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Chapter 9: You Don't Know Jack

Commander John Shepard sighed as he read over the dossier for his next recruit. The former N7 Marine and Council Spectre leaned back in his chair, eyeballing the spacious captain's quarters the new Normandy offered with disgust before his eyes caught an illuminated photo. A pale blue Asari woman smiled shyly at the Commander and Shepard reached out slowly, brushing his fingers over the image of his former shipmate before shaking off his melancholy and turning his attention back to the file before him. Another Colony had vanished in the time he'd spent gathering forces on Omega and Shepard knew there wasn't time for anything but his mission. Much as he'd like to get back to the Citadel and as much as he wanted to see, hell even know Liara was okay, he had all of those who were lost to the Collectors to consider. It was selfish to divert the resources Cerberus had put at his disposal to anything less than the end of the Collector threat and Shepard continued to review the data, his fingers finding his omni-tool and accessing his personal mail.

Blue eyes scanned the extranet terminal briefly before Shepard composed several responses to the inquiries that were being made as to him still being alive. Anderson was getting a briefing more then an explanation and Hackett was better off not knowing. Spotting the name of his mother's ship, Shepard's fingers paused over the keys of his console and he sat back, rubbing his eyes wearily. This wasn't going to be a fun thing to explain.

"Hey mom, just wanted to let you know that no, I am not dead but I was up until that terrorist cell I ranted to you about two years ago recruited me to run an illegal operation in the Terminus systems."

Shepard's voice grew steadily bitter from its initial sarcasm and the Commander sat back in his chair with a huff while EDI's avatar appeared on the projector at the edge of his room, Shepard glanced at the glowing orb that stared at him momentarily before sighing and rising from his terminal. Closing the files down, the Commander decided to deal with the letters later as he moved to the lift to check up on his ship's newcomers.

"Are you alright, Commander?"

Shepard paused at the elevator door, glancing back at the glowing ship's avatar before sighing heavily. Much as he was wary of AI's, EDI sounded concerned and he was never one to be cruel, even if he wanted to be. His parents raised a better man than that and EDI, while a machine was also sentient and fell into the category of a "person" in his mind at least.

"I honestly don't know, EDI... but- thanks for asking."

EDI's avatar pulsed slightly before the Normandy's AI responded, an awkward amount of time for an AI to respond. Shepard mused it was likely for his benefit as EDI's voice echoed in his empty chambers.

"Of course, Commander. I stand by to assist."

The AI blinked out of sight and Shepard keyed in the sequence to seal his door while watching the lights dim. Shaking his head at the thought of an AI being helpful for the first time in the history of Council Space, the former Spectre entered the lift and selected the Engineering section. He needed a diversion that didn't constantly remind him of how much things changed in two years and he knew just where to look. It may have been nice to catch up with Garrus but that conversation had only reminded him of the years he'd missed and of what he'd left behind.

Shepard wasn't satisfied with the Illusive Man's answers to his inquiries over his former teammates and it took all his willpower to not just hijack the Normandy and hunt each and ever last one of them down. His death was outside of his control, but it was small comfort to think of what Liara had gone through. She'd only just lost her mother to Sovereign's designs and to lose him right alongside her...

The Commander fell back against the side of the lift, his Cerberus-issued clothes rustling as he slid down to the deck and set his face in both hands. Good God, Liara. It would have destroyed her. Shepard did not notice EDI's glowing avatar briefly appear, not the fact that the lift had stopped, yet remained sealed. He would have thanked the AI for giving him a moment, had he even been aware of it. The AI watched the Commander through the elevator's camera, uncertain of how to act but knowing most human males preferred to be alone with their grief. Diverting power from the lift, EDI sent a message to Chief Engineer Donnelly's station to let the crew know the lift was off-limits until further notice.

Shari'a T'Nala eyed Revan Qel-Droma warily as the man moved slowly opposite her, the near-human and Asari circling one another as they kept their eyes and senses on each other. A brief stint in Doctor Chakwas infirmary had gotten the former Jedi back to top shape and when Shari'a had first saw the man after they'd returned from retrieving Archangel, she'd been surprised by his... demand for lack of a better term to throw a biotic attack at him. She'd been wary of course, and was only using minor blows that were little more than training techniques taught to and used on beginners, but she'd seen the gleam in his eye and the Asari was old enough to recognize the unease dwelling behind Revan's stoic features.

