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Chapter 4: Quarantine

Bad luck seemed to follow him, Revan lamented as the slums he and Lia had taken temporary refuge in while the former Dark Lord of the Sith tried to learn at least a little bit of English and Quarian writing and how to use an Omni-tool was quarantined. With her enviro-suit, Lia was well-protected from the effects of the plague but she still needed a ready and sterilized supply of food and filtered water every couple of days and the credits the Spectre's weapon upgrades had gotten the two were running low. The solid black Onyx Mark III heavy armor Revan wore had been expensive, but necessary with their surroundings and Lia had invested in an upgrade for her kinetic barrier at Revan's urging. With the cost of their current safe house, only a little more than three thousand credits remained between the two of them.

Lia typed away at her Omni-tool, cursing to herself every once in a while when she would have to write a new sequence in the AI hacking program she was trying to write to take over one of the nanites in Revan's body. A small drop of crimson blood rested in a sealed container before Lia, a gift from Revan after he accepted an injection of antibiotics after a particularly nasty bout of food poisoning several days prior. It had been nearly a month since they'd come to Omega and while they shared the same living space and assisted each other in whatever work was available; Lia still didn't know much about Revan aside from the fact that he appeared to be able to read minds, had advanced controls over biotic-like abilities and was obsessed with making himself useful.

The Mandalorian-raised former Jedi had been absorbing the writings and how to use the cheap Omni-tool Lia had bought him. Obsessive focus and concentration had given the former Dark Lord the ability to competently read standard human-based texts as well as Quarian-language based programs on his Omni-tool. It was refreshing for Lia to use the language she was familiar with to communicate and work with Revan and his progress was making him less of a dependant and more of an asset. Between the two of them they'd managed to upgrade the kinetic barriers on Lia's enviro-suit and Revan's armor well past military grade functionality. The program they'd written to upgrade their barriers would have fetched a hefty amount of credits on the market if the market was still functioning in their section of Omega. In the meantime they had more pressing concerns.

Revan was obsessing over his submachine gun, trying to decrease the M-4 Shuriken's recoil by tweaking its Mass Effect field with his Omni-tool. Making his weapons more effective just came naturally to his Mandalorian-raised personality and while the technology he was working on was foreign, he was beginning to piece together the functionality of the various new tools he'd been exposed to. It was dramatically different from any tech he'd worked with in his own galaxy but Revan was fairly certain he could manage it with Lia's continued assistance. They'd used the syringe from the antibiotics he'd taken after eating some spoiled Varren meat to draw several thousand nanites from his bloodstream in the hopes of adapting them to other functions. With the tens of millions in place from the treatments Revan had been given as a Mandalorian child, it wasn't even a noticeable loss and the nanites in his body that remained quickly replaced those removed from the various elements floating around the former General's body.

A point two five variance in Revan's DNA gave the plague attacking every non-human but the Vorcha in the slums a window of opportunity to attack the fourth of Revan's genome that was only near-human and not actually human. The result was a distracting headache and a slightly high fever that the former Jedi Knight ignored as he forced himself to concentrate on his work and assimilating as much knowledge about Lia's galaxy as he could. It wasn't until he'd started coughing that Lia was drawn from her own work to spare the former Jedi a worried look.

The plague didn't affect humans and Revan's nanites should and would have acted as a synthetic immune system if it hadn't been for one minor detail. The plague attacking the slums of Omega was manufactured and therefore designed to bypass immune system boosters and synthetic countermeasures. Until a cure could be found that could eliminate the plague fast enough without killing the host, there was no hope for those lacking complete immunity.

Lia flinched at a violent cough from her companion as the man reassembled his SMG, her eyes moving to the nanites she was working on. The plague was ravaging the quarantined slums and had it not been for the quick and in their case unfortunate actions of Aria to seal off the entire section of Omega while it was being ravaged by the plague the illness could very well have been all over Omega and perhaps even beyond. Small comfort for those locked in with the deadly malady.

"Revan are you sure you're alright? I heard there was a Salarian Doctor offering free treatment for anyone suffering from the plague's effects and… well what do we have to lose?"

