My vision blanked, a sea of white as pain beyond words rocked every nerve until they burned. My mind couldn't function, couldn't think, couldn't breathe. The lightning pain pinned me to the floor, helpless to move a single muscle. A pink Saboteur hanar side stepped the rolling, contorted bodies of my crew, each howling in pain. Air soured in my lungs, the hanar towered over me. My muscles twitched, body paralysed. My brain faltered, wishing to sink into unconsciousness to escape. Tears flowed down my cheeks as the screams died in my throat. A tentacle wrapped around my neck, hoisting me off the floor, adding to the agonising pain. My limbs couldn't move, seized as they were. My hands couldn't ease the pressure on my neck, legs couldn't flail to break free.
"This is the end, little Advocacy. A pity, but you are too much trouble. Your death is the only course that can continue the cycle without delay," Alurylna said, a heavy robotic tone distorting the ethereal hanar voice. Darkness sank around the edges of my vision, a croak sliding through my tight throat.
A gush of air flooded my lungs as my feet crashed into the ground, knees buckling seconds later. My ears rang like a flashbang had erupted beside me, the dull thud of a shotgun muffled to my deadened body. The hanar Saboteur stumbled back, robotic rumbles of discontent as the pained wheezes from my crew registered. The stronger members stumbled onto shaken legs. Utren, God bless that man and his redundant nervous system, heaved himself onto his feet, shotgun primed in hand. A red haze masked his face, every muscle clenched in rage. He roared, charging with the shotgun booming in his hand. My lungs dragged a lungful of air, hands quivering as they pushed my chest off the floor.
"Out! Everybody out!" I yelled, coughing. With the Saboteur distracted by an enraged krogan, the crew mobilised, stumbling on aching feet, moving like drunks to the door. Val grabbed my shoulder, dragging me out with him. My hands caught the doorframe to save a fall onto my tingling face. "Utren! Throw that thing out the window and c'mon!" I snapped, whipping around to see the krogan smashing a fist into the pink jelly. He snarled in response, hurling the reaching tentacles off him and aimed the shotgun. The blast shattered the window behind the hanar and thrust it out. He lumbered through the door after us.
"Alright, Physical Disablement sucks ass, Jesus fucking Christ," I said, doubling over and pressing my hands into my knees. Everything burned and tingled. "Everyone alright, no one got too hurt did they?" I asked, shaking my aching joints out.
"Spirits, the fuck happened?" Phentos gasped, using a wall to keep himself upright.
"We need better defences against this kind of shit," Val said, grunting as he worked his joints. "Think we can bioengineer some krogan into us so we have redundant nervous systems?" A weak cough escaped my throat, the remnants of a laugh that didn't form in full.
"Hang on… didn't Alurylna say she couldn't indoctrinate that hanar back there?" Marruns asked, shaking the effects of the SS: PD off. The burning eased, the tingling taking over.
"Yeah, I know, I killed an innocent person. I get it!" I snapped as the Locust popped into my now behaving hand. Marruns snarled.
"That isn't what I mean, Shaik!" Marruns growled between grit teeth. "Alurylna said he was the only one not indoctrinated on this station! That means every single other person here is indoctrinated!"
My muscles froze, locked in place as his words sunk in. Every person… on the whole… platform… how many people lived and or worked here, how deep below the waves did this place go? The hanar built huge underwater systems for non-hanar to live on the planet, protected from the vicious storms that whipped across the surface. This platform could link to one such underwater facility. How deep would it have to go before the number of people were too much for us to kill, how many people? Hundreds, thousands? All of them indoctrinated, all wishing nothing more than our heads on pikes. Everyone was in danger, the crew, the ship, Indira… Indira! She was on her own! My hand flew to my ear.
"Indira, Indira do you read?" I cried, desperate to hear her voice. The seconds ticked, not a single sound from her emerged from the crackling comm. Shit, shit, shit! "Lanster, do you read? I need a fix on Indira, stat!" I ordered, hand rubbing my chin raw to stop me biting the under armoured glove. The silence stretched, my hand covering my mouth to stop the swelling scream. Nyryntha purred, feeding off the fear running amuck in my head.
"Cap-in, w-'ve got a h- problem- he-!" Lanster called, voice breaking between the crackling. My heart sank, dread freezing my blood.
"What do you mean?" I asked, too afraid to utter anything above a whisper.
