Me: A new chapter! Sound the horns! Raise the gates! Let it through, let it through!

Delta: WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN!?

Me: SHUT UP! I'll explain later!

Change of Past

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"Delta, we are approaching our destination. Achieving orbit in 15 minutes." Silver says loudly, stirring me from my sleep. I slowly open my eyes with a yawn and start to stretch, grimacing at the slight cramp in my neck from falling asleep at the captain's chair/console. I stand and start walking out the door, headed for the mess hall. The door to it opens as I step near, showing Zaeed, Jacob and Kasumi there already.

"Good morning guys! What's on the menu for breakfast today? Oh look, delicious, delicious MRE's. Fucking blue suns." I sit down with a fork and start choking down the nutrient rich food. Thank god the servings are small.

"We can't do much about it Delta. Just eat it quickly." Jacob says.

"I know but you can't say you don't hate it. It tastes worse than the crap Gardner used to put together before Shepard got him those new supplies."

Jacob shrugs as he takes another bite. Kasumi just grimaces, struggling with it like I am. Zaeed's plate is empty and he's just polishing a knife he must've found somewhere across from us.

"You and Ms Goto over there are too spoiled, you know that? That stuff's got enough nutrients to keep you going for almost a full day of fighting."

I roll my eyes, stuffing more of what looks like mashed potatoes seasoned with cat piss down my throat. Oh god, I'm making this even worse for myself. Damn you mind!

"You know I have this usual rule of thumb for things." I say, poking the meat, which is as dense as a brick. "If it looks like shit, tastes like shit, and smells like shit, its very likely to be shit. Or poison disguised as shit."

"There are no traces of poison or outside tampering within the stocks of MRE's Delta. They are merely highly nutritional servings of food." Silver says through the ships PA.

"Using the term 'food' for this stuff is debatable Silver." I respond, tapping my fork against the edge of the empty platter.

"Regardless. We are now in orbit around Aeia. We've pinpointed the source of the distress beacon and placed a waypoint in the Mantis navigation unit to denote a suitable landing point nearby."

I sigh, hopping up from my seat and heading over to the armory where my weapons and armor are stashed. "Alright team, let's lock and load, time to find a missing father." The others get up and follow, having stashed their necessities away in the same room. I pick up my Cobra, Phalanx and stolen Vindicator, attaching them to my back and hip respectively. After making sure my armor is fully on, weapons stored, plasma blade modules firmly set and helmet nearby I pause for a second. I close the cabinet my armor was set in, my jet pack system still inside it.

"Not feeling up to flying huh?" Jacob asks, standing beside me with his shotgun shifting to standby.

"Nah, Silver needs to stay here and monitor the ship. He was the one whose fine-tuning actually made it possible for me to fly without crashing. I'll have to work on it to make it so I can use it independently. Oh well, a project for a later day." I remark, turning and heading for the Mantis hangar.

I embark, starting up the flight routines and powering the machine as Kasumi, Jacob and Zaeed climb on and grab their seats. Soon enough the Mantis is up and the hangar doors sliding open before it as I pilot it down to the planet before us. We cruise down, flying over the ocean until reaching a rocky coast at which I turn left to follow it. After following the coast for a few minutes the crash site starts to come into view when the hulk of the dead ship towers over the rocks.

"Found the crash site." I tell everyone. Once within 300 meters a waypoint pops up on the nav screen, signaling our landing area. "Landing in 10 minutes."

I lock up the Mantis after we've landed and everyone's disembarked, closing the entrance hatch and walking over towards the wreck with the team. The ship loomed high above us, tall and imposing in its obvious years of abandonment. I half expected to pry open a door a few feet inside and be met with a shambling corpse that would try to eat me before its mutated brethren made the same attempt. Still, I doubt we'll find Isaac in there if we go looking so I think we're good. Pretty soon we reach the top portion of the ship, positioned right at the coast while the rest of the hulk lies in the water. A bridge descends to the ground from the airlock and a glowing blue pad is active beside it, displaying a VI man who immediately notices us.

"Repeat Toxology report: Danger of rapid neural decay. Local flora chemically incompatible with human physiology." It says as we walk up.

"This beacon looks like it's been up for a while. Wonder why it's active now." Jacob remarks, looking down at the holoprojector base.

