I had an idea. It can't be canon, but I like it.
Omake: SSGSG- First Meeting
The room wasn't packed, but anyone who wandered into it would have wandered right back out. There was an air of tension surrounding the participants- not anxiety but of anticipation. Many gathered around the snack table, which included such staples as chips, dip, popcorn, eezo, and tiny canisters of several high-density elements, as well as small bars of metal.
As the hands of the wall clock approached six, the various women in the room slowly disengaged from their brief discussions or munching, finding their way to the chairs laid out in a rough circle. As they sat down, one woman remained standing. She leaned on an ornate cane, her long-sleeved white blouse and black vest failing to conceal the hard lines of her body, and doing nothing at all to hid the network of well-healed scars on her face and hands. The grey-haired woman cleared her throat as people settled in.
"Alright, everyone. Before I go any further, let me just confirm. Can everyone here please deploy their rigging, just so that we know everyone's who they say they are? The last thing we need is paparazzi getting shots at us."
One by one, sheets of hullmetal, gun emplacements, and sensor arrays appeared and vanished from each woman. Finally, the lady at the head of the group deployed her own rigging- a round disk of grey metal appearing on her back, and a four barreled blaster appearing on one hip.
"Good to see everybody, then. Everyone who signed up and accepted a cross-dimensional transit is here- wonderful. As one of the... well, most well-known Space Shipgirl here tonight, I've been asked to introduce the group. So, I hereby call this meeting of the Space Shipgirl's Support Group to order. To those who don't know me, my name is Millenium Falcon- technically part of the New Republic, but I've always considered myslef a Rebel." She gave a saucy wink. "So I've got no idea how to lead this meeting. Call me Millie, by the way. Anyone else want to start us off?"
One girl stood up. "Introductions, then question, right?" As the woman nodded, she spoke, allowing her white-and-black hull to flash into existence for a moment over a neat dark-blue uniform. "SSV Normandy, SR-1. Systems Alliance Space Navy. I guess- has anyone here 'lost' their original hull? I mean, they
replaced me." Her voice grew a little hoarse. "I get why they did it, but... it hurts a little, you know?"
Another woman spoke up. "I can't say I've been replaced, per say." The woman spoke, her voice harsh. At first glance, she seemed even older than Millie, with her hair done up under a white beret. "But At least you haven't been put to pasture." She frowned. "HMS Unconquered, Manticorian Space Navy. They've got me as a floating museum, sitting up in orbit- no weapons, no real crew. I almost died when those fucks from Mesa set off Oyster Bay. My hull's helpless." She grinned. "Still, I had a good run. Sounds like you did, too."
Normandsy nodded. "Yeah, I did. Saved the galaxy, once." She grinned. "I put a round through a Reaper. That means something."
Millie barked a laugh. "Actually, show of hands. How many of us
didn't save the day on a planetary or greater level, at least once?"
A few hands rose- then dropped as various girls muttered to themselves. One girl, however, kept hers raised. Millie turned to her, eyebrow rising. "Hmm? And you, dearie?"
The woman rose as Normandy sat, her long brown coat scraping the floor. "Serenity. I'm a transport ship." She nearly spat. "The rest of you might be Navy ships, but I never was. I've got no weapons, punks. Just skill and speed. The only ones I saved were my own crew."
Millie cackled. "Spunk, girl. Still, if you're not like us, why are you here?"
Serenity grinned, crossing her arms under her chest. "Because there's one way I am like you. All of us. None of us could be here if our crews didn't love the shit out of us, depend on us- it doesn't matter what we did for anyone else. They're who matters."
"I wouldn't say that." A softer voice came from another girl. Unlike the rest, even Serenity, she wore ordinary clothes. Rising to her feet, she smiled at Serenity. "PB3865, call sign Odyssey, USAF. BC-304 Battlecruiser. Call me Taylor."
Serenity's brow rose. "And what makes you think it doesn't matter, girl?"
"Oh, it does." Taylor smiled. "But- save one person, save all of humanity. It's something the people on my second world nearly forgot. If you saved your crew- even once- it matters as much as what the rest of us did."
Serenity snorted, but let a grin crack her face. "Sure. Right. Nice pep-talk." She sat back down.
Taylor grinned. "So... I have to ask. Is
everyone here willing to talk about anything?" As a few heads nodded cautiously, she continued. "Right. In that case, how many of you have had to root stills out of your engine quarters at some point?"
There as a massive round of groans, as the girls began to swap stories about what their crews had squirreled away in between decks.
\\8//
Looking up from her tiny poker table, Vala dropped her hand back on the table. "I swear, you cheat better than I do."
The man across the table grinned, scooping an array of different currencies back towards his side of the table. "You snooze, you lose, lady." A brown, furry arm smacked him across the back o his head. "Ow! Chewie, what the hell?"
*Grooank*
"Yeah, I'm cheating. I'm pretty sure we're all cheating. Not like it matters."
*Groan*
"Well, we're all dead, and playing poker while our ships talk about their fucking feelings! I don't think it matters at this point."
At a nearby table, the tiny form of a blond-haired woman stared at a bottle. "Is it always this crazy? In your world I mean?"
The woman across from her nodded, studying her own glass of purple liquid. "Carter, as far as I can tell, it just keeps getting worse. Always." Shepard downed her shot. "Still beats getting shot at. Or dying."
"I'll drink to that."
