[IC] CONTACT FOR abaxcity.

[bestmakodriver]

"I'm Commander Shepard and this is my voicemail. Leave a message."

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POPPING THE PHONE CHERRY

[bestmakodriver]

Morinth. Samara's daughter and a Ardat-Yakshi. [ To the point. Her scowl is evident as she speaks. ] She's bad news.

[redshirting]

Obviously.

[The relation to Samara explains their similar looks, and he can guess why mentioning her made her behavior change.]

What experience have you had with her?

[bestmakodriver]

I helped Samara track Morinth down to Omega. Big surprise there was a trail to follow after she left us the empty corpse of a young woman.

[ There's a pause. ] I watched Samara kill her.

text;

[keelahselai]

You need to get up to the roof asap

text;

[bestmakodriver]

On my way.

text; just put Shepard on speed dial, Tali, gawd

[keelahselai]

Are you free right now? I need talk to you - in person.

text; so demanding, woman

[bestmakodriver]

Your floor?

text -> action; you love it

[keelahselai]

Okay, I'll be here. The door's open.

[When Shepard gets there, she'll have given in to habit and will be nervously pacing around the open floor.]

action; lrn2boyfriend, jeez

[bestmakodriver]

[ Shepard arrives at Tali's room within a couple of minutes, being that it's only a couple of floors down from hers. Upon opening the door she immediately notices the quarian's telltale pacing. ]

Everything all right? [ She moves a couple of steps in, her worry growing more evident with her creasing expression. ]

text; look he found he can do voice to text okay

[redshirting]

Shepard, this is getting ridiculous. Confine your pet to your quarters.

text; grats on your discovery

[bestmakodriver]

Is that where he went? I've been looking for that little bastard everywhere.

text; grats on your discovery

[redshirting]

He's taken a liking to my face. I want him removed.

text; grats on your face

[bestmakodriver]

He might be attracted to your markings. He never escapes his cage while I'm awake.

text;

[coolstorybrogan]

SHuPARD!!!!!

Cum drin with me!

text;

[bestmakodriver]

[ Dear God what is this. It takes a couple of minutes for Shepard to respond because she's busy spit-taking her food. ]

Sounds like you're well ahead of me, Grunt.

text;

[coolstorybrogan]

I found this stuff
LIStErIne

Ill share

text;

[bestmakodriver]

What kind of drink is that?

voice;

[redshirting]

Teach your krogan how to speak.

voice;

[bestmakodriver]

He speaks perfectly. I don't know what you're talking about.

[ Her voice sounds.. slightly awkward. She's cleaning up the food she spat out. ]

voice;

[redshirting]

I'd need a translator to understand what he's saying to me.

voice;

[bestmakodriver]

His typing could use a little work. He's drunk.

voice;

[redshirting]

Inform your crew that Saren Arterius is no longer a threat.

[There's an uncertain pause and then, almost awkwardly:]

I'll be on the sixth floor if you need me.

[ annnnd action! ]

[bestmakodriver]

[ A day after receiving Nihlus' text, Shepard caught herself staring at the screen again. There's no denying the reality of it; for her own selfish reasons and for Garrus, it was better that Saren was gone. But for Nihlus..

She knew there was a history between the pair. Exactly what their history involved was not a subject she dared to discuss with the turian Spectre. Still, there is concern. How is he taking it? He must've maintained a healthy amount of contact for him to notice so soon. It doesn't take long after the realization to have the Commander standing outside of Nihlus' door. ]

Are you there? [ She raps her knuckles against the door. ]

[ annnnd action! ]

[redshirting]

The door's open.

[Though Shepard's arrival comes at a surprise. Her voice made him pause in his ruffling of papers. Sorting and resorting–trying to figure out why he had been brought here. Why Saren had been the one to leave and not him. There had to be a reason.

His thumb rests on the thought of redemption, scribbled down hastily above of page of scrawled events. Saren's compared to his compared to Tali's and anyone else who had left the city briefly.

His forefinger rests on punishment. Comparing his deeds with everyone else's. Trying to figure out how others have escaped when he hasn't–or at least when his was only temporary.

Shepard disturbs him from that and he looks up warily, keeping his tone pleasant but clearly guarded.]

Is there something I can do for you?