Prologue

The darkness was almost complete, the figure sitting alone in the chair preferring the untainted shadows as he considered his next move. He idly thumbed a cigarette in his left hand, his right clutching the lighter, and yet he did not ignite it, his mind completely elsewhere at the moment. A small beeping from the inlaid console on the right arm of the chair brought the Illusive Man back to reality, and he put away his thoughts as he made a gesture and the holopanel appeared. He typed in a few commands and sat back, waiting as the Quantum Entanglement Communications Array aboard the Minuteman Station broadcasted an exact image of Commander John Shepard to him. He fell into his natural rhythm, igniting a cigarette and taking a drag from it before regarding the armored figure in front of him.

"Good work on Freedom's Progress, Shepard. The quarians forwarded their findings from Veetor's debriefing. No new data," he said with a small shrug, "but it's a surprising olive branch, given our history."

Shepard acknowledged the Illusive Man with an accusing scowl. "This history... Is that where you made a direct attack on the quarian people?"

The Illusive Man waved away Shepard's question. "That's in the past, and isn't connected with the current task." He skillfully returned Shepard's attention to the results of the last mission. "What's important is that you've confirmed Collector involvement in the abductions."

He saw Shepard shake his head. "Why do I get the feeling you knew about them already?"

"I had my suspicions, but I needed proof." He rearranged himself in his chair as he continued. "The Collectors are enigmatic at best. They periodically travel to the Terminus Systems, looking to gather seemingly unimportant items or specimens, usually in exchange for their technology." He paused a moment to take a smoke. "When their transactions are complete, they disappear as quickly as they arrived; back beyond the unmapped Omega-4 Relay. Until now, we've had no evidence of direct aggression by the Collectors. That's why I sent you to make sure."

"What are the Collectors getting from these 'deals'?"

The Illusive Man shrugged. "Who's to say? The Collectors generally seek out species with rare genetic mutations or abnormalities. They pay slavers and merc groups exorbitant sums to obtain these specimens, and then they leave. But they've never targeted a single species before, and the previous sample sizes were in the dozens, not the tens of thousands. That's enough to get my attention."

Shepard nodded. "Any idea why they've shifted their focus to humans?"

"If they're agents for the Reapers, it could be any number of reasons. Obviously, humanity played a huge role in Sovereign's destruction. That might have been enough to draw their attention." He looked aside in thought. "What really concerns me is why they bother abducting the colonists. They seem to go out of their way to capture them. I haven't heard anything about a ransom, and while I haven't ruled out the possibility of intentional genocide against humanity, it doesn't seem the likely answer, considering the relatively low-key attacks, as well as the fact that the Collectors keep their hostages alive during retrieval. They're kidnapping us for some reason, and I don't like the implications." He took a smoke, and Shepard took that as a chance to interrupt with another question.

"Do you know anything about the Omega-4 Relay? Why we've never been able to get to the other side of its sister relay?"

The Illusive Man shook his head as he returned his gaze to the commander. "We know nothing at all. Like everyone else, we only know that any ship passing through it has never returned. Our best guess is that the relay reacts differently to Collector vessels, allowing them safe passage. If they can manipulate relays, that's just further evidence of the connection between them and the Reapers."

Shepard crossed his arms, and the Illusive Man saw him adopt a skeptical look. "While I'm thrilled that someone else believes in the Reaper threat, I still find it hard to believe that a mythical race of aliens is tied to them. The Reapers haven't been seen for fifty thousand years. Just how do you see the Collectors connected to them?"

The Illusive Man shrugged, comfortable with revealing his mirrored skepticism. "Truthfully, I don't know. The only thing I know for a fact is that humanity is under attack, and that the Collectors are behind it. The galaxy refuses to act, seeing the abductions as seemingly random pirate attacks, and so I must take steps to stop this threat personally. Whether the Collectors are truly allied with the Reapers is an issue that will undoubtedly be dealt with during this mission."

Shepard looked satisfied with the explanation and nodded. "If you're serious about this, then I'll need an army. Or a really good team."

The Illusive Man nodded, satisfied with Shepard's agreement. He pulled up his console with his hand and began the sequence that would send relevant information to Shepard's private email system he had set up for the commander to use over the course of the mission. "An army would be too difficult to manage. A small team of operatives would be better suited for this task." His finger hovered over the files he was prepared to send, each named after the respective dossier inside. "I've already compiled a list of soldiers, scientists, and mercenaries for you and have weeded out all but the most capable. You'll get dossiers on the best of them." He pressed the send button. "Finding them and convincing them to work with you could be challenging, but you're a natural leader." He spared Shepard a look. "I'll continue to track the Collectors. When they make their next appearance, I'll notify you and your team. Be ready."

Shepard nodded, and the Illusive Man made to close the channel before the commander suddenly voiced another question. "I had a good team when I stopped Saren. You have any idea what happened to them, and if they're still available?"

The Illusive Man sighed slightly, expecting this eventual question as soon as he had confirmed that Shepard would survive Project Lazarus. "Most of them have moved on after your death. Some have progressed in their career, others have changed allegiances, and some have disappeared altogether." His last statement earned a startled look from the commander, and so the leader of Cerberus clarified. "Chief Williams is still with the Alliance. Promoted, I believe. Her file is surprisingly well-classified, though her role in the galaxy has substantially shrunk since your death, and so she wasn't worth noting for very long. The turian disappeared a few months after you were declared dead. Much to my chagrin, even we haven't been able to locate him. The krogan returned to Tuchanka and hasn't been off-world in over a year. Our last update confirmed he's trying to unite the krogan clans." He took a brief smoke before continuing. "Dr. T'Soni is on Illium. My sources say she's working for the Shadow Broker. If so, she can't be trusted." He emphasized his last statement with a slight shake of his head, hoping to convey to the commander just how suspicious he believed the asari to be in her current line of employment. "As for the quarian, it seems she's unavailable for recruitment, at least for the moment. Miranda suggested we keep tabs on her and recruit her should her current mission with the quarian fleet end. She's a talented engineer, and her expertise could certainly help our cause."

"So even though Cerberus and the quarians have a history that's less than delightful, you're considering putting her on my team?"

The Illusive Man nodded. "I won't throw away a valuable resource, Shepard. Suffice it to say that our history was just a simple misunderstanding of both parties, and none of your business." He added the last part with a hint of an edge to further emphasize how serious he was about Shepard keeping to himself. "You're a leader, Shepard. You'll get who you need."

Shepard seemed to take the hint, backing off that subject in favor of a new one. "I'm still a Spectre. Maybe I can get the Council to help me out."

