I am sorry for how long this chapter took to come out.
Anyway the question was what is the name of the Drell homeworld?
The answer is Rakhana and the winner is DirtyBlue929. Good job.
Before the chapter i would like to clear up a few things
The Wildcard
Part 11
"The problem is it is only programmed to treat human injuries." Plague explained to Mordin in the tech lab. "I was wondering if you could help me out with this problem."
Plague was standing on the other side of Mordin's workstation. He watched as the salarian examined his Prototype Medic Power Armor's helmet.
"Interesting." Mordin said after a short silence. "No markings from the manufacturer, human design, but the methods used in its creation don't seem to be as advanced. It is both advanced with it's design and functions, but at the same time…lacking all current day technology used by humans."
"What you are holding is a one of a kind." 101 explained as he leaned against a wall. "I want to keep it that way. Normally I would kill anyone trying to get their hands on my gear. I am giving you a chance. I'm taking a leap of faith here."
"Understood." the scientist said as he looked away from the helmet to look at Plague. "After hearing about your performance on Purgatory, I can see why you would be hesitant to let anyone mass produce your armors. I also believe you are making a wise choice. Cerberus's influence would increase if they received a schematic. I may be a scientist, but I am aware of the consequences of revealing such an apotheosis."
"We have an understanding then?" Plague asked as he tilted his head.
"Yes, 101." he answered with a quick nod. "All data will be stored on my Omni tool to prevent any information leaks. It will delete all crucial information if something were to happen to me."
When Plague first met the salarian, the first words that popped in his head, was foresight, understanding, resourceful, discreet. Now after talking to the man a few times, four words popped into his head to be added to the rest. Slow The Fuck Down.
"I have the data you want to integrate into your armor, but I am a little worried about how a will transfer it." he said as he pushed a few buttons on his Omni tool. "The helmet is somehow blocks all transmissions."
With a sigh, Plague got the helmet from him and started to manipulate some mechanisms within the helmet.
"It was built in a time of nuclear war." Plague started to explain. "It's design helps it stay functional while in close proximity to a bomb going off..."
Mordin had been silent until those last few words. "The EMP sent out from a nuclear explosion in the upper atmosphere. Yes. Lead would have to be in the design to provide radiation resistance, backup systems, manual restart. Outside casing blocks outside interference. A solid transfer then. Wires, cables?"
As he said that, Plague had activated to last mechanism. A little hatch opened to reveal a plug attached to a cable that Plague pulled out.
"Correct." 101 answered.
Taylor Shepard POV
"Docking to the Citadel, Commander." Joker informed Shepard over the intercom. "Want me to dismiss the crew to shore leave?"
Shepard was just coming out of the shower in her room when Joker asked.
"That's fine Joker." She replied as she grabbed a towel. "None crucial personnel only though. I'm going to go meet up with Captian Anderson in the Presidium. Call Garrus, and Mordin to the airlock please."
"Sure, Commander. Tell the Caption I said hi…and leather seats are WAY better, if he asks."
Shepard rolled her eyes as she walked to her already prepared set of armor on her bed. She didn't want to seem hostile, just able to show she didn't go soft over the years. Sure she was dead for the last two years, but everyone ells didn't know that.
Last time she came to the Citadel, it was to refuel, and stock up on supplies. She barely had time to pick up Kasumi.
Kasumi Goto POV
Kasumi was admiring the view of the Citadel through her viewport window when Joker's voice went over the intercom.
"Crew, we are now docking with the Citadel. None essential personnel are entitled to shore leave." Joker announced. "We are leaving in 10 hours. Commander wants you all back in 8. Have fun everybody."
Once the announcement was over, Kasumi could hear cheering in the next room.
The cheers made her smile a little at how easily Joker had raised their spirits.
"Garrus, and Mordin are supposed to meet up with Shepard in the airlock." the pilot finished.
The thief closed the viewport's shutters when a new train of thoughts crossed her mind.
Three days ago, Plague had told her where he was from. She kept showing her smile to him, while on the inside, she was confused.
