End Song
Shepard crawled slowly to the lift as Anderson bled to death behind her. She was bleeding, too, leaving a slithering trail of blood on the floor. Every motion sent waves of pain through her body. She was getting drowsy, could barely think, couldn't concentrate. She wasn't far behind her old mentor.
Finally, Shepard managed to get herself on the small platform, and it whisked her upwards, toward the Crucible. Hopefully there would be another control panel, or- what the hell was that? Was that music?
The Commander focused on the sound as the lift came to a stop, biting back the pain of the jarring motion. It was a catchy tune, with a rhythmic beat. It sounded old, maybe twentieth or twenty-first century, but it was... familiar. Slowly, she looked up. There was a man standing in front of her, or rather a hologram of a man. It was dressed in very archaic looking clothes, with hair in a ridiculous looking cut that she'd never seen before in her life. The VI, if that's what it was, seemed to ignore her and started singing, doing some kind of dance at the same time.
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down...