The Illusive Man flicked his cigarette into an ashtray to free it of ash. "If you can convince them to lend their support, by all means." He doubted Shepard would be able to get more than a simple show of good faith from the leaders of Citadel Space, but he had doubted the commander before, and had been surprised by the man's knack for achieving the impossible. "Just remember: you've been gone a long time. Things could have changed."

Shepard nodded. "You worry about the Collectors. I'll make sure my team's ready."

The Illusive Man inclined his head, feeling the pride of a good plan coming together already. "Good. A few things before you go. There are a number of places I could recommend you begin your search for crew members to aid you in your mission. Chief among them are two places that I feel are as important as they are mysterious." Shepard cocked an eyebrow, but allowed the Illusive Man to continue. "A few days ago, we intercepted reports of an unidentified phenomenon occurring just outside the planet Laban's atmosphere in the Enoch system of the Rosetta Nebula cluster. A passing mining vessel reported what looked to be a lightning storm in space forming just outside Laban's atmosphere, before something described as metallic was jettisoned from the middle of the storm onto the planet's surface." He clasped his hands together. "Two teams have since been sent to the planet's surface to account for this thing, but haven't reported back. I'd like you to go and investigate what happened on Laban."

"Why is that so important?" Shepard asked. "I thought I was supposed to be finding a way to destroy the Collectors."

The Illusive Man nodded. "You are. But I believe this could be just as important in the long run, and it might be to your benefit if you find out just what that metallic thing was. Space phenomenon has always been a fairly common occurrence, given the size of the known galaxy, but never have we seen anything like what the mining vessel reported. A lightning storm in space, forming just outside a planet's atmosphere, is certainly strange, but the fact that something came from that storm is what concerns me. I'm not casting random speculation out there, Shepard; it's possible this could be connected to the Reapers."

That got Shepard's attention. "How so?"

The Illusive Man took one last smoke from his cigarette before he discarded it in the ashtray. "We've already confirmed that the Reapers conduct some sort of cyclic extinction periodically in the galaxy. They intend to wipe us out at some point or another, possibly within our lifetime if they have the chance. But where are they until then?" He left the question hanging in the air, not really intending to give Shepard a chance to answer. "I have no idea, and neither does any other race in the galaxy. But they know about us. Even worse, they know about you." He pointed at Shepard. "I'm led to believe that they have an eye on us here in the galaxy from wherever they are in the universe. This lightning storm could be what they intended to be an isolated event that would drop something into our known galaxy, intending to inform them of our progress as a galactic community. It could be something that would reveal our numbers, our technological advancement as a galactic society, or any other number of things." He shrugged. "And that's just one theory. What I need you to do is go to Laban, find that metallic structure, and give me an idea of what we're dealing with."

Shepard nodded. "Alright. I'll start there."

The Illusive Man mirrored the nod. "It's up to you. I just think it would be to our mutual benefit if we can affirm or discard my theory that this object is Reaper-connected." He lit up another cigarette, during which Shepard waited patiently for him to continue. "The other location is the planet Trebin, in the Antaeus System of the Hades Gamma cluster. Our scientists recently made a discovery below the planet's surface that, in the end, I've decided to give to you as support for this mission."

Shepard shrugged. "What is it?"

The Illusive Man took a smoke before responding with a shake of his head. "Truthfully, I'm not entirely sure. I would dedicate more time and resources to understanding it, but I feel you could make more use of it than I could at the moment. A team of scientists found what they believed to be a cryostasis chamber built deep within the planet's crust. After cracking into the facility, they discovered an armored figure inhabiting the chamber, frozen in stasis. No records of any kind were within the facility, so we have no idea who or what is in there. My scientists haven't brought the inhabitant out of stasis yet, but they've determined that it is giving off vital signs, and that removing it from the premises before waking it could be fatal to whatever is inside. Just from observation, it looks human, but the technology is nothing like we've ever seen."

Shepard crossed his arms. "Wouldn't this be an excellent opportunity for you to study it? Maybe learn something from the technology?"

The Illusive Man nodded. "It would, but initial attempts at studying the technology proved to be a waste of time. To get real results, we'd have to bring it back to a science lab. I was prepared to authorize that when Miranda suggested she take a look. Considering it's not going anywhere, I've allowed her access to the site. I want you to go to Trebin and take a look for yourself. You're one of my most valuable assets now; I trust you to make the right call. If you think whatever it is can help you in your mission, you may take it as your own."

"And if it's some sort of Reaper tech?"

"You might want to consider allowing my scientists to study it, if only to see what exactly the Reapers are capable of. With luck, we might be able to reverse-engineer the technology and adapt it for our own use. If you believe it to be too much of a threat, however, well... It's your call." Shepard nodded, and the Illusive Man nodded back, ready to send Shepard on his way. "That being said, you may begin your search for your team wherever you wish. I've forwarded all relevant data and dossiers to you so that you can review them at your leisure."

Shepard's face looked skeptical. "And just how am I supposed to see them? My suit isn't interfaced with a mailing system."

The Illusive Man smiled. "I would suggest you use your new ship's private terminal. Your pilot should be able to direct you to it." With that mysterious statement, the Illusive Man terminated the connection.

As the Illusive Man terminated the connection, Shepard wondered idly just what the man was talking about. He almost expected to be stationed on a Cerberus ship, but the Illusive Man's tone suggested he was getting a new ship for himself. Further speculation was interrupted by the sound of light footsteps before a voice called out from behind him. "Hey, Commander. Just like old times, huh?" Flight Lieutenant Jeff "Joker" Moreau asked with a grin.

Surprised, Shepard turned and grinned at his old helmsman. "Joker!" He quickly closed the distance between them, grabbing the crippled man's hand in a firm handshake and giving it a good pump, his other hand resting on the man's shoulder in a show of friendship. "It's good to see you. I never expected to see you here of all places."

Joker shrugged as he began walking back up the ramp that led to the waiting room upstairs. "Well, life is full of crazy things. Talking jellyfish, robots with flashlights for faces, and old friends coming back to life two years after they died." He grinned at his own joke, and Shepard couldn't help but do the same. "It's good to see you, though, Commander. Never thought I'd see you again."

Shepard smiled as he topped the ramp with the helmsman. "I still can't believe it's you, Joker." The revelation of waking up in Cerberus' arms left the commander with the belief that he would be surrounded by people absolutely loyal to their cause, the entire lot complete strangers. Even if it was one face he recognized, Shepard couldn't have been more relieved.

"Look who's talking," Joker replied. "I saw you get spaced. All on account of my stubbornness. If I hadn't have been so obsessed with-"

"Joker, it's okay," Shepard interrupted, momentarily stopping the pilot in his tracks to look him in the eye. "I understand completely. We all were a little crazy during the attack. It took us by surprise." He shook his head. "I'm not blaming you."

