up with a ship cyber that needed a new home. Yeah. That was my fault. She lost her ship because of me, and she’s never let me forget it. She calls me “shipthief.” I just call her “freckles.”
Malcolm McDonnell was always the man you went to when you needed something that standard channels could not acquire. I hesitate to say that anything he did was of a questionably legal nature, but others may be less circumspect than I. The fact is that he could always acquire things that others could not. It is ironic that if Malcolm had used his gifts in support of Family objectives, he would have been a valuable family operative. But because he sought to fill his own wallet first, my father banished him from the family and named him untrustworthy. For myself, I always trusted him. He fulfilled that trust when he took the Wolfenheim Project from dream to operational plan in a few short years.
The Branan started with a few small spaceships, some people trained to fly them, and very little else. They had to learn to maintain their new ships on their own, with only a few hardcopy manuals to direct them. The computers had been wiped, and so they had no history to learn and no knowledge of the galaxy at large. All they knew was that the Albion had created them to be soldiers and then left them when they didn’t live up to their promise. But the Albion did give them one other leg up on many of their other creations. One of the Albion scientists had left behind a hard copy of the Albion planetary constitution, marked up with commentary about the nature of government systems and societies. The Branan used that as a blueprint for creating a stable society while they tried to reverse engineer the Albion technologies left behind.
Dawn was born to join the Wolfenheim Project. Dorothy asked her family to send volunteers, and Dawn and her sisters answered the call. There were a bunch of them, doing everything from acting as personal assistants, to carrying crates, to running small starships. Dawn is the one who adopted Malcolm, like a cat points at a human and says, “he’s mine.” She followed him everywhere after that, whether he wanted her help or not. He wanted to keep using the personal assistant he’d had for over a century, you see, but Dawn wasn’t having any of that. She was better than any AI ever made, and she went about proving that fact over and over and over again. It was highly amusing to watch, let me tell you. She won that little contest, hands down.
I grew up with Malcolm McDonnell, much to the disappointment of my father. He thought Malcolm was a bad influence, amongst other people. My father effectively banished them all from the family when I was still a young man in hopes that I would become a respectable family member once more. I spent great effort in making him think that is exactly what happened. But when the time came, I approached Malcolm and secured his aid in pursuing our old plans. He had spent decades working with the kind of “questionable” individuals that could be used to activate the old project without my family learning about it. It would be the greatest con we had ever pulled, and he loved the idea of making it work. He named it the Wolfenheim Project.




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