Such a reality couldn't exist. An Earth covered in radiation that mutated the wildlife, reduced the world to a wasteland. One can't just travel through dimensions. She wanted to comfort him in his depressed state in the hanger.
Her mind told her he was lying, but his face told her otherwise. She didn't know what to believe. Kasumi had been avoiding him since then. She didn't know what to say, nor did she know if she should believe his words. And her avoiding him made the thief feel terrible. If he was telling the truth, then she might be the only person he could talk to. To tell her what he felt about his surroundings, to tell her how lost he was in the new world he found himself in, to tell her how his life was before…this existence.
It would be the same as leaving a child on an alien world, without a guide.
She needed to find a way to prove it. Sure his technology was advanced, but how did she know some company hadn't been building all of it in secret, and Plague hadn't just taken it while they had they're backs turned.
She could engage him in conversation, and see if he slips at some point, and watch his reaction. There was always the option of taking him on the Citadel. She could watch his reactions to whichever species he hadn't seen yet. See if the tall buildings were truly alien to him.
A smile worked a way on her face when the idea popped in her head. She could invite Plague, and show him, in a way, around town.
Plague POV
101 was in his room sharpening a replacement knife, to replace the one he lost on Purgatory.
He smiled as he remembered Gardner's face when the butcher knife went missing.
"Why the fuck do you have a sledgehammer?" Jack asked as she looked around his arsenal.
He and Jack had arguments here, and there, but in a way they developed some kind of punk brother sister relationship. There was no name for what they were really. It was definitely not romantic. Sure Plague was easily attracted to women, but Jack reminded him far too much of himself. He and Jack would slowly gravitate towards each other, and then try to piss the other off in an attempt to kill time, or fight boredom. They would curse each other out when there was nothing to do. Jack tossed him around every once in a while with her biotics.
Jack seemed to enjoy doing that, and seeing if he could shake it off. He did, every time. It was a little game they shared. Well…I game for the biotic.
They weren't friends, simply something for each other to tolerate and vent on.
"Why the fuck shouldn't I have a sledgehammer?" Plague asked as he turned his chair around. "Never know when someone could use some renovating in the skull area."
"That's fucked up." Jack replied as she walked to the door. "See you later, Fishbowl."
He simply waved her off as he spun his chair back to the workbench.
He tested the knife's weight in his hands as Joker made his announcement. He hadn't really met the man yet, but he could tell he was an alright guy. Perhaps in the future he could strike up a conversation later.
The now repurposed weapon, flipped in Plague's hand with quick precision and ease as he wondered what the Citadel was. Sure he had heard some things on Omega, but never anything clear. He knew that C-Sec was the law enforcement, security was tight, few good bars.
Jevsensa, the turian bartender at Afterlife, told him he had a cousin working in a place called Chora's Den in the Wards District. Wherever that was.
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard his door open again. Thinking it was just Jack again, he kept sharpening the knife.
"Plague?" a familiar female voice said.
He put the knife down and turned his chair, to see Kasumi in the doorway.
"Ms. Goto." Plague greeted, as he got out of his chair.
He hadn't seen the thief since he confessed his origins. Sure he saw her around the ship, but there was never a time to talk. She always had somewhere to go.
He started to feel as if she was avoiding him.
"Do you need something?" Plague asked as he walked around his ammo cases.
"Oh, not much. I was going to go on shore leave actually." she informed him with one of her trademark smiles on her face. "Was wondering if you wanted to go with me. I could show you around."
"Why?" 101 asked with some confusion. "This some kind of date, or do you expect some shooting?
He was always used to someone luring him into a trap. He knew he was worrying too much. Old habits die hard.
"Not a date, just friends. Just to show you around." Kasumi answered as she tilted her head. "You really want a girl like myself, walking the streets alone?"
"Not all girls walking the streets can cloak, while hacking into a restricted area." Plague joked as he held out an arm to her.
Kasumi was blinded by everything in the room atomizing. Once the light died down, Plague was in an old gray tux, along with a top hat, along with some dark leather gloves, to hide his robotic fingers.