Joker looked away, though in shame or in relief, Shepard couldn't tell. "Well, I still shouldn't have done that. Emergency procedures and such..."

Shepard grinned. "Since when have you given a rat's ass about procedures?"

Joker grinned. "Well, y'know." He looked back, smiling as the tension broke between them. He began walking again as he continued the conversation. "How'd you survive anyway?"

"Got lucky, with a lot of strings attached." Shepard looked to Joker. "How'd you end up with Cerberus though?"

All humor died from Joker's eyes, and he hung his head as he continued walking, leading them deeper into the facility through several corridors. Shepard idly hoped the pilot knew where he was going, as he had gotten totally lost. "It all fell apart without you, Commander. Everything you stirred up, the Council just wanted gone."

Shepard nodded. "I can understand that. It was a lot of fire I threw at them. Can't imagine anyone really wanting to face up to that." He shook his head. "Hell, even I didn't want to believe it."

Joker looked at Shepard with convicting eyes. "But that's the point. You did. Everyone else shoved their faces in the sand and hoped it would blow over." Shepard could hear the bitterness in Joker's voice as he continued. "The team was broken up, records sealed, and I was grounded. The Alliance took the one thing that mattered to me. Hell yeah I joined Cerberus."

Shepard was surprised by the amount of passion in Joker's voice. Or perhaps it was just the bitterness. "You really trust the Illusive Man?" he asked cautiously, afraid to hear the answer.

A little bit of mirth returned to the pilot as they stopped before a large window looking out across a blackened room. "I don't trust anyone that makes more than I do. But they can't all be bad." He looked at his commander. "They brought you back. Let me fly." He looked back to the room. "And then there's this." Shepard looked out into the room, straining to make out the form of something in the room. As the lights kicked on, his eyes widened in surprise, with Joker adding, "They only told me last night."

The lights came on, one by one, illuminating a ship housed inside the massive room. Familiar pearl plating jumped out at Shepard like a varren hungry for meat, and as his eyes traveled the sleek length of the ship, he couldn't suppress the grin that found its way to his face. It was almost too good to be true, and yet as he noted the familiar dorsal fins at the tail of the ship, as well as the unique vector thrust nozzles sitting on the wings, Shepard could feel skepticism replaced with excitement.

"It's good to be home, huh, Commander?"

Shepard just nodded, staring out at the rebuilt frigate that looked exactly as his old ship, if not much bigger. He noticed the vacant place where a name would be stenciled, and looked to Joker with a knowing smile. "I guess we'll have to give her a name, won't we?"

Joker only smiled back.

Shepard and Joker were given rooms to spend the night in the Cerberus facility, waiting until the next day to christen the ship. After a military-esque breakfast in the facility's cafeteria, Shepard was escorted to the Normandy by Jacob and Miranda. Joker had already eaten and had gone to the ship early to prepare it for its first launch, and so Shepard entered the Normandy's airlock to find the ship manned and ready to fly. It was much like the Normandy he remembered. A hallway connecting the bridge to the Combat Information Center was lined with servers designed to monitor everything about the Normandy. Each server was manned by a crewman in Cerberus uniform, and Shepard was beginning to feel impressed already. He walked toward the main chamber of the CIC, noting that a galaxy map terminal was still centered at the back of the room. Currently, the terminal was displaying an entire blueprint of the Normandy in an orange light. Crewmen milled about, still wrapping up last-minute preparations, but the efforts seemed organized and focused. Several armored figures stood at attention throughout the ship, guns relaxed in hand but still held ready, and Shepard assumed them to be security. Shepard nodded to himself, impressed as Jacob and Miranda came to a stop beside him.

"Welcome to the new Normandy, Commander," Jacob said, his own face broken into a smile as he was obviously proud of the accomplishment his organization had achieved.

"We're fully staffed?" Shepard asked, stepping closer to the display of the Normandy, noting with surprise that the display was actually a real-time display of the Normandy itself. Dots with names attached to them were moving about the network of rooms inside the display, and Shepard saw his own dot standing where it should be, in the CIC, next to two dots labeled 'Lawson' and 'Taylor'.

"Yes, Commander. Everyone is at their stations awaiting your orders." Miranda replied, remaining a respectable distance from him as he admired his ship. Still marveling over the ship's design, Shepard didn't reply, and Miranda decided to begin. "I've reviewed the dossiers the Illusive Man has supplied us, as well as the information regarding the cryostasis chamber on Trebin and the lightning storm outside Laban's atmosphere. I'd strongly recommend investigating the chamber to determine the nature of the item the science team discovered."

Shepard turned from the display to look at Miranda, his mind going from amazement to business in half a second. "Why do you think it's top priority?"

Miranda crossed her arms. "The Illusive Man thinks the discovery is important. That's all I need to make my decision."

"Then you'd better get used to thinking outside the box, Ms. Lawson," Shepard responded. "I won't have my crewmembers making decisions based on blind faith." He crossed his arms, awaiting a reply.

Miranda cocked her head, slightly peeved but more impressed. "Very well. The science team discovered what they believe to be someone in some sort of body armor. The armor itself is unidentifiable by galactic records; we have no idea who could have made such a suit of armor. The technology is theorized to be more advanced than any species in the galaxy, however, which makes the find significant. The Illusive Man would like us to assist the science team when they attempt to wake the being inside the armor. It may be hostile, and if it has to be put down, the Illusive Man would like us to do so with minimal damage to the suit itself."

"So this thing..." Shepard said, leaning on the central display as he considered Miranda's logic. "Do we know how long it's been frozen?"

"Ice core dating puts it at over ten thousand years old."

Shepard thought it was as unbelieving as she sounded. "Ten thousand years?" He stroked his chin, considering the possibilities. "It can't be human, that much is for certain. Could it be asari?"

Miranda shrugged. "Doubtful, but we don't know for sure. Nothing in asari records match the look of the suit. We suspect the technology is more advanced than any known galactic species ever was that long ago. That's the mystery."

"How do we know it's more technologically advanced than anything in the galaxy?" Shepard asked.

"The suit appears to have an onboard computer, and all of our best attempts at accessing it to gain an idea of the suit's origin was met with failure." She shook her head to emphasize just how bad the failures were. "Our hackers had barely started before the suit's firewalls shut them out. With our current level of technology, the suit is unhackable."

"The suit also appears to have a weapons system built into it," Jacob added. "Initial scans have hinted at a self-sustaining energy source inside that powers the suit and its weapons, much like the older gun models a few years ago. It's much more sophisticated than anything we've seen, though," he added, with a hint of jealousy. "Our top scientists at the site think it's impervious to overheating."