Lia had been asking the man repeatedly over his health and while Revan himself wasn't entirely sure given the increased pressure inside his skull and the wet cough he'd developed in the last several hours, the Force was not screaming danger and Revan reassured himself that it was not the plague but a reaction to some spoiled food he'd eaten. The Force and technology could do many things but it still took time to clear out whatever poison was affecting him. The fact that he was mostly human and that humans were immune played a large part in Revan's complacency, but the effects were nauseating and distracting from his very necessary work.

"I don't have time to be sick, Lia. Until this plague is gone and the quarantine is lifted we are trapped here… with ever decreasing supplies and likely thousands of very hungry and very hostile sentient beings who would most definitely place higher value on their own livelihood and comfort than those of strangers. We have enough food here. We have reliable enough weapons and defenses. Why bother with unnecessary risks? I took the antibiotics and with me being mostly human, there is little danger of the plague affecting me. We can't believe a rumor in a situation like this. We have to make due with what we have and protect what is ours."

It wasn't denial. Revan knew his body and its responses well enough to know what was a danger to him and the plague that was ravaging Omega's slums was not. The mortality rate was too high for the Force to ignore such a danger and while he would definitely be exposed to the plague and perhaps some of its symptoms, Revan knew he would live. Living was enough… it was how he'd lived with himself after Malachor V. The Force would sustain him if his body and its nanites failed. It would just take time. It always took time, he only needed patience.

Not bothering to voice his reasoning, Revan continued to suffer from the effects of the plague, his body and its defenses fighting the bio-engineered weapon of the Collectors while his quarian companion worried over the steadily increasing coughing fits of her companion as well as the ashen pallor of his skin. The man would admit to being ill, but would brush off her concerns. Had she known Revan better, Lia may have taken what he said as truth and continued working on strengthening their apartment's defenses. Lia'Vael nar Ulnay did not know Revan's abilities, though. He'd been vague in his explanations to her questions and she'd been too distracted by her work to truly take the time to push Revan for more detailed answers as to his abilities and his past.

It was concerning at times to the quarian youth to realize the man she'd been working with almost every waking moment for weeks was a stranger to her and while she made some efforts to change that, Lia was afraid of the glimmer of darkness that would flicker in Revan's eyes when she would ask him about where he was from. The man simply had no interest in reliving his past it seemed. Revan only rushed forward, his focus bordering on compulsive obsession. Were she to describe his actions to another, Lia would have been hard pressed to offer any true observation aside from their initial interaction. Revan was quiet and attentive when absorbing knowledge and helpful as well as brilliant in his application of his abilities and knowledge.

Still, Revan lacked any strong feelings over his situation and it showed. The man treated the knowledge he gained as necessary to survival and functionality in the new galaxy he was trapped in and failed to see how his own world's technology and its very different function was showing in his work. Instead of changing the principles of the tech he was still learning to use, Revan implemented his own understanding of his own galaxy's technology into his work. Technology that had reached its limited point of advancement thousands of years before. The result was a kinetic barrier that was near-impenetrable and supplemented by nanotech long outlawed by the Citadel.

Revan's condition was not improving, despite the lack of danger Revan felt through the Force and while he was able to ignore the possible dangers of having the plague, Lia was not. It was what led the young woman from their shared quarters to the streets of the slums as she walked along the centuries-old corridors towards Mordin Solus' clinic. Revan had simply passed out over his work on his SMG and Lia was at a loss for what to do. She had next to no understanding of human reactions to sickness and after rearranging Revan's unresponsive body into a more comfortable position, she couldn't stand idly by and wait. She needed help and wasn't afraid to ask for it. Sealing the door behind her, Lia took her M-23 Katana firmly in her hands and moved through the abandoned corridors, her breath heavy beneath her mask as she cautiously worked her way towards Mordin's clinic in search of help for her companion.

Former C-Sec Officer Shari'a T'Nala quickly checked her Omni-tool to confirm she was in the right district of Nos Astra before confirming the address of the Information Broker her cousin had initiated contact with. It had taken her weeks as well as thousands of credits to get a face-to-face meeting with Liara T'Soni. Apparently the Information Brokers had all been busy with unsubstantiated rumors of the cause of the disappearing human colonies as well as the apparent survival of one Commander John Shepard, Alliance N7 Operative and Council Spectre. None of this really mattered to Shari'a, though. She only cared about finding the man who'd escaped C-Sec custody weeks before and clear her conscience and perhaps her name as well.