"How many outfits do you have?" Kasumi blurted out once she saw him. Her eyes were wide as she fought down a chuckle. "I guess I don't need to worry about you dressing for an occasion."
Kasumi looped her hand around his, and they walked out of the room. Once they got in the elevator, Plague could see his companion taking quick looks at him.
"Something wrong, Mrs. Goto?" he asked as the doors opened to deck 2.
"Nothing." she answered quickly. "Just, not really sure where to take you."
Plague chuckled a little, as they made their way to the airlock. Members of the crew looked at them as they passed.
101 didn't know if it was the unexpected formalwear he was using, or if it was how he and Kasumi were walking together.
"We could find a bar, or something." Plague offered. "Maybe, see the sights?"
"That sounds good." Kasumi agreed as she looked at the cockpit. "Hey flyboy, me and Plague are going on shore leave." she explained as the airlock opened.
"Ya, ya…" a man, who Plague guessed was Joker acknowledged. "…wait, with who?"
The airlock door closed before Kasumi could answer, or she didn't really want to answer.
Kasumi's actions were a mystery sometimes.
Once they were finally off the ship, Plague was greeted by the familiar sounds of the crowds. Well…it was familiar in Omega. In the wastes, a noise meant something was nearby that either wanted to eat you, or simply kill you and take your belongings.
Kasumi Goto POV
Kasumi guided Plague slowly through the docking area, and when she saw him looking through the viewport, she came to a stop to let him take in the view.
She saw his mouth open and close a few times, maybe not sure of what to say.
The thief thought the view was beautiful as well. The arms of the Citadel, the purple nebula off in the distance. The buildings that could be seen on each arm, distant lights from fly cars going from destination, to destination.
But she wasn't as shocked as Plague. His eyes widened as a ship flew past the window.
She didn't expect him to re atomize something on the other side of him.
Her face showed some alarm, until he lifted the item.
A pair of binoculars. "Binoculars."
She saw that one lens was cracked, as he lifted it to his eyes. A smile formed on his face, as he examined the area.
The look on his face, made her smile. He was like a child, looking at the stars for the first time.
"Want to take a look?" he asked out of nowhere, as he handed the pair to her.
Hesitantly, she took it. She could feel it's battered frame, its loose parts. It felt like it could break in her hands.
She lifted it to her eyes and saw the view. Sure she had seen better, but it was the gesture that made her smile growl wider.
They took turns looking, until they noticed the looks they were receiving. Kasumi handed the binoculars back to Plague, who simply dropped it in his upside down top hat.
"Abracadabra." Plague said in a cheesy sounding voice, as the binoculars vanished in a white light.
In response, Kasumi laughed. She didn't know why she did. She even knew his secret, but she still couldn't help herself.
Placing the hat back on his head, Plague held his arm out to her like he had done on the ship.
"Shall we continue, Madam?" Plague asked, as Kasumi looped her arm around his.
"Lets." she agreed.
Taylor Shepard POV
"I can't believe this." Shepard shouted in Captian Anderson's office.
She had just talked with the Council. They wanted proof of the reapers existence, and she practically forced Sovereign's mechanical ass down their throats. Joker finished off the reaper, in clear view of everyone. Ending result, reaper pieces, raining down all over the Citadel.
Out of all that wreckage, they couldn't see that it wasn't Geth tech?
Sovereign's technology was far more advanced then anything built by the Geth, or anyone ells.
"How can they still say they don't exist?" she shouted to no one.
"I don't know, Shepard." Anderson agreed as he walked to the balcony of his office.
"And the turian councilor used air quotations! "Ah Reapers" I didn't even know turians knew what that was." Shepard then looked over to Garrus. "No offense, Garrus."
"No. I'm with you." the turian agreed.
"At least they restored your Spectre status." Anderson said. "But it doesn't really mean anything. Just a title."
"At least we don't have to worry about them locking us up for working with Cerberus." Garrus added. "I thought they would arrest us just for stepping onto the Presidium."
Shepard gave a small chuckle when she heard that. "What's wrong, Garrus? Think they'll make a cell strong enough?"