Launching a very weak biotic push, Shari'a watched Revan's expression shift, his movements lose a hint of their grace and his eyes darken in some nameless emotion. The Asari waited until the expression cleared before continuing her attacks. Revan wasn't studying her techniques, Shari'a realized, merely studying the effects of biotics on his strange abilities and whatever the man was learning, he wasn't happy... At least, if his expressions were similar to human and Asari expressions.

"I'm going to use a very rudimentary skill on you, Officer T'Nala. Explain to me what you feel."

Frowning at Revan's formality, Shari'a drew a fairly weak biotic barrier around her and nodded to Revan as the former Jedi frowned at her, his eyes flashing briefly as he lifted his arm and made a small, almost brushing gesture with his hand. The Asari immediately felt her throat clench shut, bile and nausea rising within her as she gagged and doubled over. The sensation lingered for a moment before it passed, but the damage had been done and the Asari looked up at the black-clad man with a wounded expression before she saw his expression.

"Nausea, dizziness and headache?"

Revan's words were more a statement than a question and Shari'a forced herself to calm when she saw the clinical approach to the incident Revan took. He was studying the effects of his power on a biotic as well as the powers of a biotic on him and if his statement were any indication, they were most definitely not compatible.

"The same for you?"

Revan offered a single nod as he held out a gloved hand to Shari'a. The Asari accepted the hand, not realizing she'd collapsed to the ground and a flush of embarrassment covered her cheeks when she realized that Revan had used a "rudimentary" attack by his standards.

"Well now that that unpleasantness is out of the way, why don't we go see what Shepard has planned once we reach Purgatory."

Shari'a nodded shakily, still trying to get her bearings and wondering if Revan was as effected as she was by the negative effects of Force and Biotic powers crossing. If he was, he was hiding it well.

"That won't be necessary."

The new voice drew Revan's attention from his Asari companion to the human before him. Shepard's arms were crossed as he eyed the two curiously and Revan's expression soured briefly at the thought of Shepard sneaking up on him. Shari'a caught the look and was comforted by the thought of Revan's senses being affected by her abilities as well. Should he ever try to channel his darker urges, a great weakness had just arisen that would no doubt even the odds on that battlefield. Not that she hoped for such a confrontation, but s a former C-Sec officer, the thought was more reactive than anything.

"We just hit the Hourglass Nebula. Got about an hour before we hit the relay to Osun and then it's just a matter of getting to Purgatory. That's just enough time you Shari'a to get suited up."

Shari'a started slightly, but nodded to Shepard. She'd agreed to join the Commander's crew and while she had merely been thinking of how to make up for her and C-Sec's treatment of Revan, she and all in Citadel space still owed the Commander for his actions in stopping Saren and the Geth.

"Very well, Commander. I'll have my gear ready within the hour."

Shari'a offered a salute to the Commander and moved to the far end of the cargo bay, where her weapons and armor were laid out carefully. Glancing at Revan's carefully laid out gear, Shari'a glanced over her shoulder to see the former General speaking quietly with Shepard, the light fabric of his tunic sticking to his well-built chest as he pulled off his gloves and nodded to something the Commander was saying. Whatever thoughts she had on their conversation vanished when a Turian appeared at the edge of the cargo bay, his eyes finding hers as his mandibles flared in surprise.

"Shari'a?"Garrus bypassed Shepard and the man who'd only identified himself as Revan thus far to him and joined his fellow former C-Sec coworker. Shari'a felt a smile pull at her lips as she eyed the moderately well-equipped Turian before her. Garrus reminded her briefly of herself when she was a Maiden. Impulsive and passionate about his beliefs and not afraid to pursue what he saw as right with vicious focus. They'd bonded briefly, but their departments were in separate sections of the Citadel and their's was only a passing acquaintance. Still, it was nice to see a familiar face.

"I see Shepard has his hands full."

Garrus commented as the Commander and Revan squared off in some distant verbal exchange. Whatever was being said seemed to be making both parties equally unhappy and Shari'a felt a brief inkling of concern for the duo before she pushed it aside and rejoined the conversation with Garrus.

"We never knew what happened to you after you left C-Sec. It was only a few months after..."

Shari'a lowered her eyes from Garrus' face, knowing the destruction of the first Normandy was likely not something the Turian wished to remember. Garrus sighed briefly before shaking off his memories and offering a Turian version of a smirk.

"Suppose you've heard of Archangel?"

Shari'a felt a smile cross her lips as she and Garrus settled into a comfortable conversation of their lives over the past two years. The debate between Shepard and Revan continued, though their voices never rose and neither of the former C-Sec officers heard as they spoke of their common background and old friends.

