The Normandy II came out of FTL about 2000 miles from the red planet. The drift was at about 15k, nearing the max cruising speed of the ship. Maverick engaged the cloaking within seconds of coming out of FTL.

"Sir, were 1 minute out, where do i need to land?" Maverick called over the Intercom.

Curtis looked to Vera.

"Well? Where do we land?" He asked the Asari.

Jack stood behind the Asari and captain. He was checking his ammo for each of his weapons making sure everything was perfect. He took out his assult rifle and aimed it toward the asari's head making sure his aim sight was not blurry. He then lowered the assult rifle and held it at waist height, waiting for the blue alien to speak of there drop location.

Vera didn't miss Jack's blatant disregard for her- nor did she miss the fact that he tested her sights with her as the target. But she wasn't particularly worried. If he was a soldier aboard this ship, he knew his place and he knew better than to shoot a welcomed guest.

"Well? Where do we land?"

Vera sighed and searched her memory. "He's in a research facility somewhere near the remains of Olympus Mons. Make sure no one sees us even after we're there- I think this place was supposed to be abandoned, and they fixed it up to hide their operations. After all," she explained, "They're technically doing this for the Alliance military. It's supposed to be hidden, but I think if you do a decent scan of the specific area, you should be able to find it."

"You heard her Maverick, slow to 5K when we reach the moon, then scan the planet" He said loud enough for the intercom to pick up.

The Normandy jerked as Maverick turned the ship towards the moon. He hit the thrusters, setting the course. The Cloaking seemed to be working, no ships orbiting the planet had bothered with a scan, no cannons firing.

{{Continued at Olympus Mons}}