I spent a good 4, almost 5 days in the care of Doctor Mordin Solus. Most of the tests would take some time to complete but that was expected. He had many questions and most of the time his train-of-thought-speech answered some of them already, only requiring a simple confirmation to see if he was correct or not. I knew that in the end I would be here for some time and was hoping I'd get to talk to Commander Shepard soon. He had already sent word to Dr. Solus saying he had read my file and had accessed the information on the data chip. Under the orders of Dr. Solus I was not allowed to leave the confines of the Med-Bay or talk to anyone else. Still a security risk. I sighed softly as the good doctor took another sample of my blood. I looked across from me and went back to looking out the window to what looked to be the crew's galley: A semi-small kitchen, a table to eat at and a small open space. I was tired of being in a scientists-doctor setting.
"Is something wrong Miss O'Reilly?" asked Dr. Solus. He pulled out the needle from my arm and dabbed a small amount of medi-gel. I could already see the gel working on closing the tiny hole.
"No offense Doctor Solus-"
"Mordin." He replied before he walked off.
"Mordin, right. Well I've been stuck in the same type of setting for so long. I know that as soon as you're done testing there's the possibility of me being able to walk out of here, but habit is telling me that I'm going back to cryo for another extended period of time. I don't like staying here if I don't have too…" I trailed off with a sigh.
"Well most tests are complete or will be. Shepard requires your presence to discuss the information you have given him and your terms. Will require more answers form you later. Can wait. More pressing matters. Eve needs more antibiotics. Status stable. But must be careful."
I glanced at the Krogan who had remained quiet, except or her polite introduction when she caught me looking at her in the beginning. She had shared little really and that was fine since Dr. Sol- Mordin had been making me take a bunch of tests; some which required a biopsy of my inner tissue.
"So I can go?" I asked.
"Yes yes. Major Alenko is sitting at table, waiting for your arrival to take you to Shepard."
I smiled. I was out! I hoped of the table with ease and started walking out. The doors opened and quickly I walked out but not before turning and called out: "Feel better Eve! Bye Mordin!"
The doors closed behind me. I turned right and came face-to… well nose with a man. I took a step back and looked up a bit. Attractive man. Possibly mid-thirties? Dark hair, combed back perfectly.
"Uh, Major Alenko I presume?"
The man nodded. "Yeah that's me. Pleasure to meet you." He held out his hand in the standard human greeting. Man this guy was polite. A joke came to my head but I only smiled hoping it would come off as me just being friendly.
"Nice to meet you as well Major."
"Shepard's waiting for you in the briefing room." He took one step away and started walking, with me quick to follow a half step behind him. Walking into the elevator, it only took it a few seconds for it to reach to new floor. The Major walked out and headed to a door labeled 'Briefing Room'. "One of your companions, Adams I think it was has been trying to talk to him, but Shepard says he'll only talk to you."
"Yeah Adams doesn't like not being in charge." I answered as the doors opened. Inside was Shepard, an Asari and of course the Turian from earlier- Garrus.
"Going over your Commanding Officer's head will usually make them mad." Shepard commented.
I rolled my eyes, "He's not my Commanding Officer. He's the only one who actually said yes to join the United States Armed Forces. Everyone else is all Private Sectors, but since we were a part of the project we were given Government clearance and technically a rank based on skills before and after testing. Which I guess turned into Alliance clearance and rank when the Nations of the Earth decided to join together."
"But wouldn't that mean he outranks you?" the Asari mused. She was just as pretty as the first Asari I met, different though. She stood around my own height, with the standard Asari blue colored skin and the 'hair-tentacles' as I called them. Her mainly white with blue trimmed outfit held some armored plates that seemed flexible and easy to move in. She had… a really great body. I quickly answered her before it looked like I was checking her out.
"We're not a Military Unit. Technically anyways. We stuck together after being 'released' from the facility because our chances of survival were higher together."
"Speaking of your facility. We understand the basis of what you were brought in for, but all these extra… experiments are somewhat…" the Asari trailed off seeming at a loss for words to describe what exactly had occurred.
"Well I can tell you what extras I have. I can't mention certain things about the others." Shepard nodded his head and leaned forward to listen. I lifted my arm to bring up my Omni-tool and lifted it just a bit higher to activate the program: a hologram of an orange human body appeared.
"Let's see. First were the weaves: bone, muscle and skin." The hologram lit up my entire body to a now yellow-ish color to show where. Then it showed certain magnified sections of the weaves construction; it looked like one of my old science text books. "It was one of the bases of when the weaves were first introduced to the human anatomy. It's why it was released so quickly- human experiments with our consent of course. Our bodies would heal slowly in cryo so that if anything went wrong the doctors and scientists could fix or remove anything. Um, a few more tests were run to give us vaccines for diseases that had been cured as well as any illnesses. So, we'll actually live as long as a standard human will now." The text book image remained.
"During and after the First Contact War, the interest in Turians with the guys in the labs was at an all-time high and that's where the rest of my learning went. All my learning was spent on watching the Turians when I was sent back to sleep: language, reactions and movements." My ears, throat and part of my chest were highlighted in green as well as my mouth and stomach. "As you can hear my voice is altered. Turian voice box- lab grown and Turian approved. My ears were heightened to hear the wide range of frequencies when sub-harmonics are involved. And my teeth were hardened. My stomach was merged with cells from a Turian and after years of fixes, I was the only one who accepted the change. According to a few of the tests that I'm a bit hazy on, I can survive off of dextro-amino based food as well as levo-amino."
"You're like a walking science miracle. Transplants from one species to another is very risky. Positive results would be minimal." The Asari concluded.
"A walking science project more like it." I replied.
"And why the want to speak with me?" Garrus asked. His mandibles twitched slightly. He was still regarding me as a threat, albeit less than last time. It was a start at least. His stance had slackened from someone who was ready to take on a threat to someone who was just wary of a new thing in their environment.
"I was, in a sense, forced to watch years of footage to better understand you. I've watched children's videos, fake films, data feeds, and of course documentaries. I've had to watch programs that re-ran the same image in different speeds and in different magnifications to understand what the smallest flick of your mandibles would mean." I sighed looking away from him. "You're the first Turian I've ever met; hell the first I've ever seen. I'm curious." His mandibles stayed still, trying to figure out what reaction to have towards me.
"I just have questions…" I mumbled.
The Asari laughed trying to ease any tension and make it less awkward- for who? Mostly likely the Turian. "Well unless those questions have anything that is relevant to calibrations and guns, especially sniper rifles, I'm not sure that Garrus would have much to say." Garrus huffed softly at this but it seemed to be in good nature.
I bit my lip softly before looking at Garrus. "Do you prefer Automatic, Single-Shot, or Semi?"
His mandibles lifted a bit, more so on one side, an equivalent to a smirk, before he looked to Shepard and I could see Shepard grinning; when he nodded his head Garrus looked back to me and answered: "Single shot."
"Hmm. Well I'm going to assume you don't mean a charged single shot? That would mean you prefer the M-92 Mantis or the M-98 Widow , unless you use an older model."