Plague POV
The wastelander couldn't believe what he was seeing. The tall buildings, the lights, the architecture.
He and Kasumi were walking through the markets. They had to sneak in however. With Plague messing up scanners, he would set off everything. And Kasumi didn't like being seen. Once they formed a quick plan in ten minutes, they both cloaked, and went through an access tunnel used by technicians.
Plague looked from kiosk, to kiosk like a child in a candy store.
It was when he saw one particular item, that he practically dragged Kasumi past a human owned kiosk.
"What?" Kasumi asked as she looked back.
"Nothing." Plague answered as they turned a corner. "Just…really didn't like his selection."
Kasumi tilted her head in confusion. "The guy only had a few bobbleheads."
"I know." he groaned as he almost walked into a jellyfish looking thing.
101 looked at the back of it as it walked on. Well…maybe not it's back, but the side that was visible. It walked around on the tips of it's tentacles with fluid motions and surprising balance.
"Hanar." Kasumi said before he could ask.
"What?" Plague asked as the confused role between the two switched.
"He's a hanar." the thief said again.
"I…" Plague started. "…lets continue…shall we?"
A few minutes after Plague saw his first hanar, they found themselves walking around the Words. Once he heard the name he looked at Kasumi.
"A friend of mine on Omega has a cousin that works around here." Plague informed her. "Maybe if a throw his name around, I can score us a small discount on drinks."
"Where does he work?" she asked as she gave him a look that showed surprise.
"Chora's Den."
"Wow." Kasumi blurted out when she heard the name. "That's a shady part of the Citadel." she explained, but didn't say anything against going.
Eventually they saw the blue asari neon sign. Plague gave a small smirk when he saw the name.
The smirk disappeared however as soon as he heard the music playing.
"What is wrong with everyone's choice in music?" he said into Kasumi's ear, a little loudly so she could hear him.
"Sorry. Techno is popular." she said back with a smirk.
Plague shrugged as he lead Kasumi to the bar. He took a quick glance towards the asari dancers above the bar before he leaned in to speak to the turian bartender.
"Does a Meltiv Ter work here?" Plague asked the bartender a little loudly.
The turian's eyes widened when he heard the name, and then leaned in to answer.
"Your talking to him, human." he answered as he cleaned a glass. "What do you need?"
Plague smiled as he sat at the bar with Kasumi taking the stool next to him.
"I know your cousin, Jevsensa on Omega." he explained. "I used to work for the same boss."
"Really now? Haven't seen him in a while." he then reached under the bar and retrieved two glasses. "Small galaxy. What can I get you?"
"An Asari Mitena." Kasumi ordered with a smile.
"Well, the lady knows her drinks." Meltiv Ter said as he pulled out a blue bottle.
Kasumi Goto POV
Kasumi took a sip from her small glass. She smiled a little at the sweet taste.
Mitena was a strong alcohol that if drink quickly in gulps, would in no time make some one completely smashed. Taking sips however, was another story. The taste would wash over the tongue and rapidly go from the taste of a sweet fruit, to something that tasted like warm honey. It was made from a combination of fruits from the asari homeworld, while treated with heat and then frozen.
The asari who decided to sell it away from the homeworld, must be making a mint.
After she took her third sip, she saw Plague giving her a smile as he ordered the same. She found out later that he was watching her to see if it was drinkable before he got his own.
She understood his reasons. It was a bad idea to try an alien drink without knowing how it would effect your species.
She watched as he lifted the small glass to his nose and took a quick sniff before he took a sip.
His smile showed her he liked the taste. To her shock, he drank the rest of the glass in one large gulp.
Her and the bartender looked at him with dropped jaws, as Plague seemed to slouch a little.
"What?" he asked as if he was completely sober.
As the seconds ticked by, he didn't change much.
"Another shot please." he said to the turian as he handed back the empty glass.
"I…um…" the turian stuttered as he reopened the bottle. "…sure."
Once the glass was full, Plague emptied it in seconds.
Kasumi could see a look in his eyes that showed her he was beginning to get a small buzz from the drinks.