The image shifts suddenly and jerkily, displaying the years of disuse and corrupted data. "Pause in beacon protocol: 8years, 237 days, 7 hours. Pause is recorded as; Record deleted, by acting captain Ronald Taylor."

"Wait… my Father was first officer. Something's not right." Jacob says.

"Ronald Taylor was promoted under emergency command protocols. Other flagged issues: Unsafe deceleration. Local food and neural decay. Beacon activation protocols." The Vi says. I look up at the ship behind it, noticing it was stripped of a good amount of its metal plating as well.

"They had a beacon and my father hadn't signaled for nine years. Maybe that neural decay affected him." Jacob says.

"Probably" I reply. I turn and look up the path, seeing a large assortment of crates, probably taken down and emptied already. If I recall correctly there should be someone there. I walk over looking around and coming near a crate lying lengthwise on the floor, seeing a few locks of black hair peek up over the edge. I watch it, then a second later a woman's head pops up and she looks at me before her eyes widen and she moves, jumping up and rushing around to stand in front.

"You came! From the sky! The leader said someone would come, but he delayed for so long. But he still has power!" She says, sounding excited and happy. A frown grows across her face as she turns to the side slightly. "Some have lost faith. The hunters, they will have seen your star, they will not let you help him!" She says, turning back to look at me slowly.

"What do you mean?" I say.

"I don't remember how to say it…" She starts, speaking slowly, the struggle to remember evident in her eyes as they cast about. "He is our leader, and we serve him so, we can go home. But some want to fight him. They were, they were cast out. He exiled them, so they hunt his machines and those who help him." She says. Meanwhile I look behind, noticing some movement. I see a couple hunched backs, letting me know that the hunters made their entrance. I see one start to stand up, pulling out a gun.

"Hold that thought," I say, pushing the girl back behind a couple stacked crates so she's covered then sprint forward. This obviously surprises the man as he hadn't centered his gun yet and his shots mostly go wild though a few bounce off my shields. I hop over and kick the man in the face, knocking him back while I take out my plasma blades and bury them in the chests of his two companions beside him.

With the threats neutralized I look back to see the others moving up towards me.

"You handled that well." Kasumi says, looking down at the corpses quickly. I nod at her, stepping back from them a bit more and turning to see a broken LOKI mech around a corner.

"Huh, seems we'll have to deal with robots here. And here we are without our hacking AI."

"Silver definitely would've made this easier to deal with." Jacob remarks.

"Oi, you think some measly bots from some fuckin exploration rig are gonna be tricky? Did I ever tell you about the time I had to fight my way out of a whole bloody robot factory with just a team of 2 at my back?" Zaeed puts in, coming up behind everyone. Looking over him I noticed the woman from earlier making herself look as small as possible while peeking over the edge of the cover I put her behind. I let her go, figuring she'd return to the settlement we're headed to right after we leave. She probably plans to trail far behind so we take care of any remaining hunters before they try and take her.

I start walking forward and roll my eyes as Zaeed starts his story, Seeming to mostly be talking to Jacob and Kasumi who are listening likely if only to hear of any other methods to take down a robot that Zaeed might've figured out in his adventure.

So in the span of 2 minutes I've learned that yes, all of Zaeed's missions with him as leader end with his whole squad dead, robots can be made and programmed to shoot anything organic really quickly, and a LOKI mech's head makes for a good bowling ball. I look ahead and notice that we are approaching a settlement, likely the one the first girl was from, considering all the people there are women.

"Jacob, do you have Arabic roots, because it looks like someone's got the harem of a Sheikh."

"Well, let's hope they're friendly then. I need answers." Jacob says, eyes narrowed some.

"The people here are a lot calmer than those guys. They all seem to be of the same group though."

I place a hand on my chin in a half Thinker's pose. "Probably how the local food worked. Neural decay propably caused a regression of higher thinking to be more like bursts of clarity while instincts and genetic memory guided most actions and behaviors. Ever since the Cro-magnon males were the warriors, females were the docile stay-at-home halves of the society. The regressions probably revived that old status quo, and the dominant male has exiled his competitors from the group"

"Are you saying my father's acting like some Silverback?" Jacob says, slight disbelief in his tone. I chuckle and glance towards the settlement, noticing a large statue and some of the women gathering before us.

"You have his face. He promised to call the sky but he sends nothing." One woman from the group says sounding disappointed.

