Shepard was silent for a moment before pausing as her omni-tool beeped at her. She frowned, pulling up what was making it go crazy.
Well that doesn’t seem right. She could see that C-Sec was mobilizing. An unknown object headed to the space station was not something they took lightly when the Reapers were all over the fucking galaxy. It was nice being keyed in to their servers and alerted about such things.
Before she could try to get a message in to Bailey she noticed they had sent a transport out. She glanced at her friend before offering a bit of a smile.
“Well, if you’d like some excitement I suppose you should come with me,” she said. She swallowed. Being a Spectre demanded she do what she could to protect the Council and by extension the Citadel. The other Spectres were off doing whatever the hell they had been ordered to. She had to be one of only two anywhere near the station.
Her boots carried her quickly and easily through the crowds. As usual they did not know what was going on. Did they ever? No.
“Was ist das…” she breathed as a couple of C-Sec officers carried what was easily recognized as a humanoid form out of the transport down in the C-Sec hangar bay.
The Marine made her way over as a medical team was called in.
“I’m Commander Shepard. Can you hear me?” she asked. The suit was unknown to her. But then again, she had been exposed to a lot of strange things recently.
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“I’m Commander Shepard. Can you hear me?” He could. But as he struggled to make an effort to speak, he realized that the reason why he could not was because he was freaking out just a tad due to being suddenly in apparently friendly territory.We’ll see how long that lasts…
He had to shake off the medics for a minute, making gestures that he was fine for the moment. At least, at that moment anyway. He turned his full attention back to Shepard, and then to the other coming up behind Shepard. He suspected they were Officials that would decide his fate.
By then, his language processors had noted that their languages were compatible and that he would not need, it seemed, the language processor to learn the new language. With that knowledge, he abruptly brought his hand up to his visor and released it, not caring that for the moment, he would most likely cause the group of armed guards to raise their weapons at him.
It took but a moment and a press of a button before the visor was released, revealing a face and eyes that spoke of experience and other things. He came to attention, then saluted, deciding for the moment to break protocol and salute anyway, “General Dreamwalker.” He lowers the hand, shifting back to a relaxed stance, grimacing with pain.