"I want people familiar with law enforcement with me, Revan. This is also a Blue Suns facility and Zaeed knows them better than anyone. Shari'a can help out, especially since we'll need a Biotic if anything goes wrong, but I need you here until you get your equipment battle-ready. I saw the damage you and it took that last fight and I had to listen to Miranda's bitching for the better part of an hour. There's not enough time for the quartermaster to get you fitted with some new armor and besides, I can't take half the crew aboard this place."

Revan didn't like the idea of sitting out on a mission that would give him a chance to learn more about the Citadel Galaxy, but he also saw the logic in Shepard's decision. His armor wasn't exactly holding out well against the weapons and abilities leveled against him in this world and Revan reluctantly nodded to Shepard, his eyes turning to where Lia was sulking by one of the shuttles.

"I understand, Commander. I'll make sure my equipment is prepped for the next mission."

Judging by the sour look on Revan's face, the man had wanted to see Purgatory. Shepard felt a similar expression cross his face before he pushed it aside. He couldn't see why anyone would want to see the inside of a prison, let alone one with a reputation like Purgatory.

"Just speak with Miranda when you get the chance. I got a feeling we'll be needing you sooner than later."

Revan's nod effectively ended the conversation and Shepard glanced past Revan's shoulder to see half of the squad for the upcoming mission bonding over their weapons. Revan glanced back to see Garrus explaining his sniper rifle modification to Shari'a before letting out a small huff of curiosity. Remembering it was the very same modified rifle that soundly thrashed his senses, Revan turned to where Lia was cursing at her omni-tool rather colorfully. Shrugging as he realized he really had nothing else to do, Revan casually made his way to the flustered Quarrian, drawing the young woman's ire away from her wrist and to his slightly bruised face.

"They've practically drafted me to fix everything wrong with this ship you Boshtet!"

The anger in Lia's voice was not over what she'd actually ended up volunteering for, but more from her own concerns when she'd spotted the injuries Revan sustained in the battle against Omega's mercenaries. She knew enough to know Revan had something to do with her being stuck on the Normandy, the two Cerberus Engineers had said as much to one another in whispered tones that her suit's audio-receptors had picked up. Flushing slightly at the thought of them thinking she was spying; Lia'Vael Nar Ulnay had remained quiet, taking her frustrations out on her omni-tool. Opening and closing her sore hand, Lia winced slightly as she saw Revan's still blank look. He was either ignoring the fact that she was mad at him, or he was the most ignorant boshtet in the universe!

"That kind of comes with joining a new crew."

Lia's entire body stilled at the implications Revan's bland statement brought and all at once her anger fled her. She was of better use to Shepard keeping his equipment running, not fighting on some nameless battlefield and Lia lowered her head slightly in shame. Revan watched all this with a curious look in his eyes before it passed and he added in a slightly cheerful tone, at least for him.

"I've got to get some new armor and upgrades for my equipment. Want to come with? I could use a professional opinion."

Were it not for the fading bruises on Revan's face and the emptiness in his eyes, Lia may have forgotten why she was angry with him at that point. Still upset, Lia merely leaned back and crossed her arms, her Quarrian body language practically shouting her irritation. Revan seemed to catch the point and sighed heavily, rubbing his chin and frowning at the lack of facial hair there before he pushed aside the unfamiliar sensation.

"Those weren't street thugs, Lia; they were trained mercenaries. You may be out to prove you're an adult but believe me when I say I've seen that end badly... more times than I'd like to. It has nothing to do with your abilities. I know what you can do and I know now that it might have helped having you there, but there's something else I know. I know the value of experience. It was a mutual decision between myself, the Commander and this Illusive Man that seems to head Cerberus. You don't have to prove anything to me... but you still have a ways to go, training or not."

Shaking her head in annoyance, Lia stormed past Revan, glancing back at the man as he stared at her from his previous location.

"Are you coming or not!"

Revan allowed a small curve to form on his lips before he nodded and followed the Quarrian to the ship's quartermaster. Ignoring the muttered curses and what sounded suspiciously like an accusation of him being hopeless, Revan turned his thoughts to the new gear Shepard was making him get. Well... not making, so much as allowing. Revan planned to switch out his gear-set anyways and Shepard had merely expedited that eventuality.

"EDI please have Operative Lawson make the necessary arrangements with the quartermaster."