As she raised her glass to take another sip, she almost sprayed it onto the bar when she heard her friend order a third.
"You sure you're a human?" Meltiv asked as he filled the glass.
"Last I checked." Plague answered with a shrug before he emptied the glass again. "That's good stuff. Kasumi, what's wrong?" he asked as he looked at her still almost full cup. "Your hardly drinking at all."
"Actully, I'm drinking it the right way." she explained as she took another sip.
In response, Plague shrugged as he ordered another.
two hours later
Kasumi walked out of the bar with a slightly hyper Plague walking next to her. His eyes didn't look as hollow, as a grin worked it's way onto his face.
Kasumi only drank a glass and a half, while Plague on the other hand was drinking like there was no tomorrow.
Once he got to his twelfth glass, most of the bar was cheering him on. By the time they left, he had gone through four bottles. She thought she saw him swipe her half full glass, and finish it. For doing so as they left, those at the bar cheered as if he was a warheroe.
"Are you sure your alright?" she asked as she noticed a little hesitation in his steps.
"I'm…good." he slurred, but was still in a way sober enough to be understandable. "That stuff is…wait…what was it called?"
"Asari Mitena." she asnswerd as she fought to hold a laugh at how he spoke.
"Mitin…ena. Weird name. However…I think a prefer old fashion Vodka." he said as they walked.
"Really? You seem more of a Brandy person to me."
"How sweet…of you." he complimented as his shoulder playfully bumped into hers. "You are…beutifull." he slurred as the drinks finally started to take effect.
"Uh…thanks." she said quietly as she stopped him from falling over.
She also had a small blush on her face, but Plague was too drunk at the moment to notice…at least she hoped he was.
"I mean it." he said as he looked at her. "Miranda may…be nice…you however…are an angel."
She smiled as the shuttle car arrived next to the transit in front of them.
Drinking with Plague was fun, but Plague had enough. Kasumi thought it was a good idea to get him back to the Normandy.
"Holy shit…" he blurted out when he saw a keeper. "…Be carefull my green friend…" he shouted to the keeper, who just ignored him. "…stay away from the…bug zappers."
Kasumi almost burst out laughing when she heard that.
She lead him into the car and then took the seat next to him. After he mumbled a few things, she realized this was her chance to get some information out of him.
"Hey, Plague." she started as the man looked at her with a confused look. "Where are you from?"
"Capit…capit…Capital Wasteland." he answered with a smile.
"Where is that?" she asked as she ran some searches on her Omni tool.
"Wa…Washington…area." he explained.
"Where did you grow up?" she asked as she went through the search results.
"Safe…in a vault. Vault 101...is nice." Kasumi regretted asking when Plague's face looked saddened. "I…miss Amata. Dam…her father…dam the Overseer."
'Amata?' Kasumi thought to heself.
This Amata sounded important to Plague, but how important she couldn't tell from his voice.
"Who's Amata?" she asked as she searched for the name.
"Amata…a friend." he said as a small smile appeared. "Good friend." his eyes seamed to water a little as Kasumi thought he was looking back on his past. "She must…stay in the vault. Too dangerous. The vault needs her any…way."
"Why?" Kasumi asked after a short silence.
"With her…father dead…she's the Overseer." he showed a grin when he said the next words. "He paid for…killing my father's friend."
She felt as if she was reading the book about his life without his own permission. Sure she was a theif, but she didn't want to steal his privacy. She had to stop asking these questions, but their was something she wanted to know.
"Plague…the things you told me…are they true?" she asked a little afrade of what the answer would be.
The reason she ordered Asari Metena, was because she was sure Plague would try it without knowing that drinking too much of it would have the same results as a truth serume in humans.
She hated doing what she did, but she had to know if this man was telling her the trueth, that this man was not fooling her. In a way she felt as if she had broken the amount of trust Plague had given her.
"You are an…angel." he said, thinking she meant what he said a few minutes ago. "Your…beautiful."
She blushed when she remembered what he had called her a few moments before. Hearing him say it again, made her face redden even more under her hood, but that was not what she was asking.