The Information Broker's officer overlooked a trading floor in the glittering streets of Nos Astra and Shari'a tried her best to ignore the exposed feeling that came over her when she was granted leave by the Asari assistant who'd introduced herself as Nyxeris to enter the office. A young Asari Maiden sat at an expensive desk, her eyes locked on the terminal before her as she typed away with obsessive focus. Behind the Information Broker an expansive window made up the entire opposite end of the officer. Perfect for seeing if someone was coming for you but at the same time presenting a very easy target to a sharpshooter.

"Miss T'Soni?"

Liara barely glanced up from her terminal, sparing the former C-Sec Officer a quick glance before she motioned to the seat in front of her desk and resumed her work. Shari'a took a seat and quietly waited for Liara to continue, the silence between the two Asari drawing out for several moments before the younger Asari's gray eyes flickered over her terminal's screen and then locked with Shari'a's.

"Ah, former Officer T'Nala. I see you've asked for my assistance in locating a certain fugitive and his belongings which escaped custody from the Citadel several weeks ago?"

The casual way the Information Broker spoke put Shari'a on edge momentarily before she forced herself to relax into the comfortable ergonomic chair and confirmed the accuracy of Liara's assumption. Liara frowned briefly as she cast a glance at her terminal, her eyes lowering to her desk for a scarce moment and then rising to meet Shari'a's. Her contacts had filtered all relevant information of the man C-Sec had arrested and interrogated and while the treatment of the man had been deplorable, she also understood the dangers this individual represented to the galaxy after having seen the power of the Reapers first-hand in her journey with Commander Shepard.

Flinching slightly at the thought of her formerly deceased lover, Liara carefully compartmentalized her own personal feelings over the matter and cast an inquiring glance at the field-pack strapped to Shari'a's shoulder.

"My sources have been unable to locate the fugitive, I'm afraid. I can confirm that he escaped C-Sec through the air ducts and took a transport from the Citadel, however there have been no reports of anyone matching the man's description that are solid. He has either vanished to do Goddess knows what or has disguised his appearance. Too many craft left the Citadel in the timeframe of your fugitive's escape to e certain where he went."

Liara turned her attention back to her terminal, typing in a quick sequence and frowning at the information before her. Every time the name Cerberus came up, all she could see was the burnt remains of Shepard, the face of the Drell that had helped her find his body and give it to the pro-human extremist group.

Despite all the horrible things Cerberus had done, she couldn't give up the chance that they could bring back Shepard and she had given them his body and in the process ; gotten the Drell, Feron captured by the Shadow Broker's agents and made an enemy of the most prominent and powerful spy network in the known galaxy. The Shadow Broker was not forgiving but then again, Liara had openly stood against his organization and stopped him from giving Shepard's body to the Collectors. She went a step further and since the day she'd last seen her lover's body, she dedicated every waking moment to finding the Shadow Broker, destroying his work and making him pay for what he tried to do to Shepard and what he'd done to her Feron.

Liara's time as an Information Broker had been a humbling and eye-opening experience. Gone was the naïve and caring archeologist and in its place was something every human male had learned to fear and respect. A woman scorned.

"I… I did however find that the… unnamed fugitive's belongings were stolen from C-Sec by Cerberus. I am certain I do not need to tell you who they are."

Shari'a sighed, rubbing her eyes wearily as she wondered as to the involvement of a known enemy of the Council in the fugitive's near-complete disappearance.

"I suppose we both know what has happened to him now."

Liara failed to respond for a moment to Shari'a's statement, her eyes flickering to her terminal's screen as it displayed a real-time image of a Turian Spectre with listening equipment. The sensors within her officer had tracked the Citadel Operative as soon as he'd scaled the rooftops of an adjacent building and with a quick motion, Liara turned off the screen and removed a datapad, typing out a quick and short message before sliding the pad over to Shari'a. The former C-Sec Officer frowned before her eyes shifted to the text Liara had hastily typed out.

"We are being watched, play along and I will explain later."

Turning her eyes from the datapad to Liara, Shari'a gave a quick, imperceptible nod and sat back in her chair, sighing heavily.

"Cerberus would have him dissected and spread across seven systems by now. They wouldn't have any issues with illegal tech, let alone abduction and theft of Citadel property. This is a hopeless path, the technology the man brought with him isn't used to destroy us."