The AI's avatar popped up from a nearby projector and it blinked briefly, more of an action meant to assure its organic crew rather than one of practicality.

"Of course, General Qel-Droma."

Revan shook his head at the AI's need for titles but let it go. If EDI wanted to call him a General, she could. He was once upon a time anyways. His thoughts falling briefly to the fate of his own galaxy, Revan leaned against the interior of the lift, his eyes unfocused slightly before the sudden opening of the doors pulled the former Jedi from his dark thoughts. He'd put contingency plans in place in case he were ever killed. Hopefully, those plans would remain intact for however long it took for the Jedi to realize the threat of the True Sith. Whatever the case, Revan knew it was outside of his control at this point and the former Dark Lord of the Sith felt the edge of madness press down on him at the thought of all he'd done in the name of his "plan." There'd been an entry in a log he'd been reading on the Earth humans and Revan couldn't help but agree silently as he nodded to Miranda's scowling features.

"The road to Hell is paved with good intentions."Revan calmly allowed Normandy's quartermaster to make the proper measurements for an armored "hardsuit" to replace his own armor, scowling briefly at the thought of not being able to use the armor that had served him well in his own galaxy. Dwelling on his own galaxy, Revan stretched his senses into the Force, reaching along the back of his mind where the bond he shared with Bastila Shan should be. The link was silent for the first time since its formation. No hints of the Jedi's presence, not any whispers of her thoughts. It was still open, letting Revan know the woman was still alive, but the sheer distance separating them effectively silenced any emotions of thoughts coming from the Jedi. Not that they would have been entirely positive. Pregnant women tend to not like it when their husbands suddenly wake up a different person and decide to go off to war.

Sighing, Revan settled in to a chair in the armory as Jacob Taylor helped the quartermaster with his new equipment. He didn't miss Bastila, not really. They'd never actually had the opportunity to have a civil discussion and while he felt a bit of anxiety over the fate of the woman bearing his child, Revan knew he wasn't the man she'd fallen in love with. That Jedi atrocity was purged from his mind, only existing as a rudimentary set of memories and programmed reactions that allowed him to imitate the emotions of a normal sentient. Revan supposed he missed the warmth that would sometimes flow through the bond as Bastila looked at him and remembered who she thought he was, it was almost enough to make him feel ashamed of leaving her to face the Sith.

Pulling away from the dangerous thoughts plaguing his mind, Revan allowed himself a moment to reflect on his place in the universe at large. He was still a fugitive from the Citadel and there was really no better option than working with Shepard and Cerberus. Despite Lia's misgivings, Revan was not too concerned with the moral implications of Cerberus' work. Quite the contrary in face. The Illusive Man might prove to be an interesting man to meet and Revan eyed Lia thoughtfully before turning to see Miranda still scowling at being regaled to having to be there.

"The Illusive Man."

Revan's voice was only loud enough for the Cerberus Operative to hear and Miranda's face went blank a moment before a wary, slightly curious look crossed her features. Lia feigned ignorance, though her body had stilled at the barely audible words that Revan had spoken. Looking at the man out of the corner of her eyes, Lia frowned as Miranda stood, offering a quick explanation to Jacob before she and Revan left. Alone in a room filled with Cerberus crew, Lia's hands shivered slightly as she turned her attention to the generator she was working on to be added to Revan's new armor. Briefly, the thought of adding a failsafe in case of a future betrayal crossed her mind before the young Quarrian felt bile rise in her throat at the implications.

"I need to get out of here."

Jacob Taylor looked up from his datapad in concern as the Quarrian dropped her work and scurried off, a frown crossing his dark features before he pushed aside his concern and returned to work. Shepard needed all the hands he could get and making sure they were properly equipped and ready was just as important as having them. The Operative made a mental note to ask after the Quarrian at a later time, his concerns on the armor laid out before him and his crewmate.

In the FTL communication room of the Normandy, Revan stood calmly, his arms clasped at the small of his back while Miranda worked on keeping Joker's attention diverted from the coming conversation. It took EDI only moments to bring up the Illusive Man's comm line and Revan paused briefly to study the holographic display before him, curious but knowing there would be time later to study the new technology. Stepping inside the holographic field, the rest of the room vanished from sight and Revan found himself in a representation of a chamber on a space station orbiting a star burning white in the backdrop of the Illusive Man's form.