Shepard nodded. "So it can't be prothean either... could it?" He wracked his brain for all he knew about the protheans, trying to see if the suit of armor - and whoever was inside - could be related to the hyper advanced race of aliens.

Miranda shook her head. "Again, doubtful. They were wiped out over fifty thousand years ago. The dating on the suit doesn't put it that old."

Shepard nodded again. "The suit isn't going anywhere, if the reports are to be believed. It's been frozen for ten thousand years. It can wait a few more days. I think our best course of action is to investigate that metallic object that fell onto Laban's surface and the two fire team's disappearance."

"Investigating the disappearance of the fire teams seems to be the most logical course," a feminine voice suddenly stated, and Shepard looked toward the intercoms reflexively, wondering who had said that, and how they were listening in on his conversation. The voice didn't sound normal. Almost as if...

"What was that?" he asked. A sudden blue light from behind him drew his attention back to the display, where a blue orb had appeared. He quickly learned that this was 'who' had spoken.

"I am the Normandy's artificial intelligence. The crew likes to refer to me as 'EDI,'" the AI elaborated. As she spoke, a lighter blue band that ran vertically across the face of the orb moved in time with her words, as if it were a vertical mouth.

Shepard crossed his arms in thought as he considered the AI in front of him. Other than Sovereign, he had never run across a true AI that could speak; the only ones he had ever encountered were geth, and they were always shooting at him. And Sovereign was a Reaper. He had always wondered about them, though, and EDI seemed polite enough.

Despite his judgments either way, he settled with a neutral stance. "I don't see you having an easy time with my helmsman. Joker really isn't the type of pilot to turn over his ship to an AI."

"I do not helm the ship," EDI politely countered. "Mr. Moreau's talents will not go to waste."

Shepard had not expected her answered, as he couldn't think of any other use for an AI aboard a ship. "So what do you do? And what does 'EDI' stand for?"

"EDI is the phonetic pronunciation of E-D-I. That is an acronym for 'Enhanced Defense Intelligence.' During combat, I operate the electronic and cyberwarfare suites. Beyond that, I have minimal interaction with the ship's systems. I observe and offer analysis and advice. I also collate the records of shipboard monitoring devices for the Illusive Man." The fluctuating band suddenly turned red as EDI continued. "I seem to serve additional functions which are restricted at this time."

That caught him by surprise. He never figured that an AI would be unaware of even a single function it was capable of. "Restrictions?"

"Correct," EDI continued, the vertical stripe still red. "Some of my databases are sealed. Some of my hardware is kept offline. I assume that when certain unknown conditions are met, those functions will be released to me."

Shepard looked to Miranda and Jacob for an explanation, to which Miranda obliged. "Basically, it's a shackled AI. Security precautions built in for our safety." She gave Shepard a knowing glance. "The field of artificial intelligence has had rocky results, the geth being a prime example. Until EDI is fully tested, we're keeping certain systems offline until needed."

Shepard nodded, looking back at the AI. "Explain your cyberwarfare capabilities. I want to know just how useful such systems could be in combat."

"In close range ship-to-ship combat, I am capable of breaking into the firewalls of an enemy's internal wireless network. Once I seize control of their systems, I can turn off gravity or air. I can disable weapons guidance or shields. I can put their fusion plant in meltdown. On the defense, I manage Normandy's own suite of jammers, decoys, and internal firewalls."

"Considering the stealth capabilities of the Normandy, getting in close should be no problem," Jacob added.

Shepard nodded. "That's impressive." EDI didn't comment, and so he asked a final question of the AI. "What about these monitoring devices?"

"The Illusive Man has invested a significant portion of Cerberus' resources into this project, including recovery of your body, the research capable of restoring your life, the design and construction of this ship, and the recruitment of the hundreds of agents responsible for our current position," EDI explained thoroughly. "He has an interest in monitoring our progress."

Shepard nodded, assuming as much. "What types of monitoring devices does he have in place?"

"Audio and visual monitoring devices are scattered throughout the ship. Beyond that, I do not know.

Shepard nodded. "Well, that's neither here nor there. I think you'll be a great addition to the team. Thank you, EDI," he said in dismissal.

"You're welcome, Shepard. Logging you out." EDI's avatar disappeared from the display, and Shepard turned to the two Cerberus agents.

"Besides being a part of my team, what are your positions on the Normandy?"

"I'm your Executive Officer for this mission," Miranda replied first. "I'll manage day-to-day operations and make sure the ship and its crew are working to maximum efficiency. I report to you on matters that concern the mission but are not sensitive to Cerberus, and direct concerns to you when they demand your attention. Beyond that, I make sure the mission goes smoothly so that you may concentrate on tactical planning and execution."

Shepard nodded. She knew her duties well, and so Shepard felt comfortable having her serve as his XO. He didn't voice his suspicion that she would also keep an eye on him to make sure the mission progressed in a way to further Cerberus' interests; it was fairly obvious she would do so. He turned to Jacob. "And you?"

"I'm the Armory Chief. I'm in charge of maintaining and upgrading all the weapons, armor, and new weapons tech we get our hands on. I'm also head of security on the Normandy. All of security reports to me. I'll make you aware of any concerns we may find on the ship, but I'll do my best to take care of any problems myself to save you from the distraction. In the event of a ship-wide concern, dangerous or otherwise, I'll bring the matter to you for your judgment."

Shepard nodded. "Alright. I've made up my mind. We're going to investigate that phenomenon on Laban and find out what fell to the surface. Maybe if we're lucky, the fire teams just lost communications because of that storm." He nodded to them both in dismissal. "Dismissed." Miranda simply nodded back but Jacob stood at attention and saluted, to which Shepard returned. As the security chief headed to the armory and his XO headed off to her office on Deck 3, Shepard walked around to the galaxy map, but before he could scale the ramp to the virtual interface, he was intercepted by a young woman with short, red hair and a perky attitude. She stopped before him and saluted.

"Welcome aboard, Commander. I'm Yeoman Kelly Chambers." When Shepard returned the salute, she lowered her hand, taking a more comfortable stance as she continued. "I've been assigned as your administrative assistant during the course of this mission. I'll manage your messages, keep you notified of any appointments you may have, and will keep you informed of any business any of the crew consider important and for your ears only."

Shepard cocked an eyebrow. "Executive Officer Lawson is more suited for that type of task."

"The Illusive Man wanted Executive Lawson's attention focused solely on mission progress and updates. She is his primary link to the Normandy. As such, he wanted basic administrative tasks to be handled by someone else."

"So a VI would be cheaper," Shepard countered.

Unperturbed, Chambers nodded. "Correct, but being your yeoman is just my official role. Unofficially, I observe the crew."