"The St-rquak- is un-r attack! Eve-y drell -d hanar in the are- are ju-ing out of –verywher- and fir-g at us! The dock- locks are aren- rel-sing, we're sitt-g ducks!" A yelp sounded at the end, a large explosion rippling through the earpiece. A few seconds later, a low boom rattled the walls around us. My heart stopped.
"Re-rou-e all non-ess-tial power to the shie-ds!" Mat'al's voice cracked over the intercom. A shaken breath took me, every muscle shaking as adrenaline soaked them.
"We nee- to get out of -ere! The kine-c barriers a-aren't desi-ed for this!" Shayan's voice added to the turmoil in my ears.
"Give me a location, we'll get you out!" I begged.
" 7th floor! T-The tow-r is there. I-I'll ha- the intel te-m track Indir-!" Shayan squeaked as another loud bang shattered the air. Five seconds after the transmission, only the sound of my pounding feet told me I was sprinting. The team shambled after me, my pace impossible to keep up with.
With every step, the effects of the SS: PD wore off, the numbness and tingling vanishing as the burn of lactic acid gripped. Val caught up, long legs powering down the halls until he snapped at my flanks. My vision tunnelled; 7th floor, Tower. Attacking us inside the building was one thing, going for the Starquake with my crew still on board… and Gideon. My heart wrenched, fear spiked, dammit what if I was too slow, what if I didn't make it in time? Nyryntha preened, feasting on the fear warming her generators, small black tendrils licking the edges of my vision. My head shook as we burst into the main room. From our place in the tower, my eyes only caught sight of a brief flicker of the hell awaiting us. Val grabbed me, dragging me back inside the hall as bullets crashed into my shields. My recovering lungs wheezed, the first real workout they've have since Dekuuna as my chest tight. The crew stumbled to a stop behind me. From the brief glance, a swarm of indoctrinated servants rushed towards our position. Hanar and drell rushed to the balconies and stairs, the elevators in full swing. Snipers from above and below punched through fish tanks and pointed down the hall we cowered in before we dived down another hall to break line of sight. The clicks of hundreds of guns chilled my bones; assault rifles, pistols, SMGs, shotguns. Hundreds of people poured free from above and below, sprinting down the halls to our gunfire. All wanted me dead, me and everyone else around me.
"They'll overwhelm in seconds if we stay here! Fall back, fall back! We've got no backup, we need to find somewhere more defensible! Tell the Starquake to blast their way out! We won't make it to the tower!" Val thundered, keeping a hand tight on my shoulder as we stumbled deeper into the corridors, looking for somewhere to buckle down. So many people, so many indoctrinated people who wanted me dead, wanted everyone dead. We had to do something, if they damaged the ship too much to leave…
Desperation sank in. With bullets flying over my head, my omni-tool opened. Everyone would die here without backup, both here and on the ship! A small map of the galaxy sprung to life, lights blinking over important areas. The Citadel, Earth and other key planets like Palaven flashed in red. A blue point marked the Constellation fleet, a white one was the Normandy. The Constellation flew through the Kepler Verge, nowhere near us. The Normandy, from the data, dropped FTL from Omega to the Eagle nebula. They were only a mass relay jump away. My eyes squeezed shut as my crew let loose with the tech and biotics, every muscle tense. He could help, but then I had to deal with him but... but I had to, my crew would die without help! My family… My fist slammed on the call button, squealing as Val shouldered me deeper into corridor, noticing my plan. He grabbed the Tempest, barking orders as Searte held the biotic shield against the mad servants. An eternity passed, precious seconds dying while it connected. The screen flashed before me; the strong jawed, blue eyed bastard's face appeared and he already had a smug grin on his face.
"Why hello there, Dell-" he said, drawling his words.
"How soon can you get to Kahje?" I cried over the gunfire. Shepard's face fell, an emotionless mask folding out over him. He noted the chaos falling around me
"Kahje?" he said as his hand dropped to a computer off camera. "…20 minutes, 15 if we pull Spectre level access through the relays," My heart thundered in my chest. A chance… we had a chance!
"We need backup! We're completely overwhelmed with indoctrinated servants! The entire station is indoctrinated! They've pinned the Starquake in dock and she's under heavy fire and we can't reach the tower to release the clamps! They'll destroy it and kill everyone on board! One of my commanders isn't responding either and I don't know where she is! We need help, we can't fight them all like this!" I pleaded, borderline in tears as an explosion rippled over our heads. "What the fuck was that?!"
"They've got missile launchers!" Marruns called back, hurling grenade down the hall.