"General Qel-Droma, a pleasure to finally speak to you. You can call me the Illusive Man, I've been reading the reports from Shepard's team and I find myself at a loss in regards to you. You're an outside player and you've made some powerful enemies in the Council. No doubt they'll be even more determined when they discover you're working with a Cerberus team."

Both knew the formalities were pointless, though Revan allowed himself to fall into a familiar routine. He had been a Jedi, General and Dark Lord before so political pleasantries were nothing new to him...

"I've only received unsubstantiated rumors and biased viewpoints of both yourself and your organization. I know you have Humanity's interests at heart and while I've seen some morally objectionable reports and accounts of Cerberus' actions... I find myself unaffected."

Having read some of Kelly Chambers' report on Revan's psychological evaluation, the Illusive Man was unsurprised by Revan's lack of concern for the moral implications of Cerberus' practice. It was a double-edged sword though, and one the Cerberus Leader would wield with great care.

"Not all of those projects were sanctions by me and... their fallout and lack of results are regrettable. It has irrevocably damaged Cerberus' image. We hold the Alliance and Earth's interests at heart, though the methods may not always be right for everyone, its necessary."

Necessary. That was a word Revan used to tell himself a lot. It was necessary for Telos to burn, to frighten the Republic and the Jedi into submission or it was necessary to sacrifice a dozen ships to save a hundred, regardless of any personal connections to those who paid the price. It was always easier to say something was necessary than to think too deeply on the moral implications of it and, had Revan the inclination that Shepard did towards that subject, he may have voiced his conclusion. Revan Qel-Droma was not Jonathan Shepard, however and the former Dark Lord of the Sith allowed a small smile to cross his features, drawing a curious look from the Illusive Man. The Cerberus Leader's enhanced eyes could not tell if the gesture was feigned or genuine and for the first time since hearing about the Reapers, the Illusive Man felt a hind of unease. Before him was a man who could rip the thoughts from another's minds and crush a gunship into a twisted ball of debris. It was a risk speaking plainly with this man and one the Cerberus Leader hoped would pay off.

"Necessary."

Revan allowed a small hint of derision to enter his tone before his features fell blank, his eyes locking with the Illusive Man's.

"I've done worse. Far worse, in my time and I understand the importance of... necessity."

Again, a dark humor entered Revan's tone and the Illusive Man carefully schooled his features, remembering an old saying about a can involving worms and the dangers of opening it.

"I will continue to work with Shepard until this Collector threat is resolved... however, I don't see the need for our relationship to end with the Collector's destruction. I'm willing to... negotiate my services to your organization... I will of course need something in return."

Miranda leaned back in her chair in surprise at the look that crossed her employer's features. The Illusive Man was rarely nervous, but whatever Revan wanted information on was obviously something that was meant to be kept between the two. Whatever thoughts she would have had on the matter never came to fruition, however; as the Normandy shook violently, her Mass Effect Field preventing the ship from being shorn apart by the sudden turbulence.

"Report!"

Miranda glanced back to her console after her shouted command, seeing that whatever had caused the Normandy to shift so violently had ended whatever conversation Revan and the Illusive Man were having. Shaking off her concerns for more pressing matters, Miranda rushed to the cockpit as Joker's voice came over the ship's PA system.

"Massive explosion detected within Purgatory. The Commander's team has only been in there for ten minutes. I haven't been able to get through to him just yet but-"

Miranda cut off Joker's message, her own voice coming over the PA before it was cut.

"Keep bloody trying!"

Revan and the Illusive Man shared a glance, both men understanding one another before Revan offered a small nod to the Cerberus Leader.

"I'll go make sure your investment isn't wasted. Remember. Everything you have on it. Every last shred of research, every rumor, every image. I don't care how insignificant."

The Illusive Man nodded to Revan, keeping the smirk from his lips as he replied seriously.

"I'll see to it you get what you need, General Qel-Droma."

The communication ceased and Revan calmly moved to the Command Deck, his attention moving to the bridge where Miranda was ordering Joker around. Sidestepping Jacob as the former Corsair rushed past him, Revan continued in a more sedate pace, his hands coming to rest on the belt he wore. His SMG and Assault Rifle were both in the cargo bay along with his armor and aside from some lightly armored boots, his black Jedi tunic and trousers, he was bare except for the belt that held his second most deadly weapon and the ammunition for his others.

"Someone get me a Kinetic Barrier Generator."