"In what way?" Shepard asked.

Proudly, Chambers stood straighter as she relayed what Shepard assumed to be her favorite part of the job. "I serve as the Normandy's psychiatrist. I have a degree in psychology, and so watch for any sign of stress that may be connected to the nature of our mission." She gave him a knowing glance. "When we signed up for this, we were told it was likely our last mission we'll ever serve."

Shepard's eyebrows raised in surprise. "And you all signed on anyway?"

Chambers nodded. "Yes. This mission was strictly voluntary, with the Illusive Man handpicking every agent you see on this ship. You have the best of the best at your disposal, Commander." Her brows furrowed. "Despite this, however, we're all still human, and are capable of cracking under pressure. My job is to look for the warning signs, and to head them off before they become a problem. One breakdown can damage moral more severely than suffering heavy casualties."

Shepard nodded, smiling in approval. "I'm sure you'll be an asset to the team, Ms. Chambers."

She smiled. "Please, call me Kelly."

Shepard smiled back. "I'm afraid that won't be professional, and until I get my bearings, I'd like to keep it that way."

Her smile didn't falter. "Very well, Commander. I understand. Should you feel the need to talk, I'm always available. Commanders feel the pressure as much as their crew."

"Sometimes, even more so," Shepard agreed. He nodded to her. "Carry on."

She returned to her post with a curt reply. "Yes sir. Be sure to check your messages. You've received a number of them." She pointed to the two terminals on the other side of the galaxy map before returning to her own terminal. Shepard moved to the computer, recognizing a fingerprint reader to the side and pressing his thumb to the black scanner. A moment later, the terminal flared to life

[WELCOME, COMMANDER SHEPARD]

The operating system felt familiar to Shepard, though he could detect subtle differences between Cerberus' terminal and the Alliance's terminals. He quickly adapted, however, and scrolled through his messages one by one, reviewing them briefly before closing down the terminal. There'd be time to looking at them in more detail later. He instead ascended the steps to the galaxy map, the interface coming to life as he drew near. He quickly plotted a course for Laban, and the galaxy map's interface forwarded the coordinates to the bridge, where Joker would begin the flight.

"Course plotted, Commander. ETA to the next Mass Relay, about two hours."

Shepard watched the galaxy map for a moment, seeing the Normandy's signature begin to move in the direction of the Mass Relay, before stepping down. He felt the small thump as the magnetic locks disengaged from the ship's hull, and knew the ship to be in motion, though the mass effect fields within the ship would keep anyone from feeling it.

Knowing they were on their way, Shepard made his way to the bridge, intending to see how his helmsman was handling the new Normandy. Every soldier he passed saluted him, and it was almost unreal to believe he was standing inside a Cerberus vessel. He would have figured his time with the Alliance would have tarnished his name within this organization; he certainly didn't do them any favors when he dismantled their many operations two years ago. Despite that, every soldier here showed him the respect he would expect from Alliance military, and it only took a quick second to fall into the familiar lifestyle. He walked up the path to the cockpit, still marveling the accuracy of the Normandy's layout, and stopped at Joker's pilot seat. Joker turned to look at his commander, excitement evident on his face.

"Can you believe this, Commander? It's my baby, better than new! Fits me like a glove!" Joker gushed. He was squirming in his chair, and Shepard could see that the seats weren't military design. "And leather seats! Military may set the hardware standard, but on a first-gen frigate they could care less if the seats breath." He patted an armrest. "Civilian sector comfort by design."

The blue avatar of EDI suddenly appeared the left, drawing the attention of both men to her as EDI added, "The reproduction is not intended to be perfect, Mr. Moreau. Seamless improvements were made."

The moment EDI spoke, all joy seemed to drain out of Joker. "And there's the downside," he said, gesturing to EDI with his head. "I liked the Normandy when she was beautiful and quiet. Now she's got this thing I don't even want to talk about. It's like ship cancer." Even when concerned about an issue about something as important as his ship, the man still found a way to joke about it. Probably why the man was named as he was.

Shepard smiled at EDI's avatar. "I like her so far. I can see EDI being very helpful in our mission."

"Thank you, Commander," EDI responded. "I assure you that I will function at optimal capacity in the interest of completing our mission."

Joker wasn't convinced. "Sure, but what do you do when it decides to shoot us out an airlock?"

EDI didn't comment, and Shepard shook his head. "I'm sure that won't happen." Truthfully, he didn't know if EDI was capable of such a thing, but he hoped not. And even if she was, he needed to inspire confidence in Joker that such an act wouldn't happen.

"Ever the fearless leader, Commander," Joker said. "So that means we're staying? Because I could totally get used to the real leather thing."

Shepard just chuckled. "Good to know you're keeping it all in perspective. Carry on." He looked to EDI and nodded. "I apologize for my helmsman's skepticism. AIs have a checkered past in galactic history."

"Acknowledged," EDI replied. "Mr. Moreau's mistrust is well-placed, given his experience."

Shepard nodded again at her. "I hope you'll prove him wrong, EDI."

"Thank you, Commander," she replied.

Feeling nothing more to say, Shepard walked out of the cockpit, leaving the AI alone with Joker.

Shepard took a moment to inspect his quarters at the top of the elevator, extremely pleased to find such an accommodating cabin for his own private use. He took some time exploring and, after a thorough examination, continued his inspection of the Normandy. He took the elevator to Deck 3, where he quickly found an amusing character that served as the cook.

"Commander Shepard, hero of the Citadel! You did humanity proud that day!" The cook saluted, unable to suppress a toothy grin, and Shepard saluted back as he introduced himself. "Mess Sergeant Rupert Gardner, and may I say just what an honor it is to serve under your command." The mess sergeant looked to be around fifty, with a hard face and balding head crowned with thinning silver hair. His enthusiasm was a surprise to Shepard, who found himself smiling in the presence of the cook.

"Mess Sergeant, eh?" Shepard looked around the small galley, noting it to be slightly bigger than the last Normandy's. "You're the ship's cook?"

"Among other things," Rupert agreed. "I'm also the facilities technician and custodian. HVAC, plumbing, non-mission-critical electrical. I make sure they're all clean and running."

Shepard tilted his head in doubt. "So the man cleaning the toilets is also preparing the meals?"

"I wash my hands..." Rupert said in defense, though Shepard could tell it was weak. "...most of the time." He had been looking aside in possible shame, but quickly returned his gaze to Shepard. "This ain't no luxury liner. You have to pull your own weight on a Cerberus vessel, and I catch what falls through the cracks." He suddenly laughed, as if entertained by a joke. "Heh...through the cracks."

