Data Log Entry: 21840315
0915 hours
Commander K.J. Shepard here. After running around for the last couple of hours in a panic, because the ship lost main auxiliary power, it has come to my attention that is perfectly normal for the, what did Tali call it again, oh yes, 'a main propulsion combustible liquidized inhibitor' to fail; or after I asked her to dumb it down, 'a spring that makes the engine go vroom vroom.' It appears that the new engineer that we picked up at our last stop, accidently put the engine spring in backwards. And although I was personally freaking out that my ship was floating around in space without POWER, Lieutenant Commander Adams assured me that this type of black out is perfectly normal. Not to mention, Adams guaranteed me that the 3rd class engineer will never make that mistake again; especially when he saw how angry I got.
So after being ensured that all other life support systems were on line; as well as the emergency back up systems, and when Pressley stated that the Normandy couldn't have picked a better place to go DIS, (Dead In Space), I thought I would take this opportunity to catch up for some lagging journal entries. I guess I should consider myself lucky. I am one of the few who has at least some power surging through my work space. Dr. Chakwas is another, but I believe when I last walked by the med lab, it looked like they were having a rowdy rematch of poker using the lights from one of the life support units. I can only imagine what Captain Anderson would think if he saw that. Oh who am I kidding, he'd probably be over there right now, beating them all. – Ha, that just made me laugh out loud at the image of it.
Well, ok back to business, below are a few important details I wanted to share.
While out visiting some of his old C-Sec buddies, Garrus caught wind that some sick doctor, who used to grow organs specifically for the black market, was back in business again. This so called 'doctor' would grow organs in living donors and didn't care what happened to the host afterwards. It was pretty gruesome. Garrus showed me some of the files he was able to get his hands on about the guy. It apparently was a long on-going case for him that prevented Garrus from actually bringing in that son of a bitch because of bureaucratic red tape. He of course, asked if I could help since spectres don't exactly have to follow all the rules.
The mission was actually pretty easy, and allowed me to get in some shooting practice with Liara. However, when we finally got the guy, I though Garrus was going to come right out of his skin. He wanted to rip that guy apart. I told him that killing the prick would only shorten his suffering. But, taking him in would prolong his suffering in a jail cell for about thirty more years. He finally came around to my way of thinking, plus I allowed him a little one on one time with the scum bag down in the brig, if he promised not to kill him. I felt that after this mission, Garrus changed a bit. He seems harder now. I will see what I can do about taking him out for a drink when we get back to the Citadel.
While we were on the Citadel, I helped Wrex and Tali take care of a little personal business. We paid an unexpected visit to an old friend of Tali's, Fist. I also caught wind that he had been bothering Dr. Chloe Michel again in the lower ward's clinic. That bad excuse for a haircut sure was a worthless bag of bones, who seemed to be ruining the reputation of humans the best he could. Needless to say, Fist won't be collecting anymore paychecks. He did say something during Tali's 'improvised interrogation procedures', when he was sniveling like a big old baby; he mentioned that he was working for someone called the Shadow Broker. Evidently this person or persons is quite powerful. Wrex also informed me that the Shadow Broker luckily doesn't choose sides. They are only in it for the money. I'm still chewing that one over. I'm not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing. Let's just hope I never cross paths with this person.
After dropping off Garrus' excommunicated organ harvester, Ash convinced me to haul the ship on over to the Alliance's Pinnacle station to brush up on some battle techniques. In my personal opinion the request was really for her R&R. And looking back at it, so did most of my squad. Anyway, while we were there practicing cohesive fighting techniques, a couple of Ash's sisters came out to visit.
I was impressed to see the gunny more relaxed on the 'working' station, especially when her family arrived. She seemed to be more open to non-humans on the station, not completely but a little. It was good to see.
However, somewhere along the line, Williams has picked up a sixteenth century nickname of calling me 'skipper' lately. It makes me feel like I should be walking on wooden planks, bossing people around and raiding villages. Humph? Well, two out of three ain't bad. I guess the nickname is starting to grow on me; 'skipper'. It's strange; it feels both odd, yet comforting.
Ash can still be a little intense when it comes to Liara, or other aliens. Maybe I should include her on one of my late night visits to the med lab. I believe Dr. Chawkas' Ice Brandy might do the trick and finally loosen that girl up a bit. If not, the night would at least prove fruitful and provide me with something I can blackmail the girl into being more friendly to the aliens. Especially after one of her younger sisters seemed to be, shall I suggest, flirting with Garrus. She seemed awfully impressed by his 'long sniper rifle'. (That is me snickering mischievously, while I twiddle my thumbs) It's good to be captain.
On another interesting note, while we were on the Pinnacle Station, Joker somehow convinced Dr. Chakwas to go out drinking with him. They hit the local bar, and to his great surprise, there were a couple squads of asari commandos there. While his version of the story differs a great deal from Dr. Chakwas' version, he ensures me that he was simply putting out the "I'm not interested in blue women" signals, where Chakwas said it wasn't her fault that the commandos found her more pleasurable than the young pilot. She also joked that perhaps it was her intellect, or her knowledge of asari physiology that most interested them. I never laughed so hard. I could hear that story a million times. You should have seen Joker's face when the doc told her side of the story, priceless. I can't wait until our next get together, according to the ship's records my chief medical officer didn't return to the ship until 0448 the next day, and has been quite beside herself the last few days. I asked her about her it and she politely told me, "A doctor can't always divulge all her secrets commander." The way that statement floated off her lips, has thoroughly intrigued me, and damn if I can't do anything about it. I have instructed the Procurement Officer to order two extra bottles of the expensive Serrice Ice Brandy, on my tab. I am on a mission.