AN: Sorry. This chapter includes some inappropriate stuff. It contains nudity and references to adult entertainment. Nothing too inappropriate. Still, um, just thought I should warn y'all. Also next chapter will take place some where besides the Himalayan Lab complex and will focus on some OC's. sorry.

Himalayan Lab Complex, Earth

Above there was light, harsh artificial light, that light blinded the commander. It was the same harsh light that greeted her when she woke up on a table. It fucking burned.

"Isn't it beautiful commander?"

Beautiful was probably stretching it. When Shepard stopped hissing and took it all in she was surprised. Well, she was more then a little surprised. Perhaps befuddled was a more accurate description. This was an armory?

There was a tank sitting close to the Power switch. Mnesia was by the power switch. She'd been by Shepard like 10 seconds ago. Now she was 50 meters away or was it 51 meters away?

Shepard couldn't be sure. Her head was still killing her. And her fever was still messing with her. Not to mention the voices. Jeez, it was hard to tell whether all this was really happening. Felt like a bad dream.

Crude metallic weapons were strewn across tables. Bits of crumbled up paper could also be found. Bloodstains were visible. Strange writing was embedded into certain surfaces. Looking at the writing made Shepard's vision blurry.

And now, the entity known as Mnesia was inexplicably at Shepard's side again.

"Auxilary weapons firing site B is over there. It's straight ahead, a smidge to the left, right by the segmented corpse. There should be some .44 High Explosive ammunition there"

"Thanks", replied the commander.

They went over to said firing site. Shepard to special care to side step the mostly decomposed remains of what looked like a dog, a dog with three sets of teeth. Something caught her eye though. A magazine of some sort, she scooped it up and kept on walking.

And, now that they were at what Shepard assumed must be the firing site, Shepard took a moment to glance at the magazine.

"You have your own version of Fornax?"

The Blue haired entity, who was suddenly a little taller then shepard remembered, glanced at the commander.

"Fornax?"

"An adult entertainment magazine that sentient life forms jerk off to"

The entity glanced over at the cover.

"Must've belonged to one of the scientists."

"Is it normal for people here to have eyes like that?"

"Its normal in The Whites. "

"And their hair?"

"Yes"

Shepard flipped a page.

"Whoah- Holy shit"

The Blue haired entity edged towards the commander and looked down at the page.

"That's possible!", exclaimed Shepard.

"Psionic abilities are extremely powerful in their kind", explained the blue haired entity.

Shepard turned the page. She raised an eyebrow.

"They look like-"

"A common trait in Mercurians"

"You're Mercurian?"

Mnesia did not answer. She went over to the ammo tins.

Shepard, however, kept on flipping through the pages. On one page there was a very well endowed individual with rock hard abs, blue skin, and Crimson eyes. There was a little biography at the bottom of the page.

It was short. It gave their name, Zel. Then it gave their height, weight, hobbies, and age. After that there was an overly flowery description of their ambitions. Followed by section that declared, "How brave!, Zel the Swimmer must be, "to follow the thundering of his heart and seek out the loving embrace of an human lover"

On the next page there was a tabloid style entry that covered the decision of a minor porn star to enter politics. It covered their reasons for doing so. Such as the need for gender-neutral bathrooms in all of Crystal Tokyo, and they talked about the ways that this absence inconvenienced some gender-neutral entertainers who produced their work in older area's of the city.

Yet another page featured a naked figure with lavender eyes and short dark hair. Their right arm was a patchwork of scars. They were missing a few fingers. Their face was turned, so that shadow covered at least half of it.

The other half was well lit. Most of their jaw was missing. They were wearing dark red lipstick. This page did not have a bio.

"Commander. I have scavenged some armor, weapons, and ammo for you".

Shepard closed the magazine. She looked up quickly. The blue haired entity was by their side. A massive pile of dangerous looking objects was at their feet.

"The armor is a stripped down variant of what the auxiliaries use. Lead lining has been removed. Extra ceramic plates have been installed. It was designed to accommodate individuals of Juper ancestry. It should fit you perfectly".

"What kind of protection does it offer?"

"Many soldiers compare it to a t-shirt, or a moist paper bag"

The blue haired entity then continued, "I've also secured 64 bullets for your current weapon. As well as a short barreled derivative of the Designated Marksmen Recoilless revolver Auto Cannon. Each of those drums contains 16 shots. So you'll have 48 shots in total."

Shepard whistled appreciatively, "and I thought The Widow was big"

"I was also able to find a Raven Machine Pistol. Its magazine is half empty. So I recommend you switch it to the Armor piercing semi automatic fire mode."

"Sure"

And with that declaration the commander dropped the adult magazine and started to suit up. The armor was nice and snug. It was pretty heavy. Nothing she couldn't handle though.

Now that she was well armored, she reached for the Machine pistol, and tucked it away. Then she picked up the Marksmen weapon that probably weighed as much as Garrus. She slung it over her shoulder. Then, she grabbed the two spare Mags and tried her hardest to jam said high capacity drums into her pockets. Didn't work out so well. So she loosened up the straps on her upper body armor and tucked those away. If she going to be stuck in this masculine body, then she might as well take advantage of the extra storage space.

"I like these weapons, I think that I'll kill a of people with them", Shepard then pulled out her Raven, and switched it to armor piercing semi auto, "We should go"