"No…I mean about the wasteland. About the…bombs. The deaths. Your…hell." she corrected as she saw his face go from a smile, to a slightly depressed look.
"It is real."
Plague POV eight hours later
"SON OF A BITCH!" he shouted as he woke with a splitting headach.
It was rare for him to have a hangover. Not many drinks were strong enough to take him out.
He found himself in his room on the Normandy. The pipboy on his wrist went to work on the headach, pumping painkillers into his system.
Within minutes he was walking around his room as he started taking out his weapons, and decorated the room.
"Holy shit." said a voice in the doorway. "The fish is alive in there, huh?"
Plague looked over to see Jack in the doorway with a small look that made him think she was amused at something. "You know how heavy you are?"
"What do you mean?" Plague asked as he raised an eyebrow.
"Kasumi called up me, and Grunt to help get you out of the shuttle and onto the ship."Jack explained as she walked around the room. "Grunt can't pick up your ass!" she shouted as she started laughing. "He even did his "I AM KROGAN!" thing. He only got you three feet fefore you almost took him down. Lay off the fish food, Fishbowl."
"Sounds like it was a party." Plague said before chuckling a little at Jack's Grunt impresion. "Didn't give you too much touble, did I?"
"Oh no. I love keeping the Cheerleader off your ass." she said sarcastically.
"Wait." Plague said as he signaled her to pause with a raised hand. "Miranda try to get in my pants, or something?"
The question made her face go from amusment, to disgust and anoyence at the Cerberus member's name. "As soon as we got you on the ship, she wanted us to take you to Mordin's lab to remove your gadget before you woke up. The bitch was like a fucking vulter."
At those words, Plague picked up his ripper, and walked past a confused Jack.
Miranda Lawson POV
Miranda was eating a meal in the Mess when she heard what sounded like a chainsaw next to her.
Everyone who was eating, dropped their silverware went to get as far away from the table as possible.
Her eyes widened as she looked to her right at a highly annoyed Plague who was running the small chainsaw like weapon in his left hand. Before she could say a word, Plague grabbed her arm and pulled her out of her seat.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" she shouted in panic before he pressed her against the wall.
"I FUCKING told you to leave my pipboy alone!" he yelled as the weapon cut into the wall. "How were you going to remove it? Hmm? Were you going to have the salarian cut off my own hand?" as he talked, the weapon grew closer and closer to Miranda, who was still in shock until she realized how close it was. "Want to find out what that feels like?"
Before Plague could yell another word, Miranda grabbed him with her biotics, and threw him to the other side of the mess.
He hit the wall outside of the sickbay. The weapon was knocked out of his hand when he hit the wall, silencing it's motor now that it's owner was no longer holding down the trigger.
"Stand down 101!" she ordered, trying to find a way to either talk her way out, or turn the tables.
Her biotics flared as she masagged where Plague had been holding onto her arm. His grip was like a vice.
She was reminded of the first time she met the man, when she heared bones cracking as he got back on his feet. He gave her a glare that made a shiver run down her spine.
Plague POV
101 was known to be many things. Tolerative, insightful, cunning, and in some casses forgiving. But Ms. Lawson, this BITCH wants what she cannot have, and repeatedly makes it clearer every time he sees her.
If it wasn't for Jack's distaste for the Cerberus aperative, he wouldn't have knowen what she had planned.
He saw the fear in her eyes, the shivers running down her figure, her wanting to leave the room.
His glare saw through her trying to gain control.
"Plague, Ms. Lawson!" a familier female voice shouted as he saw a glimps of red armor in the corner of his eye. "You will both stand down!"
"I follow you Shepard, but I can't sleep on this ship with this…Snake in the grass laying in wait to take whats mine!" Plague shouted, but kept his glare focused on Ms. Lawson.
"Comander, 101 has technology that could revilusionize mankind." the snake said to Shepard. "His tech could also help us prepare for the Reapers."
"We will not beat the reapers by being just as bad as they are!" Shepard shouted to her second in comand. "Plague has agreed to help us on this mission, and you turn around and try to stab him in the back." Plague could sense that her glare was now aimed at him when she continued speacking. "And 101, why didn't you bring this up with me instead of pinning Miranda against a wall with a weapon that is able to cut into the ship's hull?"