Shepard didn't get it, but crossed his arms as he looked sternly at the cook. "Wash your hands all the time. Every time. That's an order, Mess Sergeant."

The order was given politely, but Mess Sergeant Rupert knew enough about Alliance military that Shepard was serious. He saluted somewhat doubtfully. "Yes sir. Won't be a problem, sir."

Shepard nodded, smiling again. "Good. You have everything you need, or did Cerberus miss a few things prepping this ship?"

Rupert shrugged, looking around at the assortment of food prep he had lying around. "I make do, but have you ever tried to prepare a decent meal with military provisions?" Shepard didn't answer, but the simple truth was that all marines universally agreed the best way to eat was fast. You didn't always have time to stuff your face before every mission. The mess sergeant continued his rant, oblivious to Shepard's silence as he leaned on the counter. "I'm good, but I'm no miracle worker. Taking down the Collectors is going to be rough business. The crew deserves a few fine meals before they throw themselves into the fire."

Shepard could relate with the man; he had eaten many MREs in his life to know that cardboard with seasoning could replace many of the flavors of MREs. "What do you need? I have some business with the Citadel that I'll be taking care of within the next week."

"I appreciate the offer, Commander," Rupert said, relief evident on his face. "I'll write some stuff down and forward it to you within the next day or so."

Shepard nodded. "Then I won't take any more of your time." He offered the man a salute, to which the mess sergeant returned, before turning to leave. As he turned, he looked through the window of the Med Bay to see a familiar face.

It can't be...

But it was. Surprise flooded through Shepard's system as he strode to the Med Bay, and as he stepped inside, he was greeted with the welcome figure of Dr. Karin Chakwas.

"Karin!"

The older woman was startled but, upon seeing her visitor, smiled and stood from her chair to embrace her old Commander. "John! It's so good to see you again!"

The two separated, and Shepard couldn't help but smile as he took Chakwas in. "You look good, Karin. How've the last few years treated you? Better than me, I hope." He said the last with a smile, hoping to put a bit of cheer in her, but if anything, it had the opposite effect.

"I really don't know how I managed the last couple of years, John." Pain colored her voice, and Shepard could see that the last two years were indeed hard on the older woman. "Watching the Normandy crumble with you on board was devastating. To see you alive and in one piece..." She wiped her eye of a threatening tear. "It's nothing short of a miracle."

Shepard rested a hand on her shoulder. "It's alright, Karin. I'm here."

Chakwas smiled halfheartedly as she waved his attempts of comfort away. "Oh, don't mind me. Us women are so emotional in our older years." She composed herself, smiling back at him with renewed joy. "It really is good to see you, John."

Shepard smiled. "Same here. It's nice to see another trusted face."

Chakwas smiled. "I feel the same. I wish more of the original crew could be here."

That statement brought an idea to Shepard. "If you don't mind me saying so, it's strange to see you on a Cerberus vessel." He cocked an eyebrow at her. "When did you start working for them?"

Chakwas shook her head. "I don't work for Cerberus - I work for you." Her eyes sparked with vigor and determination as she continued, "I was approached by the Illusive Man about half a year after you had died. He claimed to have recovered your body and had almost found a way to save you. I didn't believe it, but he gave me access to a few files that more than convinced me that there was still hope. I wasted no time in applying for an indefinite leave of absence - I could never abandon my post - and signed on to work with Cerberus on the condition that, should you survive, my service was handed over to you. The Illusive Man agreed and brought me aboard. I worked with Ms. Lawson closely to bring you back to life." She sniffed. "It's still too hard to believe sometimes." She shook her head as she returned to the subject. "Being here is unnerving, to be sure. Cerberus hasn't achieved the best reputation out there. But I have faith that your dealings with Cerberus will be ethical, John. I trust you to make the right choices." Chakwas regarded him with a smile.

"All the same, I would like to know why you left the Alliance." His face showed concern, and he hoped Chakwas would come clean with her reasoning. "You've been with the Alliance for years now. Why leave all of a sudden?"

Chakwas took a seat, prompting Shepard to do the same, before she told her tale. "After the Normandy was lost, the surviving crew was reassigned. I was stationed at the Mars Naval Medical Center. A very respectable position, but it wasn't on a starship."

Shepard smiled slightly. "Colonial life isn't for you?"

Chakwas chuckled. "Not really. I've spent most of my life on warships, never knowing what the next mission will bring." Chakwas smiled at herself as she recollected past memories. "I'm used to the hum of the engines, the creaking of bulkheads, that subtle vertigo when the momentum dampeners kick in." She returned to the present, turning her smile to Shepard with a shrug. "Life planetside is just too static. Too boring."

Shepard laughed. "Always the romantic." Chakwas only chuckled, and Shepard's face grew more serious. "There's a very good chance this mission will be a one-way trip." He looked Karin dead in the eye. "Are you prepared for that?"

Chakwas, surprisingly, smiled and nodded. "I've been through the Reclaiming of Shanxi, the Skyllian Blitz...We went through your missions as a Spectre, surviving the Battle of the Citadel and the destruction of the Normandy together." Her smile grew wider. "I've lived a full life. No regrets. I'd like to make sure the crew gets the same opportunity."

Shepard nodded, smiling at her commitment. He hoped all the soldiers under his command would have her level of determination. "I'm glad you feel that way, Karin. I have a feeling we'll need that type of attitude to truly come out of this alive."

"As long as we come out alive," was all Karin said, though her face said she was fine with just the opposite, so long as they made a difference.

Shepard nodded once more before taking in the Med Bay in full. "This medical bay is pretty impressive. Do you have everything you need?"

Chakwas looked out across the Med Bay as well. "I believe so. This medical bay seems very much like the sick bay on the original Normandy, just bigger." She chuckled slightly. "The only thing missing are my private reserves. I even had a bottle of Serrice Ice Brandy that I was saving for a special occasion."

Shepard raised an eyebrow. "I didn't figure you to be a brandy type of gal, Karin."

Chakwas reached over to lightly slap his arm, though she smiled all the same. "Just because I'm highly professional doesn't mean I can't let my hair down every once in a while." Her smile died a little. "It really isn't that big of a deal, anyway, but I had held onto that particular bottle for such a long time. It seems such a waste."

Shepard smiled. "Considering the galaxy's scope, a bottle of Serrice Ice Brandy might be hard to come by, but I'll keep a look out for one."

Chakwas chuckled. "You needn't. It's expensive, and we have much larger concerns ahead." Her brow furrowed. "And speaking of larger concerns, as your personal physician, I would recommend a full physical before you see any more combat."

Shepard smiled, but his own brow furrowed in confusion. "Any particular reason why?"