Revan called, drawing uncertain looks from the Cerberus crewmen before Miranda nodded her agreement. Revan felt something strike his back as a slender form clad in an envirosuit brushed past him. Reacting quickly, the former Jedi caught the device and attached the modified Kinetic Barrier Generator to his belt. It wouldn't be as powerful without the enhancements a hardsuit would offer, but there wasn't time to worry about that.

"Aren't you going to get a firearm?"

Lia asked, an odd tone in her filtered voice. Revan ignored the tone, shrugging uncaringly.

"I have ammo and all the weapons I need. If I really need something I am sure there will be plenty lying around on the deck."

Lia paused in her advance towards the Normandy's airlock before she spotted Miranda eyeing Revan critically.

"Have guards stationed here to watch the ship, we're going to get the Commander."Joker nodded as a trio of haphazardly armed and armored Cerberus crew appeared, assault rifles in hand. Spotting Revan's lack of a firearm, Miranda held out her M-5 Phalanx heavy pistol to the former Jedi and Revan accepted the weapon, watching as the Operative drew an M-12 Locust from her waist. Testing his hold of the new weapon and remembering the Cerberus Operative's mental complaints of its recoil their last fight, Revan moved through the airlock of the Normandy and into Purgatory.

The problem became apparent the moment their stepped through the airlock. Blue Sun mercenaries were positioned at all access points, their weapons held at the ready, though thankfully their backs were to the Normandy. Revan wasted no time, his hand moving to his belt and pulling out of the waiting lightsaber. Moving to intercept the two guards, Revan slowed his approach when a familiar nausea flooded his senses. Someone was using biotics without a care as to where the assaults landed and despite the assaults not being directed towards him, Revan could feel the midichlorians within his body shifting at the biotic field poisoning the Force around him.

"Two can play at that game."

The Force answered Revan's call readily, the delay due to the effects of the nearby biotic field only noticeable to Revan as he lashed out violently. The biotic field flickered in the face of Revan's Force-assault, though it wasn't fast enough to prevent the unnamed convict from taking out the two guards.

"Cerberus!"

Revan felt Miranda and Jacob stiffen as the rather unimpressive figure of a short woman without hair and covered extensively in tattoos raged silently. The Force was filled with blinding rage and the tone the woman had used conveyed her care of the organization Revan had chosen to ally with. Warily, Revan raised his pistol and focused the Force, hoping to throw off the dangerous individual. Miranda and Jacob, able to feel the biotic energy emanating from the woman exchanged wary glances before their both raised their biotic barriers. Lia'Vael drew in a calming breath as she readied her shotgun, lowering it in surprise as Shepard, Garrus, Shari'a and Zaeed came sprinting down the corridor.

Surrounded on all sides, the convict spun back and forth between the two groups of four, outnumbered and unarmed. Cursing, the biotic prepared a violent assault when she suddenly felt an overpowering sense of nausea and the biotic field around her flickered, dying out in her distraction.

"The Hell?"

Jack muttered, unable to hear anything but the pounding of her hear in her ears. Looking up with a vicious sneer, the convict turned to see a man in N7 armor approaching her, his assault rifle in hand, though he was lowering it in his approach.

"Jack?"

Growling impotently, Jack turned a fierce glare to Shepard, causing the Commander to pause his approach of Subject Zero.

"The Fuck you want?"

Keeping his gaze locked on Jack's, Shepard slowly lowered his weapon, making a calming gesture with his hands.

"You look like you're in trouble. I'm here to help."

The Commander put on his best expression that he usually reserved for meetings with the Council or a Superior. As he expected, Jack scoffed at the former Spectre's expression and words.

"Shit... you sound like a pussy."

Revan caught Jacob stifling a laugh at the expression crossing Shepard's face before he offered his own opinion.

"This place is falling apart. You got a choice. Come with us, you learn to breathe vacuum."

Jack mumbled something uncomplimentary under her breath, drawing a startled look from Lia and a new glare from Shepard. Keeping his senses open for any more threats, Revan ignored the rest of the conversation, only allowing his guard to lower once the crew and the newcomer were all aboard the Normandy. Once he was alone in the restroom of the Normandy, Revan allowed his stomach to empty of its contents. Another biotic was on the crew and Revan briefly wondered if his Force powers could handle the effects of the super-powered crewmen in the midst of a battle or if it would cost them. Rubbing his aching temples, Revan decided to have a talk with the Commander over the squad placement. The effects of biotics on his Force senses were not something he saw himself getting used to in the near future.

AN: Just another Chapter I had backlogged that I wanted to post. Going to be out of town for the next week or so, so this is it for a little but anyways.