"How do we defend against that?" I asked, wincing as another crashed into shield.
"That's what walls are for!" he snapped.
"Dell, what's your position?" Shepard said, his steady voice dragging me back from the chaos. My throat tightened as my shaking hands passed the coordinates.
"S-Sending them now. Please, you've got to get the Starquake out if nothing else! Most my crew is on board, all of our Saboteur data is there! My son's on board!" I cried over the sound of grenades. Shepard's face tightened, eyes narrowing.
"We're on our way. Fall back to a better position. Joker, double time, mister!" he ordered.
"Hurry!" I pleaded as the call ended. Val grabbed the collar of my armour and hauled me down the hall, ducking under the decorative fish tanks shattering around us.
"We need to fall back," he grunted, an overload hurling over his shoulder to cover the rest of the retreating crew.
"Again? There isn't much left to fall back to, though!" I said my Incinerate over the heads of the crew. A hanar screamed as the flames consumed it.
"Then we hold until Shepard gets here," he said, shoving me forward to keep me out of the line of fire.
The floor trembled with an explosion, upsetting my footing had Val not grabbed my arm and pressed me to the wall. Once able to walk again, we pushed until we met a junction. My head poked around the corner, finding it clear before zipping around and grabbing the Locust. The crew fanned out in both directions, biotics ready to flare shields when necessary. During a short break of bullets, the Locust swung around the corner and emptied a clip down the hall. A hanar tumbled, but another leapt forward to replace them. I stared down a hall with at least 3 drell, 20 hanar with 3 pistols each and a drell with a rocket launcher. With an empty clip, an Incinerate flew down the hall as my back pushed off the wall the jog to the end of the queue, reloading. Someone else replaced me, firing bullets and using any tech or biotic powers they had before falling in behind me, shoving me back towards the edge. Marshal flew every now and then to draw fire. He never lasted long but long enough to get bullets down the hall. But the numbers grew, the bullets no longer effective and the swell of people pushed against the biotic bubble. Searte hurled the bubble forward, people tumbling halfway down the hall to let us retreat once more. After attempting to hold another hallway, they forced us back into an office, the corridors running dead. The only way out now was out a window or through the forces who wanted us dead.
We piled into the tiny office, shoving two tables to the ground for cover and barricading the door with whatever remained. Filing cabinets, chairs, plotted plants, anything and everything went between us and the door. Laegan hacked the door to keep it secure, ensuring no one would over-ride or at least give us some time. Anxiety grew with every second, listening to the rumbles rocking the building. My omni-tool flashed; 10 minutes gone. My eyes squeezed shut as the door thundered, something crashing against it to force it open. The footfalls grew in number with each passing second. It made the window a more tempting offer. We checked our clips, despair sinking in at the resulting remaining heatsinks before gearing up omni-blades and what little grenades remained. Laegan, Alder and I warmed up a round of Incinerates, Val and Searte got a Warp prepared, Utren had his shotgun armed and Phentos clenched a flashbang in his hand. The minutes ticked by, the activity outside the door increased.
We prepared for a frontal assault on the door. No one, not even cautious Val prepared for the roof collapsing. Terror threw us back, crying in surprise as an explosion collapsed the upper floor, forcing us back to the window and crushing what cover we prepared. Val kept an arm in front of me, his broad carapace shielding me as hanar lined the corridor on the floor above, the wall demolished to give them clear line of sight. Searte flung up a barrier as the bullets hailed down on us. A blue aura surrounded Val, his own biotics adding to the shield but he wasn't anywhere near as strong. My Incinerate flew, bullets following it. The bodies piled 3 deep, more filtering in behind as bodies tumbled down to the abyss.
The whole building quaked, a low boom quivering in the air. The bullets paused, a brief rest bite in the assault, the indoctrinated servants stopped as if confused. Another 2 shockwaves trembled through the building, cracks climbing the walls. Before we could rally, an explosion shattered the wall in front of us. We braced against the shockwave, pressed against the glass as it cracked. The foes we expected to charge us through the door now had a clean line of sight, the walls now useless. 2 floors worth of enemies stared down at us, countless guns primed. My heart leapt to my throat, freezing as it waited for the end. Before the bullets flew, a shadow fell over the room. My head spun around towards the window. The bow of a ship hovered just metres from the building, hope bubbled, even when I realised it wasn't the Starquake. The Normandy had arrived. Movement grabbed my attention as the secondary cannons slipped from the undercarriage. My heart skipped a beat.