On a nearby rooftop, Turian Spectre Tydinus Halcyon growled as he tossed aside his listening device. He'd wasted weeks tracking Shari'a T'Nala's progress while his own network of spies confirmed that it was Cerberus that had infiltrated the Citadel and stolen the fugitive's possessions. He'd continued following the very small lead the former C-Sec officer's personal crusade had drudged up, but hearing his own source's information that he'd received weeks before corroborated by an outside source, not to mention the very expensive inquiry the Council had made to the Shadow Broker's agents that had reaped the same information was too much of a waste of time for his tastes. He'd become a Spectre to avoid these kinds of messes and not he was back where he started.

Stowing his gear and casting one last baleful glare in the direction of Liara T'Soni's office, the Spectre began his difficult ascent of the building, cursing Asari architecture and the Council's new policy of following every minor lead. The fact that they had the information to clear Shari'a's name and did not bother to acknowledge their mistake spoke volumes to the Spectre. Failure was not to be tolerated. Sighing, Tydinus' mandibles flared slightly in irritation as he realized he would need to track down the registry of every last ship to leave the Citadel in the window of opportunity Revan had to make good his escape. It would be time-consuming and a headache he didn't need but it was his only option. The Spectre only hoped the Council would not hold him responsible when the time came to report his progress.

Liara T'Soni smirked slightly as she switched off her terminal screen once more. Her informants had spotted the Spectre that had been charged to execute Revan the moment he'd entered the Imathea Cluster. As the Council had never bothered to seek her services as an Information Broker following her vocal support of Shepard's theory on the Reapers, she had no ties with the Citadel and no love was lost there.

Had Liara not personally known Shari'a's cousin, she may not have imparted the next tidbit of information to the former C-Sec officer, but having a previous and reliable client vouch for Shari'a, Liara offered it freely… minus a small finder's fee of course.

"Its safe now, Shari'a. Cerberus does not have the fugitive… his name is Revan Qel-Droma by the way. He is actually a rather interesting personality from what my contact on Omega observed before he was… well, that is part of the reason I did not want the Citadel to know of this. From what I have pieced together of the man, he is from another galaxy that is filled with sentient life that evolved upon a very different path both culturally as well as technologically. It took cannibalizing an outdated data recorder salvaged from an archaic shuttle for that much information. He is currently residing in a quarantined district of Omega's slums with a Quarian by the name of Lia'Vael nar Ulnay. The poor girl was on her pilgrimage on the Citadel when he abducted both her as well as her transport but from the recordings from her shuttle, she has decided to work with him in the meantime…"

Liara quickly took the datapad she'd passed to Shari'a earlier and entered the necessary codes to unlock the information stored within. Shari'a took the device warily, her eyes focused on the small screen that showed Lia giving Revan a haircut and the two bickering over what parts of the Spectre pistol to keep and which parts to sell. Aside from various video and audio files was a small summary of information from Liara's contact on Omega. The information was thorough and followed simple observations of the subject as he interacted with others in the slums he'd taken refuge in.

"I regret to say my informant was taken ill by the plague affecting the slums and is no longer active."

Dead; she meant. Disbelievingly, Shari'a looked up from the datapad to meet Liara's eyes. She would have given her biotics to have that kind of intelligence back on the Citadel. The Information Broker simply smiled, ducking her head slightly as she answered the unasked question in Shari'a's eyes.

"I am a very good Information Broker."

Shari'a huffed slightly in disbelief, only able to nod to the younger Asari's statement as she curiously perused the information on the datapad. She would have to code-lock the data pad before leaving of course, but in the meantime she needed something else from the Information Broker. Reaching into the satchel slung over her shoulder, Shari'a slowly removed Revan's mask from the cloth she'd wrapped it in and set it on Liara's desk carefully. The former Asari scientist simply smiled knowingly as she accepted the device, turning the mask over in her hands and frowning at how similar it looked to the N7 Breather mask she'd last seen Shepard wear on the original Normandy. It wasn't the same though, and Liara pushed past the ball of hatred and sorrow she felt remembering that time, her keen gray eyes studying each chip in the mask's red and black paint and each dent and puncture in the aged Mandalorian mask Revan had recovered from Cathar nearly a decade before.