Another speaks up, "He forced us to eat. To decay. You are cursed with his face!" She ends a bit loudly and seems saddened yet vindictive. While she points her finger in Jacobs face. They disperse after that brief encounter and I just shake my head and start walking through the encampment, grabbing credits and a few software upgrades and research information.

Jacob walks up to the statue at the center of the camp, scanning up and down it. "What the hell. Someone had to push them to make that. That's borderline worship."

I look to the side, seeing Kasumi standing by a group of three. I faintly hear "He keeps us. Protects us. And we please him like he demands." Something flashes my eye and I see a group of 3 LOKI mechs walk from around a corner. The women near me who notice them run back to drop behind cover, the rest of the camp following suit to we're the only ones out in the open. The mechs respond likewise and close in on us, detecting our weaponry.

"Your captain demands obedience. Weapons are forbidden." They say, pointing their pistols at us. I take a second to wonder why no ones ever programmed a Loki to be able to use a shotgun or assault rifle. It would've added some variety to the mechs combat abilities at least, seriously. Oh well, contemplation over, lets duck back behind this cover here because they're shooting at us. "Jacob, I don't think they're friendly."

"Yeah, I gathered that much" He says as he pulls out his Mattock and shoots one in the head a few times, knocking it to the ground and making it blow up beside its buddies. The other two mechs take damage to their armor and the closest one falls, knocking over the second, making it easy for us to shoot them both in the head and watch them explode as well. I look into the crate beside me and blink once, then twice in disbelief. I smirk, jam my hand in and pull out a big red button attached to nothing but its base, put it on top of the crate in front of the others and press it.

"That was easy." The Easy button says. I smile. Everyone else just stares at it.

"Fuckin hell?" Zaeed mutters. I pick up the button and place it in my armors hardcase.

We walk towards the path to further inland, likely to where the captain would be until we're waylaid by a young woman dressed differently from the others.

"You have his face… But you fight his…machines. You might stop this." She says, pulling a datapad out of a crate she stood beside. She hands it to Jacob. "This. I forget how to…read, but this…was the start. What he promised, and what they did to us." She starts backing away after he takes the pad. "We need the sky. Take us back to the sky."

We watch her walk away while Jacob looks through the datapad.

"Ok, what the fuck was she talking about?" Kasumi asks.

"Good question. Jacob, da fuq is she talking about?" I ask him.

"It's a crew logbook. Talks about how the crew was worried over how long the beacon repairs were taking. They were concerned with losing their minds to the decay. My father reserved the ship food for himself and the other officers, the crew was left with the local food and had to hope for treatment later. A few mutinied over the decision and my father and the others turned the mechs on them."

"Ok, so he didn't garner enough trust alone so he used force." I say in response.

"It doesn't end there. There are deaths listed after the decision. Harsh punishments. After a year all the male crew members are listed as either dead or exiled. And the women are separated, assigned to officers like pets!" Jacob says, growing angry. "Even then after the beacon is noted to be fixed the officers start appearing as casualties too! My father took control of this and didn't stop it!"

"You got any idea what he's thinking?" I ask.

"No. Nothing fits. I can see the initial decision but everything else? No, this is abuse of power, this is the clearest form of it. I need to find this man." Jacob says, eyes narrowed.

"Then let's transform and roll out Autobots!" I say, turning and walking up the path with my Cobra unholstered. I immediately find our path blocked by boxes.

"DAMMIT!" I yell out, kicking one of the boxes. The crate lid cracks open, revealing an explosive. I open it fully, smile then mess with them for a second. I dash back past the team as they come up behind me "HIT THE DECK!" I say, diving forward. They look back, hear a beep and dive as well, though Jacobs a bit late and is thrown slightly further than us from the shockwave catching his back as the boxes all explode.

"Hehehehe, that was awesome." I say, getting up and brushing myself off. I look behind to see Kasumi, Zaeed, and Jacob a little irritated "Oh hush. You know it was." I start walking ahead. Ignoring as Jacob nails the back of my helmet with a rock. After a few feet they seemed to have started following again. Up the path there's a short hillside with corpses placed at the base.

"Seems like the oldest one was a warning. The other's were shot and left." Jacob says, looking at them as we pass.

