Rebirth The Mass Effect is old

Listening out of the corner of my ear to the conversation between the Joker and the Citadel dispatcher, I stared at the huge station, spreading five petals of residential modules far away. A magnificent sight! This station is an ingenious creation, it shocked the imagination, caused awe and awe... someone, but not me. I disliked the Citadel at first sight. A shiny, pretty wobbler, a delicious bait for gullible fools who decided to get the knowledge of the previous rulers of the galaxy for free, and the relay network was a bait hook that local civilizations swallowed so quickly and with a satisfied slurp, voluntarily embarking on the path of death. Apparently, human have safely forgotten the thesis of free cheese, and other races did not even know, having got into a development rut carefully dug for them by patient Reaper breeders. Gloomy prospects, no matter what you say... Damn it, even goblins who have problems with logical thinking are much more careful and don't touch strange free weapons! Is it really hard to think: if the past owners of this wealth were brought under genocide, but this shit remained untouched, then something is wrong? Or is it just anger and annoyance talking in me? Ashley and the Joker were excitedly discussing the frankly ugly "Path of Destiny", which looked more like an exaggerated shallow bucket on a four-legged stand than a warship. A pretty patrol cruiser rustled by. However, he is only beautiful compared to the ugly Azari tubs. Damn it! It feels like the ships were designed here based on the residual principle! Yes, in my home world, the models in the movies were even prettier! My heart feels like I'm going to get to the Council boiling and bubbling with anger. The mooring of the Normandy was uneventful.: the ship smoothly approached the berthing area and braked, after which the anchors worked, fixing it and sucking the ladder to the airlock. By that time, the people who had been released were already crumpling in the airlock. It is worth noting that running around the Citadel in full combat gear and with combat weapons is strictly prohibited, and therefore we were all dressed in standard Alliance uniforms with low-power personal kinetic barrier generators and service weapons, namely pistols. Only Citadel Security personnel were allowed to wear armor, but they were also light, and rifles and fairly powerful pistols were used as service weapons. The only exceptions were the Spectres and the personal bodyguards of the Council members-they could wear anything. Andersondismissed the crew, and he took me, Ashley, and Alenko, called a taxi, and drove to the diplomat of the Alliance, Udina. We stumbled into the ambassador's office when the sought-after reasonable was communicating with the holograms of the Council, and the first phrase I heard was: “This is outrageous! The Council would have intervened if the Geth had attacked the Turian colony!” Udina's indignation was quite understandable to me. Who would like to be seen as something like a third world country? And the Council treated the human race like that, and I couldn't blame them for that. Now, having had the experience of living among other races and peoples, I can quite authoritatively declare that humans are the most unreliable and unpredictable race, from which it is best to expect some kind of setup. You'll be whole. And there will still be a chance for a pleasant surprise, nevertheless, there are decent specimens in our environment, however, they are not very clearly visible against the general background. The Turian Counselor gave Udina a pitying look and quite reasonably remarked: - Turians do not colonize planets bordering Terminus systems. The ambassador grimaced. Apparently, people were really warned about the danger of Terminus systems. “What about Saren? Will the Council turn a blind eye to Spectr betrayal?” “Citadel Security is investigating Saren's case. We will discuss the conclusion at the hearing, not earlier.” The Asari replied softly, and the holograms of the advisors disappeared. Muttering something extremely unpleasant, Udina turned his attention to the intruders. While he and the captain were discussing business, I brazenly turned my back on them and, leaning on the railing, looked at the park with interest. Finally, the ambassador agreed with our captain and left the office. “Commander Shepard.” There was a hint of displeasure in the captain's voice. “I did not expect such behavior from you.” “Captain," with a sigh, I tore myself away from the beautiful park and shifted my attention to my immediate superiors. “I have quite serious doubts about the expediency of this meeting. I believe the Council has already made a decision. We don't have any really solid evidence of Saren's presence on Eden Prime, let alone his involvement in the attack. You don't think that the testimony of a doctor with a shattered psyche will be significant enough, do you?” The captain sighed. “I understand it myself. But it's worth a try.” “Is worth. But I beg you, not a word about my visions! I don't want to be laughed at!” The captain chuckled. “Good.” “By the way, how did the Council receive the information about Nilus' fate?” “Restrained. Except perhaps Councilor Sparatus...” The captain hesitated for a moment. “It seemed to me that he took it too personally. The Turian's rage is unmistakable.” “That's how... Thank you, Captain.” Andersonsmiled reassuringly. “Go to the Council Tower. The meeting will begin soon. I advise you to take a taxi. The distances in the Citadel are quite long, and there are elevators...” The captain grimaced. “You'll have time to evaluate them.” With these words, the captain left, leaving us in the ambassador's