While biotics were most definitely not the Force, the Asari's ability to meld telepathically with other sentient beings offered the Asari Maiden the barest glimpse of the emotions imprinted onto the mask through the Force. Gasping in shock at the sensation, Liara dropped the mask, her pupils completely dilated and black as she pushed herself away from the desk to stand and pace the room briefly. Shari'a, having never attempted to connect mentally with an inanimate object, even inadvertently merely frowned in confusion while she waited for Liara to recover.

"That- that mask. It has a mental signature! I- I've never felt- never felt such hatred in my life."

The only sensation she could describe from her brief mental impression of the mask was simply that, hate. The level of that hatred though, was suffocating. Whatever that mask stood for it was not something as simple as anger or revenge. It was a cold hatred that encased every fiber of ones being and permeated their every act. With a completely serious expression, Liara turned her eyes to meet Shari'a's and let out a quivering breath, still trying to banish the sensation of hatred that made the anger she felt against the Shadow Broker seem small by comparison.

"Do not let your guard down around Revan. The- the imprint I received through that mask gave the glimpse of a very disturbed mind, perhaps even one damaged beyond repair. His actions cannot be trusted or understood. He-"

Liara staggered slightly, bringing a hand to her head as she tried to fight off the nausea she felt after the brief insight into the mind of one of the Republic's most brutal killers and once vaunted hero. Beneath the hatred had been a drive, a cold and logical drive that focused on only one end goal, regardless of the costs.

"He would burn a thousand worlds to reach his goal… Goddess only knows what it is, but he- he can't be trusted."

The horror and absolute certainty in Liara's eyes when she cast a pleading and slightly hysterical look to Shari'a was enough to convince the former C-Sec Officer to take the advice seriously. She wasn't about to go gallivanting carelessly into Omega in search of a man who'd taken down a Spectre without lifting a finger and evaded Citadel Security successfully. It would have been something impulsive that was better suited to a Maiden, not a Matron and Shari'a took the mask from Liara's desk, gazing into its design thoughtfully before rewrapping it and returning it to her pack. Thanking the disheveled and distracted Information Broker Shari'a made her way to the apartment she was temporarily renting on the Asari colony, her thoughts turning to gathering her belongings and getting to Omega as soon as was possible. What she'd failed to share with Liara was the recordings from the mask that spanned both Revan's time as a Dark Lord of the Sith, a Jedi General in service of the Republic and the actions of the mask's previous owner, a young Mandalorian woman who'd refused to take part in a genocidal slaughter on Cathar years before and had paid the price with her life.

She knew enough to be wary of the man who owned the mask and called himself Revan. Having seen many atrocities and battles through the man's own eyes in a sense, Shari'a was more knowledgeable than anyone else in her galaxy as to what Revan was capable of, but unlike Liara and countless Republic citizens and Jedi who'd questioned his decisions, Shari'a knew the truth as Revan's former apprentice Darth Malak had. They were facing a hopeless war with an infinitely more powerful enemy with the drive to push the rest of their galaxy to extinction while the rest of the galaxy was content to ignore the threat in favor of more local and simpler concerns. Such a damning scenario brought back memories of the warnings of Commander Shepard before his disappearance two years ago as well as the Council's inaction to first his accusations of Saren and then his claims of the Reapers being behind the rogue Spectre's war against the Council.

Cerberus Operative Miranda Lawson shifted uncomfortable as she followed Commander Shepard into a quarantined section of Omega's slums. Knowing the plague only affected aliens and not humans was comforting, but the smell as well as the general feel of the death around her was unsettling. She had no great love of alien species but she neither had any issues with them. To see dozens of bodies laying about in pools of plague-ridden blood and piled onto pyres was a visceral and damning sight.

The hopelessness of it all weighed on her as she followed the Commander with Jacob Taylor covering their backs and Shepard in the lead. She just hoped Mordin Solus could deliver an effective countermeasure against the seeker swarms the Collectors were using the paralyze the colonists they abducted. The Cerberus Operative nearly opened fire on a quarian that was creeping along the near-deserted corridors, only stopping when she realized the female quarian was not stalking them but actually heading in a very specific direction. One they were following as well since they'd had the great pleasure of entering the quarantine zone.

"Shepard, look there."

