: Commander, can I help you with something?
: I'm more interested in just talking for a bit.
: Sounds good. Have to say, you run this ship tight and we're getting things done. We keep on track and maybe we'll figure this out. I hope so. I'm not looking forward to the debrief if it all goes to hell.
: My ship, my time. I just want to talk.
: I can already see they lost a fine soldier, Jacob.
: That's not how the Alliance sees it. Hell, they did the same to you. General public never knew you were dead, or heard the real story of the Citadel. Did you know they used you on recruitment ads? You were the human ideal for like six months. Then they replaced you with a composite image they invented.
LOL I'm having a hard time imagining a 'We want you in the Alliance poster' with Shep face on it.
: I don't like it, but I can see benefit in keeping some things from public.
: And Cerberus isn't exactly transparent, either. Where's an honest soldier go, Shepard?
: Right here?
: I guess so. Glad I'm not in your chair, though. Gonna be a rough ride. I should get back to work. Good talking to you, Shepard.
: How's our newest turian crew member doing? His injuries looked painful.
: He's a soldier. It'll take more than that to keep him down.
: This mission is too important to be plagued by drama, Yeoman.
: I understand.
: Have you got a minute?
: Sure. Just checking the weapons systems. You can never be too careful. I thought I knew weapons at C-Sec. Mercenary work showed me otherwise.
: I'm pleased to see that you're getting along with the new crew.
: They're as friendly to me as people from a group like Cerberus can be. And they've got you vouching for them. I can't exactly doubt your judgment. Not after I got my own squad killed.
: How did those mercenary gangs take down your team?
: It was my own damn my fault. One of my people betrayed me.
Oh shit. Garrus caught 'Carthitis'!
: Are you sure it was a betrayal? Maybe they took out Sidonis first.
: Do you know where Sidonis is now?
: No. His trail vanishes after he leaves Omega. But I'll keep hunting.
: What can you tell me about the Normandy's armaments?
: Looks like Cerberus upgraded what the shit had before. Should have a bit more kick. I still don't like our chances against a Collector ship, though. Not unless we upgrade the guns.
This is part of the optional Normandy Upgrades. I'll get more in detail with this later. For now, let's get drunk with Dr. Chakwas. I did pick up a Serrice Ice Brandy at the Afterlife. Sorry if I didn't mention it earlier.
: I've got a present for you, Doc.
: Serrice Ice Brandy? You didn't. Thank you. I always regretted not opening that original bottle -- when I still could. I won't make the same mistake again. Why don't we open this bottle right here, right now, you and me?
: You crack open the bottle. I'll get the glasses.
A few glasses later..
: Ah, Jenkins. Soldiers like him make the Alliance great. Cerberus lacks the same...enthusiasm.
Errr. Jenkins, yes. The guy who died within 1 minute of touching down at Eden Prime.
: Don't you have any friends of family?
: No, not lacking in friendship - just stability. Jeff...Joker will always have Vrolik syndrome. He would never admit it but he needs my help. And he always will.
: Treating Joker gives you some kind of stability.
: So does this ship, even if it's a copy. Or, hell, maybe it's you. Shepard, our immovable center. A place for a person to stop and catch her breath. Or maybe I'm just happily drunk. Would it hurt if it was simple like that for once?
: *toasts* To Jenkins, Pressly, and to Alenko.
: May they never be forgotten.
: I'm glad you're enjoying it. Just remember who is in charge.
: I know exactly who's in charge. I report to him regularly. I'm here -- we're both here -- because he wants it that way. Cerberus gave you a second chance, Commander. Maybe you should the same for us.
: Cerberus obviously has your loyalty. How did you get involved with them?
: Do you remember when I told you how I was genetically altered? Well, that wasn't my choice. My father...created me.
: Who's your father?
: He's a very influential man, and extremely controlling. He didn't want a daughter -- he wanted a dynasty. I ran away as soon as I was old and brave enough. I went to Cerberus because I know they could protect me.
: How bad were the terms you and your father parted on.
: Shots were fired.
: You seem capable of defending yourself. Why did you need Cerberus?
: My father invested a great deal in his dynasty. It wasn't a matter of just leaving... I knew he would continue to pursue his..investments.
: I assume that Cerberus approves of your enhanced abilities.
: Of course. Cerberus fully endorses anything that advances the cause of humanity...genetic alterations included. But unlike my father and his selfish reasons, Cerberus and the Illusive Man believed in the greater good.
: You talk about yourself like you're just a..tool to be used. By your father, by Cerberus.
: Maybe. I like to know where I fit in the world. It help me find meaning in how I was created.
: You are who you are, Miranda. You don't need to make excuses for it.
: That's easy for you to say. We've both been engineered for greatness, Shepard.
: Your spirit and personality are what make you great. It's what makes anyone great.
: That's kind of you. I'm not sure I believe you, but thanks for saying it.
: You've told me a lot about your father. What happened to your mother?
: I never had one. Most of my genetics materials is based on my father's tissue. His Y chromosome was altered with an amalgam of desired traits from various sources.
: Thanks for your time, Miranda. I'll talk to you later.
Time to return to Omega...
: That depends on what Aria has in mind.
: Aria's gotten word that some Blood Pack mercs plan to kill an old acquaintance of hers. A krogan named Patriarch. She'd like you to keep that from happening.
: I'll look into it.
: He's downstairs, likely surrounded by his fans. Get him into hiding until the mercs move on.
But first...
Mmm-hmmm.
Mmmm. Yeah.
Let me get my Alliance Express out...
Oh yeah.
OK. Time to find Patriarch.
: You allow Aria to protect you, like you're her pet? I thought you were a krogan!
The krogan's pride reignited, he charged out of the lounge, hunting for his would-be attackers. His chance of survival is slim, but at least he died like a true krogan. /salute.
I'll need to report this to Aria, but first I need a drink.
That was the plan until the drink knocked me over. I couldn't get up. Was it spiked?
Woke up the back alley of Afterlife.
: Ugh. How much did I drink?
: That bartender tried to poison me?
: "Tried" is the word. As far as I know, you're the first human to survive it. My friend Jake went there to celebrate our new shipping business. He got real drunk, and an hour later, he was puking blood. It's just that one batarian bartender. He's got a stick up his ass about a bunch of batarians that died a while back.
: I think I'll go give that bartender a taste of his own medicine.
: He won't be expecting you, that's for sure. Give that bastard what he deserves.
Waking up at the back alley made me explore a bit though. And found the marketplace nearby. Time to shop.
This is new. You can bargain once with your Paragon / Renegade option to lower prices before purchasing anything at their terminal.
Only purchase option available are upgrades. Some pieces of armour gear if you're lucky. But they're extremely rare. I always grab the Heavy wep. ammo capacity upgrade,
This is a good helmet.
A new chest piece. You need to equip it to gain the bonuses. But you can only change armor and weapon pieces at the Normandy's gun locker and armor closet. Shitty feature if you ask me.
OK. It's payback time.
: *pushes the glass back to the bartender*
: Drink it, or I'll blind you one eye at a time.
You just got served.
: I gave him what you couldn't: the chance to die like a krogan.
: The Patriarch was dead for centuries. You know that.
: What's the catch?
: No catch. I don't need it, and I don't want it to go to waste.
: Thanks. Maybe I'll come back later.
That's all the updates I can do today. Catching flight in 6 hours time. Cya guys!