office. “Well, let's explore the local public transport?” I asked cheerfully, eliciting puzzled looks from the fighters. “Why are you looking at me like that?” “Commander...” Ashley stammered, not knowing what to say. “Ashley, you don't think I'm a commander in life, do you?” I chuckled. “Subordination must be on board the ship and on the mission. In all other cases, I am Irene.” Ashley smiled, and Alenko stood and blinked. “Then... Irene, let's go get a taxi!” That's why I like this person, so it's for the lightness of character! I would also like to eradicate her xenophobia... Well, okay, I'll wait until my mentality wakes up. Or I'll use a good old belief. *** By the time we got to the Council Tower, I clearly realized that the creators of the game were VERY stingy about the scale of the game world, since we took about forty minutes to get to this tower by taxi and another ten minutes on foot through rather confusing passages. But finally, the building we were looking for was found, and we fell out of the elevator and stomped towards the wide front staircase. Behind which stood two Turians. Well, hello Garrus Vakarian. Let's see what you're like in reality. As I was climbing the stairs, I heard the end of an entertaining dialogue: “Saren is up to something, I'm sure of it!” The low rumbling voice of the young Turian broke off excitedly. “Please give me more time! Stop them!” His tall companion snorted contemptuously: “Detain the Council members? Don't make me laugh! Your investigation is over, Garrus. And don't make me remind you of it again!” Pallin, and it was undoubtedly him, gave the young subordinate a hard look and left, shaking his head disapprovingly. Apparently, Vakarian had already managed to get him a lot. Watching Naylus, I was sure that Turians were simply physically incapable of vivid outward expression of emotions, but Garrus had just shattered that misconception of mine! His whole figure, down to the tips of his clawed fingers, depicted disappointment and confusion! Covered with chitinous plates, the pitiful muzzle, which was not supposed to be capable of live facial expressions at all, was the epitome of childish resentment and deeply wounded pride. But in those vivid, unreal blue eyes, confusion was quickly replaced by determination. Garrus shook himself like a big cat, muttered something displeased, and turned an interested gaze to our frozen composition. There was a moment of realization and recognition, and the Turian, already full of determination and enthusiasm, moved towards us. And I couldn't help but smile. The game's image did not even come close to conveying this storm of emotions and the energy of the young officer. I'm not me if the genius shooter doesn't turn out to be a member of my squad before leaving the Citadel! Anyway, this polite bundle of optimism and the embodiment of justice is worth a fight with Pallin. Garrus skidded to a stop, peering at my face with interest, barely noticeably cocking his head to the side like a bird. “Commander Shepard?” A slight hesitation crept into the vibrant voice. “Garrus Vakarian.” a short nod, a slightly bowed head. Garrus is extremely polite. “I was the C-Sec officer in charge of the investigation of the Saren case.” By the end of the sentence, the uncertainty had evaporated, lost in the determination and confidence of a professional. “Why "was"?” I asked with interest, looking at the guy. Garrus looked confused. “You heard me... Director Pallin closed the investigation.” “But did you find something?” “Saren is a Spectr," Garrus grimaced, which looked very funny and could be read without the slightest difficulty on his, as it turned out, expressive face. “All his activities are classified. It's almost impossible to find something really worthwhile.” In fact, he had just confessed his impotence, knowing it all too well. Ashley and Alenko exchanged glances. My fighters weren't idiots, and they got the subtext right. “Commander, the Council is waiting.” Alenko reminded me quietly, and I wanted to strangle him. Something must have flashed in my eyes, because Garrus blinked in surprise, looking strangely at the unsuspecting Kayden. “Alenko... Don't try my patience. I haven't dealt with you yet for the Lighthouse.” Alenko opened his mouth, but he met my kind, promising gaze and shut up, choking on air. “I'm sorry, Commander.” Shaking my head, I walked past the blinking Turian and headed for the Council platform. Let's see what the real Cancel is. I really hope that they are at least a little smarter than the canonical image, otherwise it will be very difficult to save this reality. And I wanted to see Saren in person. Even if it's in the form of a hologram. *** A visibly nervous captain was waiting for us in front of the Council platform. “Commander! The hearing is already underway!” I didn't even blink at his reproachful look. Anderson sighed and led us to the platform. And the Citadel Council and Saren Arterius appeared to my eyes in their own holographic persona. Judging by Saren's pleased expression, the Udina ambassador managed to make the same mistakes as in the canon. Glancing at the councilors, I stared at Sparatus for a moment. Apparently, Anderson is right. The adviser's movements were too harsh, his voice was harsh, but his eyes were... Turians have amazingly expressive eyes! An extremely honest race! They could still hide emotions in their movements, but their eyes gave them away. And there was only pain in Sparratus' gaze. Apparently, the Councilor took Naylus death very personally. I listened with half an ear to the exchange between Udina and the Council, without taking my eyes off Saren. Needless to say, the legendary Spektr quickly noticed this? I was silent, not trying to