Chapter 11: A Short Interlude Of Anger & Grief
We're heading back to the Normandy, after giving some incriminating evidence to Executor Pallin. Veronica's pissed off at me, and Garrus is just solemn.
I had to kill Saleon. I had to. The things he did to people, was barbaric. You don't twist someone's DNA into one of an animal. A...creature. What if those test subjects had families, jobs, friends? Saleon took that away from them. I don't understand why Veronica is so angry. What I did, was good. Sure, it's a bit like a vigilante, but in some cases vengeance is justice. And this case, it sure was justice.
We finally head out of the elevator, and walk towards the Normandy. I may've been harsh in my justice, but still justice. We get into the decomination room, and we wait for the scanning to finish. Once it does, we walk onto the Normandy. I'm heading towards the elevator, so I can catch some shut-eye. I feel a hand on my shoulder plate of my armor. I turn around, and see it's Veronica. She beckons me to follow her, ironically to the elevator.
We don't even make it to the elevator before Veronica starts.
"What the hell Private? I said we were to take in Saleon to C-sec!"
"And I disobeyed you. What I did was right."
"No it wasn't! You just don't kill people!"
"He wasn't 'people'. HE FREAKING STRIPPED PEOPLE'S IDENTITES AND TURNED THEM INTO ANIMALS. FERAL CREATURES. DO YOU FLIPPING THINK ABOUT THOSE PEOPLE?! THOSE PEOPLE MIGHT'VE HAD FAMILIES, JOBS, FRIENDS! DO YOU THINK OF THAT?! NO! BECAUSE, YOU WEREN'T THERE FOR THE CASE! WHAT GARRUS AND I SAW, WAS BARBARIC. NOONE, AND I MEAN NOONE, DESERVES THE FATE THAT THESE PEOPLE GOT! I WOULDN'T WISH IT ON MY WORST ENEMIES." I yell, rage lacing my voice. I'm yelling at Commander Shepard, Lioness of Elysium, Human Spectre, in front of the crew on the Normandy.
Crap. I think I'm in for it now.
Kaidan walks over, looking all protective.
"Dewitt, I wouldn't do that if I were you..."
"AND YOU AREN'T ME, ARE YOU?! THANK GOD FOR THAT!"
I walk into the elevator, and I press the button for the Crew's deck. No-one enters the elevator, nor do they speak. I just yelled at their CO and Kaidan.
Good, no-one will talk to me. All I want is to sleep.
The elevator door closes, finally descending. God, these dumbass elevators take forever.
The doors finally open, and I walk to my private room. I got a private room due to Human perks. The Alliance still had their rules, and rules decree that Humans get V.I.P status. Well, that's my version of it. Anyways, I'm in said room, and I sit on the bed.
Vera, lock the door.
Locking...Locked. The encryption is experimental military-grade. Only very experienced hackers will be able to decrpyt it.
Alright, thanks Vera.
I lay my head down on the pillow, and I close my eyes. I then hear knocking, but I ignore it.
"Jack, open up" Comes the flanging voice of Garrus.
"No Garrus. Get lost." I reply, rage still in my voice. "Fine. You've left it to the old way."
For the love of God...he's going to hack the door. He knows how to hack these type of encryptions due to some sims we did back at C-sec.
Vera, make sure you fight against Garrus's hackings.
I will. He won't be able to get in here unless he suddenly can override algorithms that sequence between five, three, and six every milliseconds.
No idea what that means but I'm sure that's going to be hard to crack.
Logging you out Jack.
After a few unsuccesful attempts from Garrus, he finally gave up. I heard his footsteps retreat away from the door. I could finally try and relax.
I closed my eyes, and I let oblivion take me.
Darkness. Pure darkness. That was the result of the wars. Then the Great War. The one which ended in only two hours. People screamed, dogs whined, birds sung fear, fish were afraid. In two hours, everything had changed. There were new rules. Three rules. The first, Survive. The second, Everything and yet nothing will kill you. The third, War Never Changes. But men do, through the paths they walk. My name is Xavier, and I am Courier Six.
I woke up, sweating, cold, afraid.
What the hell just happened?