"Being your physician, the Illusive Man cleared me for access to your medical files. They've certainly upgraded you when they brought you back to life, but the files also made me aware of many different cybernetic pieces they've installed into your body to keep you alive." She rose, and Shepard with her, as she activated her omni-tool. "The cybernetics are ground-breaking. As time goes on, they integrate with your body to form a seamless organism. They may be synthetic, but they will be every part your body as your heart or lungs are. I just want to check and make sure they aren't causing any unforeseen complications in your body."

Shepard nodded, and Chakwas directed him to a bed before beginning her scans. "You think these scars are a result of the cybernetics?" he said, gesturing to his face. The scars glowed an orange color, completely unnatural, and that had bothered him slightly ever since waking up.

"I believe so, yes. I won't know much until I run a full body scan." She configured her omni-tool before holding it over Shepard's body. "This will take some time. Relax."

Shepard closed his eyes and allowed his mind to wander as Chakwas began her examination. He briefly considered the mission, and their chances of surviving. He knew it was a suicide mission, but at the same time, he felt at peace, knowing he was going to try his best to give humanity a chance. That thought turned him to the people he had met so far aboard the Normandy. In particular, Miranda was the most interesting. She was cold and calculating, but he could tell she was deeply passionate about Cerberus, and knew there was a story there. The fact that she was the Illusive Man's personal agent aboard this mission was another talking point, something he wanted to discuss with her later. How much insight she would share remained to be seen, but if he was going to survive this mission, he needed to see where Miranda was coming from.

Jacob was another interesting contradiction. He and Shepard briefly spoke about their time in the military, and Shepard got a good vibe from the man. They never really spoke about why Jacob had joined Cerberus, though, and Shepard was pining to find out the man's reasons. He was very skilled, that much was sure; Shepard wanted to make sure he knew the man's motives before he got comfortable with him.

Chakwas' voice interrupted his thoughts, bringing him back to the present. "Scans are complete, Commander. Would you like to hear what I've found?"

Shepard nodded as he sat up. "Of course. I need to know what they did to me."

"Physically, you'll notice several improvements," Chakwas began, looking at the holographic report on her omni-tool. It showed a full detailed look at Shepard's innards. "Your muscle density has increased. My assumption would be greater strength as a result. Your bone density has also been improved. Added the fact that your bones are now reinforced with adamantium plating, and your skeleton is nigh indestructible." She tapped a few keys on her omni-tool as she continued. "I've also noticed an enriched cardiovascular system. I doubt you'll ever get winded, Commander, and it might be beneficial for you to experiment holding your breath. You might be surprised at just how much longer you can go now." She chuckled. "Your lungs are much stronger than a normal human being's, and your nervous system has been fine-tuned. I suspect your reaction time has been improved dramatically. Mentally, I wouldn't expect much change at all, if any. The Illusive Man was quite adamant about leaving your facilities intact. He wanted you to be the exact same person you were before you died. Tampering with your mind would have likely changed that." The omni-tool faded, and she regarded the commander with praise. "These are all assumptions until proven in combat, but I fully expect you to notice a vast improvement in many of your capabilities."

Shepard nodded, having already suspected as much. "Thanks, Karin. Anything negative in those scans?"

Chakwas crossed her arms. "There was one minor thing I think you should be aware of." Shepard's raised eyebrow forced her to continue. "Your facial scarring is the result of unfinished medical therapy. Likely the attack at the Lazarus Station that forced Cerberus's hand." She traced a scar on Shepard's face as she continued. "My recommendation is that you keep a positive attitude while on this mission. Negative attitudes, stress and aggressive acts create adverse reactions with your cybernetic implants, while peaceful thoughts and compassionate actions promote healing. If you maintain a positive outlook, I believe your facial scarring will heal on its own." She took a step back to regard him in full. "Otherwise, there is surgical equipment we could use to insulate your cybernetic implants and accelerate your healing regardless of your mental outlook. I have the right tech in mind for the new medical equipment if you wish to consider this option. It might be expensive, however."

She left the option hanging there, and Shepard shook his head with a smile. "I doubt it will be a problem. I'm not the type of person to let anger get the better of me."

Chakwas nodded. "Very well, Commander. Just in case, however, I'll hold on to these specs should we ever need them." She smiled once more before asking, "Was there anything else? I much enjoy the chance to catch up again, but I feel you have much to do to prepare the Normandy for our shakedown."

Shepard nodded. "Right. If you need anything, you let me know, Karin."

She smiled and nodded. "I will, John. Thank you."

Shepard knocked on the door, waiting for an invitation before walking in. The door slid open and Shepard regarded his XO with interest as she finished up something on a terminal. She turned her gaze to him as he closed the doors behind him, though she didn't stop typing on her holographic keyboard. "Commander. What can I do for you?"

"Just how much trouble can I expect from you, Operative Lawson?" Shepard decided to be blunt, knowing that the lady was down-to-business and to-the-point. "You likely have access to my entire history, and so you can probably guess how I will command this mission. You can also correctly assume that my methods are vastly different from Cerberus, and that may cause trouble for your organization down the line in some way, shape or fashion."

Put on the defensive right from the start, Miranda was, for once, speechless as she considered her answer. Shepard noticed, with pride, that she had stopped everything she was doing and focused her full attention on him. "The amount of 'trouble' you can expect from me is only as much as you bring upon yourself, Commander." On the defensive, Miranda stood to her full height, looking Shepard square in the eye. "My objective is to see this mission to its end, to eliminate the Collector threat once and for all. You are alive because you are the single most important person on this mission. The entire mission revolves around your skills and your ability to properly use them. I understand that your interests lie with humanity as a whole, and I acknowledge your distrust of Cerberus, but I don't intend for you to compromise this mission based on morality or ethics."

Shepard nodded, crossing his arms. "If I make a decision that clearly harms Cerberus, what would your standing orders be?"

Miranda's stone-cold face revealed nothing. "I'm not at liberty to discuss my orders with you. They are from the Illusive Man, and as such are confidential unless he is inclined to share them with you." He could detect a hint of annoyance behind her façade as she continued. "Cerberus is not as evil as you believe. If I can help allay any of your concerns, I'd be more than happy to do so." She gestured for him to sit, and Shepard admired her professionalism as he did so. She followed suit, taking a seat in her chair and clasped her hands in front of her.