"The Hunters have been fighting back again it seems." I say, trudging up the hillside. "Well, I think we have some company you guys. Let's show them a good time!" I say, the clacking of activating mechs sounding faint over the edge and growing quieter as my cloak turns on, shrouding me from sight. I move quickly, cresting the hillside and moving past a group of 4 mechs standing by some crates. I look around, noting the long crate standing straight at the crest of the hill, marking the entrance of the campsite. There are 3 more crates arranged in an "L" towards the left and another group at the center like a mirror, with a large shipping block beside it. 2 of the mechs are positioned at the left L, unfolding from behind it while one is moving towards the upright crate at the front. I position myself over the last mech which is unfolding behind the center L. I wait a minute until I see Jacob, Kasumi and Zaeed start shooting at the first mech before stabbing down with my blade and throwing the robot beside the entrenched pair. It blows up, knocking them out of cover and damaging their shields, making quick work of the mechs for the others.

We look around quickly, and turn as three more mechs walk out from behind a box nearby. They're all dropped as soon as they step out of cover by a flurry of headshots. I hop over a crate, walk toward what looks to be the sister side of this temporary camp, a tent hung over a few opened crates. Finding a few thermal clips I snatch em up, tossing them behind towards my companions to help them reload their weapons. Suddenly my shields take a hit as even more mechs come from around a bend in the road heading up.

"These guys are pretty annoying…" I say, lifting up my Vindicator and shooting a few bursts. Of the mechs drop, one from my fire and the second from a well-placed shot by Kasumi. Zaeed merely lifts up his assault rifle and unloads a full clip and downs the next two while Jacob's shotgun gets the last one.

We start walking up the road, bashing in the heads of two more latecomer mechs with the butt of our weapons at the turn. "Ok. So who thinks we should smack the crap out of Jacob's dad?" I unholster my Cobra, lifting the rifle's scope up to my eye and see what I knew was ahead, 3 more Loki's. 3 shots later we get a little fireworks display as we walk towards the gate to our objective, the hideout of Jacob's father.

"I'm all for it." Zaeed mutters gruffly. I kinda expected him to be willing to punch someone.

"Not until I've heard what he has to say." Jacob says in a somewhat stern manner. It's like he thinks he's my babysitter yet at the same time thinks he should just ignore me. Fun.

"Right right, we let him plead his case. Then punch him." Is my response.

Walking through the gates we immediately come under fire from several things. 4 brainwashed guards, 2 of them apparently combat engineers since they also spawned combat drones which popped up and shocked me in the ass. Blew that fucker up immediately. And a lovely, shielded, armored, YMIR mech.

"Are you serious?! I leave Silver on the ship and we get a YMIR to deal with!? Fuck!" I yell out, pretty pissed to have forgotten about this. I let the Ymir know of my displeasure by shooting at its head with disruptor ammo from my Cobra. It fires a rocket saying 'fuck you'. To my surprise the crate I was perched behind blows up from said rocket, knocking me back and halving my shield strength. Zaeed, Kasumi and Jacob focus their fire on the Ymir. Its shields die with a spark and it has trouble deciding who to shoot because as soon as it's locked onto someone they either duck under cover or disappear only for someone else at a different angle to pop up and fire at it. With its armor chipped and broken almost everywhere the inner mechanisms and core of the mech are slowly revealed.

Jacob is crouched behind a steel box, noticing a leg servo open and facing towards him. He pops up lining his rifle up and unloads on it, sparks and shrapnel blasting off as the servo is quickly destroyed. Behind him one of the combat engineers points his gun and drone at him, interrupted by a tap on the shoulder.

"Sup?" My plasma blade sparks to life and shines for barely half a second before I plunge it into the guys neck. His drone sputters out and dies at the same time as he coughs out a last breath. I grab his gun, point it at the man's soldier partner and fire at his chest, tearing away his shields. With those down I kill him with a roundhouse, snapping his neck and twisting his head to a grotesque angle. Oddly beautiful, yet gut-wrenching. Behind me the other pair stand together, their attention on me now. A drone flies up and immediately zaps me so I punch it, my fist going through the flimsy metal housing the flying and weapon part of the drone while its holographic body fades. With the first guy's gun still in hand I toss it forward and catch one across the face. As he stumbles back into his friend I put my hands together and form an 8-foot plasma blade which I use to skewer them both.

Soon as their bodies fall to the floor with their blood evaporating in a low sizzle I turn around to see the Ymir fall to the ground, all its joints sparking as the glowing circuitry of its body slowly dies.

