Only a short chapter today, i'm not entirely happy with it so suggestions on how to improve this would be appreciated.
I've noticed on alot of fanfics the authors has placed disclaimers. i don't know if it's required but i'll do so just incase.
Disclaimer: I do not own Mass Effect (well....i do but not rights to it i guess), I am not associated with Bioware in any way apart from liking games that they make. (KOTOR was the First Bioware game i played....mmmm Carth)
"Dr Chakwas, it's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Jacob Taylor. I'm the Head of Security at this facility."
"I'm pleased to meet you Mr Taylor." Dr Chakwas gave her best attempt at being civil. She wasn't really sure that she was 'pleased' to meet this man. After all she still had her doubts about Cerberus and this man was part of them. It was those doubts that had her questioning why she said yes to Joker's offer. The excuse she used publicly was that she wanted to get back into space but inwardly she knew that if she said one word about that to the Alliance Brass, she would be granted it right away, so that wasn't the reason. Maybe she said yes because she wanted to believe that Cerberus were going to preserve Commander Shepard's legacy. She somehow found that hard to swallow. But Joker believed it, and if he was going to be heartbroken by their actions, at least she could be there to pick up the pieces. Maybe that's the reason she said yes.
As she and Joker were being given a tour of the facility by Mr Taylor, a feeling of concern came over the doctor. This place they were being shown around did not feel like a space port or military outpost. The lighting, the colours on the walls, the smells in the air seemed to scream clinical at her. This place felt so much like a science lab or hospital to her. 'Why did they want Joker for here?' she wondered. She looked over at Joker and was certain she saw a look of confusion on his face as well. Joker caught her glance then leaned in and whispered "You having the feeling that something's not right here too Doc?" The doctor nodded, "I'm struggling to see how we are needed here."
Mr Taylor led Joker and Dr Chakwas into what appeared to be a viewing room. Through the large window panel, Dr Chakwas could see an Operating Theatre. There were two surgeons and several machines working on a patient in the middle of the room. The patient's body was covered with scars and broken skin and the doctor saw what looked like burns as well. It was a miracle that this patient survived whatever ordeal they went though, though this could've been an autopsy. It wasn't really clear.
The doctor stared at the situation, still trying to figure out she and Joker fitted into this, when the colour suddenly drained from her face and she gasped at what she was seeing. Joker looked at her with concern and then turned his head to see what the doctor was seeing. The colour then too drained from his face as he looked at the operating table and realised some of their questions may have just been answered. The patient in the middle of that room was someone that Joker and Dr Chakwas knew very well. Commander Lydia Shepard.