get into the conversation, and looked at the powerful Turian in white armor, noticing nervous movements, excessive pathos and contemptuous self-confidence, irritation. Saren's bright blue eyes were devoid of any expression. There were no Turian emotions in them, as if someone or something had completely suppressed them, leaving only bare logic and rationality. Apparently, the Saveren had already gotten into his head, playing perfectly on his fears and thirst for revenge. Still, Anderson couldn't resist blurting out about the visions. I grimaced. He shouldn't have done that. Saren immediately showered him with arrogance and contempt. I wasn't listening to the Turian's words. I listened to the timbre of his voice, noting the reactions and facial expressions of his scarred and disfigured face. “What can you say, Commander Shepard?” Sparatus' growling voice pulled me away from the fascinating staring game with a nervous Saren. “It depends on what exactly interests YOU.” I answered calmly, meeting the adviser's hard gaze. “Tell me about the death of Naylus' Spectr.” “There's nothing to tell.” I shrugged, watching Saren from the corner of my eye. “Naylus went ahead to investigate. We haven't seen each other since we landed, although we've been in touch three times. During the last communication session, he said that he would go check the spaceport, where we were supposed to meet him.” The Counselor listened very attentively, literally spelling out my words. “As we approached the spaceport, a SINGLE shot rang out. We found Naylus at the spaceport. He was shot from a rifle almost POINT BLANK. The wound is fatal. It's all.” “Where is his body?” “When we left the Normandy, it was in the INFIRMARY.” I shrugged my shoulders. Sparatus took a deep breath. “Do you have any more questions for me, Counselor?” I asked calmly. “Tell us about the Lighthouse.” Well, I told him. And about the lighthouse, and about bombs, and about information overload, and about visions of disaster. You should have seen Saren face at that moment! I specifically emphasized that I had never seen such landscapes and such reasonable ones. As an example, I described the proteanin in detail. Saren expression warmed my soul, and I smiled charmingly and hopefully at the twitching Spectr. I know how such snarls get on your nerves. And I had a kind-kind look. I will not forget or forgive a point-blank shot at my potential fighter. That's how vindictive I am. Sparatus watched our exchange of glances very carefully and drew some conclusions. Funnily enough, Saren shut up and didn't ask for compliments. But his eyes were very heavy. It's not for nothing that he has such a specific reputation. Finally, this long muddle came to its logical end, and the Asari counselor said: “The Council found no connection between Saren and the Geth. Ambassador, your request to expel Saren from the Spectr's has been rejected. Which is to be expected. Saren bowed to the Council, saying arrogantly: “I am glad that justice has been done.” But when he came across my leering, appraising and promising gaze, he choked, blinking in surprise. Even his mandibles, disfigured by scars and pins, were pressed tightly to his cheeks. And at that moment, I was torn between two contradictory desires: to kill for what he had done, or to save him, not letting him die by my hand or his own. Saying goodbye in a crumpled manner, Saren disappeared, having managed to catch my promising look one last time. You're not going anywhere. We will meet more than once. So let's see which of the two desires will win in the end, and what your fate will be, the legendary Spectr Saren Arterius. The council dispersed, and Udina stood on the platform for a long time, clutching the strong railing in impotent anger. By and large, the Council has just publicly wiped its feet on him. I went up to Captain Anderson, listening to the heated debate between Ashley and Kayden. Ashley was being venomous at the Council, Alenko was gloomily making excuses for some reason, and the captain was frowning at me. “Commander. I hope you know what you're doing.” “I know. The Council's decision was predetermined.” I shrugged my shoulders, looking at Udina approaching us. “We didn't have a single solid piece of evidence, and the excessive vehemence only turned against us.” “What are your suggestions, Commander?” Udina asked sharply. “Before entering the platform, we met an officer of the C-Sec, Garrus Vakarian.” I said calmly, seeing understanding blossom in the captain's eyes. “He has been investigating Saren's case for a long time. I think he can help us.” “Go ahead, Commander.” “Thank you. If you don't mind, I'll go find Officer Vakarian.” “Do you know where to look for him?” Anderson asked in surprise. “I have an idea.” I smiled. “The Citadel is essentially an ordinary city. And the laws on it are the same. Ashley, Alenko, rest until morning.” “You're not going alone, are you, Shepard?” Ashley asked suspiciously. “Also, how will I go! And no arguments! You, Ashley, are xenophobic. No offense, but I won't take you to the lower city with me until you get over your complexes. You, Alenko, are a military man to the core, and it shows. So...” I spread my hands. “And you?” Taking off my jacket, I gave it to a stunned Alenko, tousled my carefully coiffed hair, hid the gun, tore off the patch from the sleeve of my T-shirt, quickly turning into an ordinary civilian dressed in paramilitary clothing. “See you later, Captain, Ambassador.” Smiling, I easily ran down the stairs and went to the elevator. The recipient's military bearing slipped easily, exposing old habits of movement. There were three stunned stares at my back and one full of hope. Thank you, Captain, for believing in me so much!