"Enough with the toys. I need to look my father in the eye, hear him justify this." Jacob declares, stepping angrily out of cover and towards the door that holds our target. The door opens wide, showing a balcony made of red and brown metal overlooking a rocky bay. To the side sits a large king sized bed, with crates around it serving as a makeshift desk and bedside table. At the center of the balcony sits an actual table large enough for two to three people, with plates, utensils and a few cups sitting on it. Behind the table, standing against the railing is a man, likely in his 50s who immediately turns towards us.

"You're here, I knew a real squad would get through just fine. I'm sorry if the mechs scuffed your pads." He says, turning and lifting a hand in greeting. He looks between all of us, first at myself standing at the head of the group. With my visor polarized it seems a lot easier for someone to think I'd be an imposing commander-soldier. Sweeeeet, thank you Spartan armor! The guy doesn't even look at Jacob, though he seems like an older version of him except with more flab, beard and eyes capable of narrowing an extra inch. "I'll get you something nice when we get back to Alliance space. Gotta have some backpay coming."

I slowly walk past the guy as he speaks, leaning against the rail and looking out with just a slight glance back to Jacob. It's his show after all.

Jacob walks up and stands about 10 feet away from his dad's right side with arms folded as he leans against a nearby crate, probably housing some of the food the captain kept for himself. "What about your crew 'Acting Captain'?" He says, the last two words rolling out with a hint of venom.

He barely even glances at Jacob while answering, instead deciding to maintain his attention on my back. "Total loss. The local food turned em wild. They propped me up here in some kind of ritual behavior. Waiting for a chance to signal has been hell."

Jacob closes his eyes, shaking slightly in what I imagine is restrained anger. "That's the best you can do?" I nearly laugh out loud at this. This guy is a truly terrible liar if Jacob can tell. Though that was obvious since the guy is also shit at covering his tracks. I look back at the two of them, not turning fully but just my head enough to see them both.

"You let all your people talk back like that?" He asks. Oh shit. That hurts even me, I mean I can't even see my dad again but Jacob's standing right in front of his own and he doesn't even recognize him. Now I'm kinda pissed and really wanting to rearrange a certain acting captain's face. And stomach. And legs. Arms too. Jacob seems a lot calmer though, calmer than I thought he'd be from that comment. Guess he really has considered his dad dead for a long time. With that comment, he probably still does. "Who are you exactly?"

"Me? I'm just a Spartan, serving under Commander Shepard. But I'm sure you already know Mr. Taylor." I say, gesturing behind him at Jacob.

"Taylor?!" He says, spinning around immediately and staring at, "Jacob. No, not Jacob." Well lookit that, he actually seems regretful.

Jacob meanwhile has quite silently stomped up to his dad, the anger showing. "Why not me? Would ten years of this look better to anyone else in the galaxy?" He says, his head dipping to the side slightly as his eyes shut. Almost immediately it rightens and they open, glistening a bit more brightly but I can't tell if they're from tears or anger now. Seems to be a mix.

"You have to understand. This isn't me. The realities of command, they can change a person. I wasn't ready for that. I made sure you were taught right, before I left." Mr. Taylor says, turning around with arms out as if pleading to some unseen being before turning back to look at Jacob.

"Still. Ten years? What happened?" I ask.

"Goddammit. Why did you do this to your crew?!" Jacob demands, stepping in closer and looking more angry than saddened this time. I look to the door and notice one of the "Hunters" walking up, seeing the room to their target is unguarded.

"There was resistance to the plan. Mutiny. We had to take a hard line to keep order. When they settled down we made sure the crew was kept comfortable. Some even seemed happier. Ignorance is bliss right. They were grateful for guidance, like an instinct. Pure authority was easy, at first. Months in the effects lowered inhibitions. Rank, protocol, they couldn't understand that. They started getting territorial. We had to establish dominance. After a while the perks seemed, normal."

"That's it? You created a harem and played king? Spending ten years in a juvenile fantasy?" Jacob asks. Meanwhile I look at Zaeed and nod towards the Hunter, who seems to have a couple friends with him now. Zaeed goes to the door to act as a lookout.

"I can't point to where it all went wrong. But when the beacon was ready revealing what happened didn't seem like a good idea."

"I think we've heard enough now. Let's call Shep, I'm sure she can get Cerberus to get here and pull everyone out within days."