"Get down! Down, down, down!" I screamed, shoving Phentos to the ground. The turian yelped before he ate the rough carpet.
With my face on the carpet, I couldn't see if everyone followed my order, even after Val echoed it. Seconds later a hail of artillery shells roared through the building, filling the room with smoke, flames and sound. My arms flung over my head as the whole building rocked. Marruns cursed over the noise, something about 'trying to kill us'. A silent agreement followed the prayer we wouldn't die. After 10 seconds of terror, the noise and shaking stopped. My eyes summoned the courage to peek open. The scene one of was devastation. The shells obliterated the building to dust. Before us was a hole 4 floors deep and another 2 high, cutting through to the windows dancing on the opposite side of the building. From here, a window into the main hall of death loomed, but the servants couldn't reach us through the hole. Snipers, however, could. Only our two biotics holding the shield saved us from harm, but we couldn't stay here. My cries rallied everyone to their feet, diving through a hole in the wall to the office next door. Phentos threw a grenade to force another hole through that office. The Normandy turned, following our progress until it rose above us, heading for the roof.
The hail of artillery had killed the group that chased us here, but we still buckled down in a new office, prepared for another assault from the ceiling. We crouched, ready to hurl the tech once more. The minutes ticked by before the pop of gunfire caught our attention. They drew closer and closer until the servants gathering outside the room cried as the bullets flew. Bodies crashed into the floor. Someone knocked on the door, the faint voice of 'Calvary to the rescue' sounding. Well, that was Shepard alright. My head nodded to Laegan, the salarian freeing the door. Mordin Solus backed into the room first, lowering his pistol once safe inside. He turned his attention to my crew after an asari in a red jumpsuit and decorative metal plates on her red entered, biotic barrier keeping stray bullets out. Outside, the voice of Jacob rang out, joined by an angry sounding female human and the roar of a krogan. Something appeared beside me, a petite woman in a black hood sending my heart through the ceiling. Shepard backed into the room.
"Miranda, Zaeed, Grunt, keep a look out for those snipers while you're out there! Thane, get back over here. Garrus, Jack, do something about those hanar with the shotguns!" he called. He turned back just as Searte landed on her ass and Val doubled over, biotic amps overloaded. "Everyone all right?" Shepard asked. My knees quivered as the adrenaline leaked away.
"J-Just about, a few more moments and we'd be… w-what about the Starquake? They're still stuck in dock!" I said, hand rushing to the Paladin. A hand landed my shoulder, freezing every muscle despite the delicate touch. The asari turned my shoulders to the window.
"We have taken care of it," she said, eyes to the sky. My eyes scanned the blue before me, spotting a glint in the distance. The Starquake twirled in the air as mounted turrets hailed bullets in her direction. A shaken breath cleared my soured lungs. "They are attempting to reduce the ground-to-air defence systems. The Normandy is too close to for them to be a threat, it may have some trouble moving away," Shepard stopped by my group, giving the once over.
"The dock structure is not designed to handle artillery fire, if you know where to hit, the docks crumble easy enough," a male drell said, entering the room with a sniper in hand. "What is the situation?" Shepard turned to me as my last clip slammed into the Locust.
"Ah… well the situation is 'fuck this shit, nuke it', in all honesty," I said, staring at empty pockets with dread growing. "The entire station is indoctrinated, I-I don't know how deep it goes or how many are here-"
"This station has no underwater facilities, as far as I am aware. No threat of a thousand more foes emerging from the deep," Thane said.
"Then let us extract the crew before reinforcements drop-" the asari began. My heart leapt.
"No, no, no, no, no! Indira's still missing! She went off with her boyfriend who.. isn't her boyfriend and it's… complicated, but I know he is indoctrinated! She could be bleeding out for all I know and that's why she's not responding!" I cried.
"I'll take a nose around, who am I looking for?" the hooded woman asked. My tight throat swallowed with effort.
"Female drell, biotic blue colour, she'll be w-wearing armour the same colour as mine only with blue markings rather than purple," I said.
"We'll see what we can find," the woman smiled before tapping at her omni-tool. She vanished before my eyes. What did she mean by 'we'? My eyes turned to the rescue team, noticing the male drell disappeared too. Goddam drell assassins!
"Crew is stable," Mordin said behind me. My skin crawled, spinning to watch him. He crouched down next to Searte, the asari still not on her feet. My hands flexed into fists. "Would recommend you rest, biotic amps close to overloading," Searte managed a weak laugh.
