"Bring it on!"
James was ready to fight those Cerberus bastards right out of the water. Ever since they'd gotten to Mars, it seemed like the Reaper threat was a thousand miles away.
First, a huge ass storm was about to hit on Mars that would make communicating with the Normandy hell. Second, they find Cerberus executing Alliance soldiers right outside the Archives. Then this polla Major Alenko starts accusing Shepard of secretly working for Cerberus, which he knew wasn't true since he'd been watching over her ever since she turned herself into the Alliance. Now they run into an Asari bitch who thought that they might have blue prints for a weapon to take out the Reapers... on the other side of the facility.
This day was getting better and better...
"Not this time, James."
"WHAT?"
"Get back to the shuttle. If Cerberus beats us to the Archives, I need you covering the exits."
"But..."
"Now, Lieutenant."
'What the fuck? You guys are going into action against Cerberus, and I get to go back and play babysitter? Bullshit!'
But Vega did as he was told. After all, Anderson DID reinstate his commanding position, and he was a soldier to the end.
James rode the lift back down from where they'd come. At least it wouldn't be too hard to get back, but that didn't mean he wasn't pissed off from missing out. However, he could see that Shepard knew that... what was her name? Dr. T'soni...? Anyway, it was clear all three knew each other, and staying around would have just made him feel like the third wheel.
Oh well, beggars can't be choosers...
So when the elevator made it back to the surface, Vega began making the hike back to the Kodiak, which was taking far too long to get to... at least for him. He was hoping the rest of this mission from Anderson was gonna be far more exciting than this.
"Well, at least I got to take a few shots at some Cerberus bastards..."
Though the thought didn't make him feel any better. James gave a heavy sigh.
'At least I got some military action...'
He could see the dust storm was getting closer, maybe closer than he expected it to be. Vega knew that he should be worried about being blown away in the storm, but he was more concerned about why Cerberus wanted the blue prints. And not only that, why were they killing Alliance soldiers if they wanted the blue prints? Shouldn't Cerberus want to help destroy the Reapers? Shouldn't the Illusive Man?
Illusive Man. James had heard of him, but no one knew anything about him. He'd only seen the Illusive Man's face once when the Cerberus operative was HELPING the Collectors on Fehl Prime. Who ever he was, he was a psycho. HELPING COLLECTORS...?
No, he needed to focus.
"Vega to Normandy. Normandy, can you read me?"
The line was static. He tried again, with the same response.
'Dammit. Better let Shepard know.'