Jacob lunges at his father aggressively, the man backs up startled, raising his hands as he sees Jacob reach down and halfway pull up his pistol. After a second he stops and lowers it slightly. "He's not worth the fuel to pull him out, or even the air he's breathing. He's lucky I don't even think he's worth pulling the trigger." He says, a low angry growl underlining each word. "I don't know who you are. Because you're not any father I remember."

"We'll just secure him for an Alliance court. He should have pleeeenty of time to think about what he's done." I say. " Zaeed. Secure him."

In a second Zaeed's come up beside Mr. Taylor, cuffed hm a couple times on the back of the head and caught his falling body.

"I meant cuffs, Zaeed." I say.

"No, you meant knock him out." Zaeed responds.

"…" I just turn and start walking away, clasping my hands behind my head. "Yeah, I meant knock him out." I chuckle a little, walking out past the Hunters who back off a bit, even more so when I flash my plasma blades at them while Zaeed follows with Mr. Taylor's limp body.

2 days later and we're still orbiting this planet in the Blue Suns cruiser we abducted. The Hunters had returned to camp once the three had spread word of Mr. Taylor's deposement. I imagine they were quite surprised to find the women gone, and the camp trapped with taser mines. I think they're still pretty miffed about that. Probably also miffed about waking up in the ships containment cells. I press a button on the captans console, making a small screen pop up showing a bunch of males in separate cells grumbling angrily to each other and pacing the space. Closing the video screen I nod with a slight smile. Yep, they're still mad. Wonder how agitated I could make them if I put Taylor in the same containment area…

"Ow!" I turn and look at Kasumi, her hand moving back to her hip.

"Delta, you're not putting Jacob's father down there with them." She says sternly. I roll my eyes and look back forward.

"Oh please…it would be just for 10 minutes."

"Delta!"

"I'm kidding!"

"Delta," Silver interrupts, "The Alliance ships are in system. I've given them our current coordinates and their captain requests conference. I used Goto's voice, positioning her as your Executive Officer."

"Cool. Better than making her secretary." I say, pressing the accept button. A young man's face appears on screen, he looks around seeming to be checking with his crew while waiting for the transmission to connect. I have enough time to inspect him, notice he has few badges aside from the one of commander and check to see his ship is alone. In a few seconds the man notices the call is active and directs his attention to the screen and me.

"Ah, Delta. I am told you're the leader of this operation?" He asks.

"Yup. The surviving crew are all onboard, ready for you guys to pick up and take to Aliiance space. How soon can you guys dock?"

"How many survivors?" He asks.

"13 males, 17 females, and 1 prisoner."

"That's somewhat a relief… from the report it sounds better than what we expected. Still can hardly believe it."

"I know. How soon can you dock?"

"Within the next 30 minutes. Thanks for assisting us with this." The guy says, nodding at me.

"Its no issue." I respond, tipping my head and giving him a thumbs-up. About 22 minutes later the airlocks of both ships were connected and Alliance soldiers were escorting the crew aboard. Mr. Taylor was taken first, his eyes downcast and not rising to meet anyone's while he was pushed away in cuffs. The women were gently guided by a small group of soldiers who were all female, likely something the ship medic said would help their psychological states. The males were somewhat docile after the more belligerent ones of the group were herded together and cuffed. I was pretty happy to have em off my ship though. It was fun but also had its share of annoyances, especially with how much food it takes.

"About damn time." I say, turning in my seat at the assembled crew. Zaeed stands to the left, looking bored. Jacob stands between him and Kasumi, unhooking his arm from her waist and Kasumi just looks at him in slight disappointment. "So, who's ready to go back to taking orders from Shepard instead of this insane retard?"

"I." Everyone immediately responds.

I turn in the chair, shaking my head as I wave at the console to give Silver the 'go ahead'. "You guys are right assholes, y'know that?" The ship hums for a second as the engines speed up out of idle, slowly turning us towards the nearest Mass Relay. They all just chuckle and walk towards a seat, sitting in a seat as the ship starts speeding up.

Ah well. Soon we should be caught up with Shepard, and then we can get back to the main mission.

Oh crap, we're going back to Shepard…

Me: New chapter! It's late as fuck! I know! Don't kill me! I'm trying to get back into this. I find it fun but I don't get ideas as easily as I used to.