"First off, Shepard. Cutting into the wall that seperates Miranda Lawson's office, and the mess hall would not hinder the ships preformince. Second, I have given Ms. Lawson mutiple warnings to leave me alone." he then finally looked at his boss. "I will respect her toys as long as she respects mine." he said to make the Comander remember what he had told her before he stepped onto the ship. "The wall doesn't belong to Ms. Lawson, so I would repair the damages mayself once a was finished making my point."
"And what point would that be?" Shepard asked with anger forming in her voice. "Where you going to decapitate her?"
"No. I wouldn't do anything that would endanger the job, Boss." Plague then looked back to Miranda. "Just wanted to make it clear to this…Brat, that she can't always have everyting she wants."
"How far is that going to go next time you want to prove a point?" Shepard asked as she walked between them. "Maybe you will get in a disagremant with Jacob and sabitage a weapon of his? Maybe you will get in an argument with Mordin, and rig his lab to explode? If you don't agree with me, will you cause a hull breach and kill the crew? If Kasumi picked up something the belonged to you, will you jump to the conclusion that she is stealing from you and force your way into her room and confront her by skipping the trial and going right to the exicution?" once she said Kasumi, Plagues eyes focused in on her like a hawk. "Maybe you could humer them a little? If you try to explane how your pipboy works, maybe Ms. Lawson will stop hounding you for a chance to stab you in the back." she then looked to Miranda, who's smirk she had at the second disappeared when she realized it was her turn for the lashing. "Ms. Lawson. I heared about what you attempted to do when Plague and Kasumi returned from shore leave. I will not tolerate such behavaer on my ship. If Plague says no, then drop it! I will not have the crew kill each other off. Now, are you going to get along, or do a need to confine you both to your decks?"
Plague calmed himself as he thought over what the Commander had said. She had a few points, but if Ms. Lawson made another move…
"I could share what I know, but Cerberus has to keep in mind that if my tech is not scannable, then that does not mean they can take it from me by force. I will also draw a line when it comes to my Armors. My armors shoulden't be put in the hands of some lab assistant who could one day deside to make a few credits by selling the desighn." Plague then lifted a finger and pointed past Shepard and to Miranda. "If such happened, would you take responsibility for the raiders and slavers who get their hands on a suit? The answer is no. Cerberus would shrug off all acusations and simple imply it was a "minor" slip. I will try to explaine how my pipboy works, but that is all. If you can't make a functional copy, then that will simply be the end of it. Understood?"
Miranda looked at him with a look that told him she was thinking over what was said. "Even though your armors could help mankind drastically?"
"That's the reason!" Plague shouted as he lowered his hand. "Humanity, Mankind, Humans. Not a single mention of the other races. Cerberus would withhold an advantage. Either you are clueless, or you think the same way as your boss."
"Fine." Miranda said with a hint of iritation wich was quickly covered with her way of moving that made her seem more calm in the conversation. "I would like to talk about how your pipboy works, If you are alright with the topic?"
I know what you are thinking. "A little early with Plague confrontation, don't you think Matalvis?" I know, I know. But We had to get that argument cleared up at some point, Right?
Now about Kasumi's method of finding out if Plague was telling her the truth. she's not going to just say "OK I'll beleive you are from another univers where mankind has cimmited mass nucliar genecide like some gullible little giddy schoolgirl. What's that Plague? you want me to take off my cloths and then bend over infront of you to save the world? OK!" no. Kasumi is smarter then that.
enough of me clearing up any future arguments, and/or anoying questions like that. i like reviews and messages. but to bluntly ask such questions as if you were a 7 year old gets i little anoying. hell one person never even played mass effect and thought i threw the LW into a game that he keeps saying is bulshit. really man? why are you in the Fallout/Mass Effect crossover if you didn't like the games? Piss off you bloody Wanker.
no i am not english. i just love how they say things some times.
this chapters question is
What happens when someone iritates or tries to capture a Keeper?