SSV Normandy-2.
2
weeks after the destruction of the Collector Base.
“Shepard. I've been thinking.”
The red haired woman at the desk looks up, adjusting her reading
glasses and leaning back on her couch. The Loft, the nickname given
to the oversized personal quarters of the Normandy's commanding
officer, currently has two inhabitants. One of them, the human
woman, is a person well known through Citadel space at this point.
Her name, spoken in hushed whispers by the criminal element and
jubilant tones by the straight and narrow, is a well known commodity.
Her guest, on the other hand, is...
“Garrus,” she says, “I'm listening.”
“I've been talking to Liara,” the turian says, pacing in front
of the couch, three fingered hands clasped behind him as he twitches
his mandibles in thought, “And she's given me some ideas.”
He continues pacing. His mandibles twitch, the tell tale sign that
he's trying to pick his words. As much as he's changed in the past
two years, Garrus Vakarian remains the person he's always been- soft
spoken, nervous, but quick to action when he perceives it's for a
good cause. Everything he does, from their first meeting when hew as
trying to bring down the most famous Spectre in the galaxy to his
actions on the suicide mission, reinforce that.
Especially his personal trial that she helped him through four weeks
ago.
“Do you remember Omega?”
“Where you pissed off every merc company in the Terminus Systems?”
she asks, snapping off her glasses and closing her PDA, “You mean
when you were Archangel?”
He nods, pausing in his pacing for a moment and clearing his throat.
“Well, I've been talking to Liara. She's told me that I've had an
actual effect,” he explains, “And I want to do more. So
I've talked to her, and Mordin has a few ideas for gadgets and stuff
and-”
“Hold on a minute,” Shepard says, “You want to go back
to being Archangel? Garrus, they almost killed you!”
“It took a gunship for them to do that,” he says, “And I was
only in that situation because I was betrayed, and Sidonis only
betrayed me because he was put in real danger.”
His mandibles twitch again, and he stops pacing. Folding his arms,
a shadow passes over his face, but is gone just as quickly.
“If I do it right, I can make a difference,” he says, “I've
talked to some others. I'm putting together a new team. And this
time, I think I can really make a difference on Omega...and if I can
make a difference there, I can do that anywhere.”
2
weeks after the destruction of the Collector Base.
“Shepard. I've been thinking.”
The red haired woman at the desk looks up, adjusting her reading
glasses and leaning back on her couch. The Loft, the nickname given
to the oversized personal quarters of the Normandy's commanding
officer, currently has two inhabitants. One of them, the human
woman, is a person well known through Citadel space at this point.
Her name, spoken in hushed whispers by the criminal element and
jubilant tones by the straight and narrow, is a well known commodity.
Her guest, on the other hand, is...
“Garrus,” she says, “I'm listening.”
“I've been talking to Liara,” the turian says, pacing in front
of the couch, three fingered hands clasped behind him as he twitches
his mandibles in thought, “And she's given me some ideas.”
He continues pacing. His mandibles twitch, the tell tale sign that
he's trying to pick his words. As much as he's changed in the past
two years, Garrus Vakarian remains the person he's always been- soft
spoken, nervous, but quick to action when he perceives it's for a
good cause. Everything he does, from their first meeting when hew as
trying to bring down the most famous Spectre in the galaxy to his
actions on the suicide mission, reinforce that.
Especially his personal trial that she helped him through four weeks
ago.
“Do you remember Omega?”
“Where you pissed off every merc company in the Terminus Systems?”
she asks, snapping off her glasses and closing her PDA, “You mean
when you were Archangel?”
He nods, pausing in his pacing for a moment and clearing his throat.
“Well, I've been talking to Liara. She's told me that I've had an
actual effect,” he explains, “And I want to do more. So
I've talked to her, and Mordin has a few ideas for gadgets and stuff
and-”
“Hold on a minute,” Shepard says, “You want to go back
to being Archangel? Garrus, they almost killed you!”
“It took a gunship for them to do that,” he says, “And I was
only in that situation because I was betrayed, and Sidonis only
betrayed me because he was put in real danger.”
His mandibles twitch again, and he stops pacing. Folding his arms,
a shadow passes over his face, but is gone just as quickly.
“If I do it right, I can make a difference,” he says, “I've
talked to some others. I'm putting together a new team. And this
time, I think I can really make a difference on Omega...and if I can
make a difference there, I can do that anywhere.”