"Typical," she said. She was ok… she wasn't hurt, just tired.
"Alright Searte, tag out when you can and get Rosmeni on. I think we need a biotic goddess to get us through this," I said. My finger raised to my ear, calling to the Starquake as gunfire started up again.
"Incoming on the right side!" a male called from the hall, sounding human.
"Hold em off, Zaeed! We're on the way!" Shepard called as he added armour piercing to his assault rifle. "Let's thin these ranks until we find your commander, everyone onto the same frequency!" he ordered. My head nodded, reluctant to accept his command but at the same time, I wasn't giving the orders. It meant I could blame Shepard if something happened. The Locust clicked as it readied, Shepard, noticing our ammo situation, dumped some from his extra pockets. His crew handed a few out as they pulled them off corpses. We started the trek over the rubble.
It felt weird to be under Shepard's command again. Well, that was debatable, but it felt like I was back under his orders. He was the more experiences soldier here after all. With the history between Shepard and I, fear bubbled close to the surface, expecting ridicule and taunting at every opportunity. Despite my fears though, Shepard stayed focused, pushing forward. He called out orders and encouragement to his team, even cheered when my Incinerate scattered a group of dug in hanar. My suspicion bubbled, but my crew's safety was paramount. A low rubble wall protected me from the hail of bullets flying in our direction, raised part way up the wall by a mound of broken concrete and metal to give me higher ground. The ceiling had collapsed from the earlier shelling, but it gave us more than enough cover and those assaulting us from above quickly tumbled. Shepard crouched on the original hall floor, attracting the brunt of the force as he and his team pressed forward. Shepard knew I was an Engineer, not a frontline soldier so he pushed me higher and towards the back. As another swarm of indoctrinated servants rushed out position, a huge Singularity pulled bodies towards it, lifting 3 dozen people into the air. Rosmani joined the fight with a wide grin on her face, Anthon close behind. He ducked behind an old concrete pot where Searte hid, tucking her under his arm and pulling her away from the fighting, back to towards the Starquake. All the while, Rosmani rained hell down on the sea of hanar and drell.
"Commander, target located; 3rd floor atrium. She's pinned down by gunfire. Kasumi and I are trying to thin the numbers," Thane's voice crackled over my ear. My heart sank. Indira…
"On our way, Thane, keep yourselves safe," Shepard said, throwing his gaze to my raised platform. "We'll use the Normandy, it's better than fighting our way through all these bastards! We'll blast our way through the wall!"
"I swear to God, if she gets hurt because of your explosive pyromania, I'll strangle you in your sleep!" I snapped. "God, it's like Therum all over again!"
"Hey, c'mon! How else would you have bypassed a Prothean shield?" Shepard called.
"By not upsetting an active volcano on the brink of eruption. you twat!" I snarled. Shepard laughed as we pulled back to an office, aiming for the window.
"Thane and Kasumi will get her where the explosion can't hurt her!" he said.
"The explosion is the least of my worries, what if something falls loose and crushes her?" I asked, venom in my tone. Shepard fell silent understanding dawning in his eyes.
"Thane, Kasumi, just check for falling objects please," Shepard said over the radio. My grumble raised a flush to his face as the Normandy pulled up to the window. There was no way we could reach the airlock, just as well we had biotics to help us out. How did people not die under this idiot?
The Starquake spun around to pull closer towards the building, moving from turret destruction to crowd control. She pounded bullets into the upper areas, concrete tumbling into the sea as bodies fell. The biotics warmed up, pushing us across the distance to the Normandy airlock. My stomach plunged, my eyes stayed forward as Phentos grabbed my arm and pulled me over the abyss. The dark CIC glowed, a hum of activity dancing through the air above me. Everyone else piled inside, hovering near the open airlock as bullets pinged off the shields. The ship lowered to the area Indira cowered in, lying injured and unable to escape. My blood boiled at the thought, hand holding a hand rail until pain forced me to release my death grip. The Normandy lined up with a wall, cannon's humming. A shot sent a faint tremor through the hull, and the explosion l sent me jittering in panic for Indira's safety.