John Shepard cast a quick glance to Miranda before turning his eyes to where the Operative was pointing. Spotting the tell-tale enviro-suit of a quarian, Shepard briefly recalled his interaction with his former crewmate Tali'Zorah vas Neema formerly nar Rayaa on Freedom's Progress. It had been a disaster when the rest of Tali's squad had broken with their plan to work together and were subsequently slaughtered. Shaking his head at the thought of the incident on the abducted and abandoned human colony, Shepard quickly holstered his assault rifle and approached the distracted quarian woman. He'd seen enough dead quarians on Freedom's Progress to let this one slip by him.

"Excuse me!"Shepard's voice pierced the silence of the corridor and Lia'Vael turned with a gasp, here shotgun coming to bear on the Commander as he quickly raised his hands and made a quick motion to his Cerberus companions to hold their fire. Jacob and Miranda quickly complied and Lia relaxed slightly at the friendly expression on the human's face.

"Keelah you scared me! What- what do you want, human?"

Knowing not to take offence to Lia's slightly stammered question as well as its phrasing, Shepard offered a kind smile, keeping his hands out in a gesture of supplication as he slowly approached the quarian youth.

"You look like you're trying to get to Doctor Solus' clinic. We're heading in that direction and if you can keep from shooting at us we wouldn't mind the extra gun."

Lia sighed in relief when the armored human stopped approaching her. She knew better than to trust strangers but she'd made a habit of rash decisions in the wake of her pilgrimage's disastrous beginning and while she was wary of the three humans, their apparent leader appeared to be genuine in his offer. Most humans and other species didn't bother to hide their resentment of quarians but this man did not appear hostile to her and his companions both had neutral expressions as they checked their surroundings cautiously for outside threats.

"That- I couldn't ask you to take me there but if- if you are going that way as well I would appreciate the company."

Shepard smiled gently at the young woman as she lowered her weapon and approached her, offering his right hand to her. Lia gazed at the gesture curiously for a moment before she remembered what her father had told her about human gestures and which ones to avoid before she took the man's five-digit hand in her three, shaking it firmly.

"Commander Shepard. That's Miranda and Jacob over there."The man offered, gesturing to his companions after introducing himself and stirring a distant memory in Lia's mind that failed to surface at that moment. The quarian nervously glanced at the two humans accompanying Shepard, the woman giving her a blank but non-hostile look while the dark-skinned man offered a friendly nod and a slight smile to her.

"L- Lia'Vael nar Ulnay."

Shepard's smile wavered slightly at the girl's title, realizing that Lia was a quarian on her pilgrimage that happened to be in just about the worst place imaginable.

"If you don't mind me asking, how did a quarian on her pilgrimage end up in a quarantine zone on Omega? You're not in any danger of the plague are you?"

Pushing past the surprise of a human knowing about the pilgrimage, Lia caught the look of concern on the man's face as he inquired as to the plague and she shifted nervously, trying to decide what she could tell the humans of her very odd companion.

"I- I came here with a friend I was helping. The pilgrimage is not just about bringing something of value back to the flotilla but to also prove that we are willing to give of ourselves without wishing for something in return. He- he has taken ill recently and I was hoping to get some help for him from Doctor Solus."

Shepard's concerned expression grew as he cast a glance towards his companions. He couldn't help but respect the quarian youth's courage to trek through a quarantined war zone for her companion and he quickly checked the map EDI had uploaded to his HUD upon arrival on Omega.

"Is your friend far from here? We can bring him to Mordin's clinic for you. Save you the return trip if we can help it."

Lia's shoulders rose and dropped slightly as she let out a heavy breath in relief. It was terrifying stalking through the abandoned streets with only dead bodies as company and she quickly agreed to Shepard's offer, missing the annoyed look that crossed Miranda's features at the delay to their mission.

"Should have stayed on the bloody Normandy."

Miranda moaned quietly to herself, thinking of the crate of unique and alien technology she'd taken the pains of securing and stowing on the transport off of Project Lazarus' research station. She'd been making progress at reconstructing the odd cylindrical device with EDI's assistance and was loathe to the distraction from her work. Still, stopping the Collectors was her priority and she wouldn't stop until the threat to humanity was dealt with accordingly.

"Thank you for this, you don't know what this means to me- to us! Revan has been ill for days not and is showing signs of the plague."

Miranda would later support Shepard's seemingly meaningless distractions as the one he was about to embark on would be very advantageous to her own little side project. Of course, that acceptance would come only after Mordin confirmed that humans were indeed immune to the plague and that Revan was only susceptible because of his near-human and not total-human status.