Shepard didn't give her time to speak, beginning the discussion himself. "Ms. Lawson, I am the commander of this vessel, as dictated by the Illusive Man. For me to lead this crew into the jaws of Hell itself, I need to make sure that my leadership will not be compromised under any circumstances. Your attachment to Cerberus is what concerns me at the moment." He saw her eyebrow twitch, but her expression remained neutral as he continued. "It should be fairly obvious to an individual such as yourself that we're going to have bumps in the road. My decisions may not reflect the interest of Cerberus, and some of them may even embarrass or set Cerberus back." He cocked his head as he looked at Miranda. "What exactly can I expect from either you or the Illusive Man if that is to happen? For my own benefit, Ms. Lawson. I need to know what I'm getting into if I'm going to be of help to the galaxy."

Miranda took a breath, likely composing her words as she sat back in her chair. "You are Cerberus's most valuable asset at the moment."

Her reply was interrupted by Shepard. "Don't speak about me as if I belong to Cerberus. We're simply working together toward a mutual goal."

Miranda wasn't intimidated, and looked at Shepard directly as she continued to prove it. "Asset, Commander, not agent. Cerberus is simply employing your talents for the benefit of mankind. You were revived because you alone possess the potential to succeed where others may fail. As long as you don't compromise Cerberus or irreparably damage our structure, you needn't fear of your actions. However, I must warn you against making rash decisions, as any act that may embarrass or negatively impact Cerberus will result in severe backlashing. The Illusive Man continues to hold you as his most valuable asset, but there are other options should you turn out to be more trouble than you're worth."

Shepard nodded. The lines were drawn. "I just want to make sure that you won't be a problem. If I make a decision, I expect you to follow along, despite your own misgivings. That is why the Illusive Man put me in charge." He held her gaze for a moment. "Can I expect that from you? Or will we have a problem?"

Miranda shook her head. "No sir. No problems." He couldn't tell if she were being sarcastic or if she was truly seeing just how serious he was, but he was betting on the former. Despite this, he nodded and changed the subject.

"Good." He thought about allowing a brief smile, but decided a rigid expression was best at the moment. He didn't need to look like a fool CO. He decided to talk about something Miranda was more comfortable with, to put her at ease as well as supply him with a little information. "What is Cerberus's long-term goal?"

Thrown off by the random question, Miranda's facial expression briefly flustered. "The advancement of the human race. Nothing more, nothing less." Shepard remained skeptical, and so the agent continued. "The salarians have their Special Tasks Group. The asari have their legendary commandos for stealth and recon operations. Cerberus is humanity's answer to those organizations."

Shepard shook his head. "But those organizations are regulated by governments. Who keeps Cerberus in check?"

Miranda shook her head. "Nobody. We're privately funded, and our backers trust the Illusive Man to make the right decisions. But he's very clear about our goals: to protect humanity and serve its advancement."

Shepard cocked his head as he scowled at Miranda. "And you've never thought that was wrong? Giving that much power to one man?"

Miranda shook her head. "I've worked with the Illusive Man for many years now, and he's given me no reason to doubt his conviction or resolve."

Unconvinced, Shepard remained quiet on that subject, but at the thought of the Illusive Man's extensive power, Shepard couldn't help but think of the cost it must have taken to bring him back to life, not to mention the cost of the Normandy SR-2. "What kind of resources does Cerberus have?"

Miranda shrugged. "We're very well funded, though I doubt anyone other than the Illusive Man knows exactly how well. Our resources aren't unlimited, though. Reviving you and rebuilding the Normandy was a significant investment. And a significant risk," she added, as if to remind Shepard that his revival was a favor to him, and not merely a necessity.

He ignored the comment. "Is there anything you can tell me about the Illusive Man?"

"Not much that you don't already know." She shook her head. "Even I don't have access to most of his background. And you've seen more of him than most ever do. It's rare for him to become directly involved in missions." She sounded slightly impressed, though Shepard really didn't find it that impressive. "Most of the time, he oversees projects or missions through reports or other agents. But you're something special."

Shepard smiled. "He knows I'm a time bomb. Sooner or later, I might do something that he needs to correct himself."

Miranda didn't rise to the bait. "Whatever else people might say about him, I can assure you he's got humanity's best interests at heart."

Shepard shook his head, unable to believe such commitment from someone in somebody they barely knew anything about. "How can you be sure of that if you know so little about him?"

Miranda looked slightly irked. "I didn't get to where I am without knowing how to gauge people's motives and ambitions. Even from brief encounters." Shepard wasn't convinced, but remained silent as she continued. "He's no saint, and he'd be the first to admit it, but he's committed. Humanity couldn't have a better advocate."

Shepard raised his eyebrows at this but didn't comment. Instead, he changed the subject. "Tell me about yourself, Miranda."

She paused for a moment before she answered. "I guess that's fair. I've spend the last two years learning everything there is to know about you." She sat back in her chair, clasping her hands in front of her as she began. "You should probably know that I've had extensive genetic modification." She shrugged nonchalantly. "Not my decision, but I make the most of it." Shepard could tell there was slight bitterness there, but still remained silent as she continued. "It's one of the reasons the Illusive Man handpicked me. I'm very good at just about anything I choose to do."

Shepard stroked his chin in thought, genuinely curious. "What level of genetic modification are we talking about?" Some people went through genetic modifications to improve themselves, a common practice especially in the military. Vision corrections, removal of genetic defects, greater muscle density, and many others were common among the Alliance.

"It's very thorough," Miranda stated informatively. "Physically, I'm superior in many ways. I heal quickly, and I'll likely live half again as long as the average human. My biotic abilities are also very advanced...for a human," she added nonchalantly, and Shepard understood. Aliens usually had a better grasp and skill in biotics; humans were still new to that playing field. "Add that to some of the best training and education money can buy, and...well...it's pretty impressive, really."

"You certainly don't lack for confidence," Shepard quipped.

"It's just a fact," Miranda said noncommittally. "My reflexes, my strength, even my looks. They're all designed to give me an edge." She shrugged. "No point in hiding from it."

"Sounds like you were designed to be perfect," Shepard commented.

"Maybe, but I'm not," corrected Miranda. "I'm still human, Shepard. I make mistakes like everyone else. And when I do, the consequences are severe. Everyone expects a lot from someone with my...abilities." She sounded reserved, as if she weren't proud of her gifts, and Shepard wondered just how thorough her genetic modifications were. "It's because of those expectations that I make it a priority to do my best at everything I do. It's the reason why I'm trusted to oversee the most dangerous, risky, and technically demanding operations Cerberus undertakes. And it's why I was assigned to you. It's my job to make sure you succeed, Shepard."

Shepard nodded, feeling better about the situation as a whole. He stood and gave Miranda a smile. "I appreciate the clarification, Miranda. I hope we can avoid a conflict of interest while on this mission."

"Agreed, Commander. If you need anything else, don't hesitate to ask."

Shepard nodded and left, leaving his XO to finish her report. The commander, meanwhile, had a mission to prepare for.