The Normandy airlock hovered near the hole, allowing us to leap into the fray with biotic help. Indira lay behind a raised platform with a hand on her hip, the destroyed remnants of a tank glittering in the sun like shards of death. Thane stayed beside her, half covering her while taking pot shots over the tiny cover they had. The other human, Kasumi Shepard told me, wasn't seen but the sudden yelps sang of her presence. My feet hit the ground floor, glass crunching underfoot before diving for cover behind a pillar. After a brief break in the gunfire, my back crushed more broken glass to roll behind another raised platform, scurrying towards the far edge. The crew behind me took cover and returned fire, giving me cover to reach Indira. Another two rolls behind pillars and an elevator brought me to Indira, my eyes on the balconies of Indoctrinated servants. My armour protected me from the gunshots when the shields broke and shattered, but left me untouched for the most part. Indira stared up at me, eyes wide and her body trembling. Blood pooled under her hands at her up, glass covering her from the shattered tank. She was soaked to the bone. My will smashed down on the building rage fighting to the surface. Get her out first, then kill to some damn jellies.
"Lay down smoke bombs and flashbangs! C'mon people, we're getting her out of here!" I ordered. My crew threw out the remaining grenades, even members of Shepard's teams helped out to bulk up the billowing smoke. The smokescreen masked us from visible view, but bullets still soared through the haze either in a blind frenzy or through special scopes. Indira heaved over my shoulders, the drell whimpering in pain, before lumbering back to the Normandy, hovering still outside our blasted entrance. Thane covered me, pushing me behind pillars when he noticed something. A bullet shattered my shields, my jaw tightening. A hanar rushed through the smoke, tentacles wild as the gun rose. My body turned on instinct, facing the beast to shield Indira from the awaiting bullets. A roar sounded beside me, the silver-crested krogan charging towards the hanar. The alien squelched until only a puddle remained.
"Grunt, back to the ship! We're blowing this place!" Shepard rallied. My legs trembled under the additional weight, shambling to safety as my crew surrounded me, taking the brunt of the bullets with their not-shattered shields.
"Agreed, the sooner we're gone, the happier I'll be!" I said, wincing at the noise.
"Oh no, I meant it literally!" Shepard laughed. He only laughed more as I paused beside him, giving him a long, blank stare.
"Can I report you to the Alliance for pyromania?" I asked.
"Not part of the Alliance right now," Shepard said, smirking as he jogged over, he ignored my growl, pushing me back towards the hole.
Miranda lifted me across the distance, my feet touching down in the airlock with care. Indira groaned as the CIC surrounded us, looking for somewhere safe to put her down. The rest of the crew piled in soon after, lifted across the distance until the CIC hummed with people. The Normandy pulled back from the station, turning towards space. Shepard tapped at his orange omni-tool, grin rising. As the Normandy accelerated, a low boom echoed behind us. My eyes turned upwards for the cameras, but then remembered this wasn't the Starquake. My head shook, easing Indira to the ground. The ship rumbled as we ionised through the atmosphere, my medi-gel easing Indira's discomfort.
"Captain, what's the situation?" Lanster hailed in my ear. My rear end landed beside Indira, leaning against the computers beside the ramp to the galaxy map. Shepard smirked down as he mounted the ramp, the galaxy map springing to life.
"We're on the Normandy, Indira's been hurt so we need to get a transfer arranged to get her into med," I said. Mordin knelt down beside Indira, the drell quiet.
"Sorry Captain, w-we tried to find Indira but there were so many system issues, I-I couldn't…" Shayan said.
"It's alright, Shayan, no one was ready for this. Everyone's ok. Any sign of that Saboteur?" I asked.
"Y-Yeah, it came into the dock to mock us before getting in a shuttle. W-We tracked it to a nearby space station. Should we… should we assault it?" Shayan asked. A frown flitted across my lips. My mouth opened, still pondering what to say.
"Sure. After a coffee break and once we get everyone to where they need to be," I said, taking my finger off my ear. "Alright people, rest up for a little bit, we've tracked the Saboteur to a space station in orbit around Kahje. I want this bloody thing dead!" I said. "Let's just hope it isn't a huge space station with tons of people…"
"Need a hand?" Shepard asked, drawling as he leaned on the railing over my head. My frown only made him laugh.
"If you are offering help, I won't turn it down. Just avoid the bright pink hanar with the gold zig-zags. She'll have you on the deck in a second without getting close," I said.
"I'll let you deal with the Saboteur, they are your field of expertise, after all," Shepard said, shrugging.
"Perhaps one day we'll get information on this link between the Collectors and the Saboteurs," Miranda said, passing by in front of us on her way to the elevator. My eyebrows dropped, head flopping back against the console behind me.
"Sure, just give me enough reasons to trust you," I said. Please don't let my body collapse from Physical Disablement again. The last one sucked ass.
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