Crime on Illium. Fancy that. Some mercs gunned down a volus in an alley, and now this justicar I've been tracking down is mixed up in it. And there's an added complication. The detective in charge has orders to arrest the justicar, to keep her from killing any non-asari, but apparently justicars react violently to being arrested. Funny little code they've got. Sounds like I could get behind it, minus the whole "killing cops just doing their jobs" thing.
The Eclipse mercs opened up on me soon as I showed my face. You'd think sooner or later they'd figure out that going up against me is not profitable. Then again, it's not I like leave many alive to tell the tale.
Who knew asari could fly? Even if you just downgrade it to "falling with style," it was pretty damn impressive. I suppose there's not much you can't do with enough biotic juice and willpower. Samara's definitely going to be an asset, if I can get all this straightened out. Turns out their code requires them to submit to local law enforcement, but only for 24 hours. This just gets weirder and weirder. She can't kill the cop for arresting her now, but in one day, she'll kill anyone who tries to stop her from leaving? I see why everyone's been crapping neutronium since she got here. I've got one day to crack this case and get Samara out with a minimum of bloodshed.
Eclipse's data security isn't what it could be, and their hires aren't exactly a brain trust. One tried playing the "poor scared little me card" before going for her gun. She didn't live to regret it. Pro tip: if you want to live long, don't try and win a quickdraw contest with an N7 who already has a gun pointed at you. You'll lose. Every time. Hacked a terminal a bit further in and found out she's the one who'd killed the volus in the first place. It was a clean shoot any way you slice it, but nice to have it on paper. Also found evidence that the dead volus' partner was smuggling illegal drugs (okay, not illegal on Illium, but still) to the mercs. That'll make the detective's day. Took out the head of this merry band of incompetents and got the data Samara needed. She's free and on the Normandy, and the volus smuggler is going to jail. Not a bad day's work, if you ask me.
Samara and her code are certainly interesting. I wonder if her wardrobe choice is deliberate. Maximum cleavage to make people underestimate her, before she biotic-drop-kicks them into the next star system. This code of hers, her utter loyalty to it -- and now, I guess, to me -- is fascinating. I've never heard of anything like this. The breadth of discretion these justicars get is frightening. I wonder if any of them have ever gone rogue, and what the result was. Not sure yet if Samara's utter dedication to her code makes her more or less dangerous. I think I'll make sure no one mentions to her that my crew also contains a mercenary/bounty hunter, an assassin, and a professional thief. Or the unsavory reputation Cerberus has picked up, and how Jacob and Miranda, to say nothing of the entire rest of the crew, are tacitly complicit in it. Or how Garrus and I could both qualify as multiple murderers. Or how someone was paying the Blue Suns to keep Jack in their space prison. Actually, I think I'll tell everyone on the ship to keep completely silent around her.
More planet scanning. Need some more resources for Mordin's research projects. It's relaxing, in its own way, but still. I keep getting that old Tom Lehrer song stuck in my head. "There's antimony, arsenic, aluminium, selenium, and hydrogen and oxygen and nitrogen and rhenium. . ." EDI's found a few interesting things on some of the planets we've visited. Mostly hidden merc bases. We've cleaned them out. I'm getting sick of these guys.
Illusive Man has a mission for us. Turians apparently disabled a Collector ship, he wants us to take a look and see if there's any intel we can use. Sounds like a solid plan, but I can't help but have a bad feeling about this.
When we got to the ship, the complete lack of apparent battle damage didn't do anything to set my mind at ease. The whole way in, I got more and more certain I was being set up. I just wasn't sure by who. Especially when EDI ran the EM signature, and found out that not only was this the same ship that attacked Horizon, but the same ship that blew up the first Normandy. The Collectors have to have more than one ship, so why is this the only one we're bumping into? Another question with no satisfactory answer.
And boy, was I being set up, twice. The Collectors laid the trap, and the Illusive Man dropped me right into it. I'm definitely getting tired of the way he does business. Lucky for him he refuses to meet face-to-face, I'd probably punch him. Or shoot him. Maybe both.
Miranda. Things are. . . progressing. Maybe faster than I'd like. I can't help but feel guilty. I still miss Ash, but. . . Miranda's here. And we both need. . . something. I don't know. She saved my life. More than saved it, even. There isn't a word to express what she's done for me. And I've returned the favor as best I can. We have a connection, and I get the sense she doesn't connect with people much. I don't want to hurt either of them, but. . . what if this is it? We all know this mission is a long shot, what if this is the one I don't come back from? I'd like to say I'm certain I'll come through this, and see Ash again, but if not? If I die out beyond the Omega 4 relay, or face-down in some alien muck with a merc bullet in my skull, will I regret not letting whatever's between me and Miranda happen? Absolutely. But if I do make it through, and I do see Ash again, how do I explain things to her?
Screw it. I'm sick and tired of being so careful with everything I say and do, weighing each decision based on the consequences for the whole frelling galaxy. Just once, just this time, I'm going to do what I feel and damn the consequences. If I'm still alive to deal with them later, then that's a victory in and of itself.
Ardat-yakshi. That's a mouthful, and the meaning is worse. Samara wants help tracking one down, stop her from killing more people. Just when I think I've seen everything, the galaxy throws death by snu-snu at me. Some days I love my job. Some days I hate it. And then there are days like these. And if all that wasn't weird enough, this literal sexual predator is our famed justicar's daughter. Glad I'm not in Samara's shoes. I'll do whatever it takes to help.
Garrus and Thane both have personal business to wrap up on the Citadel. Garrus is looking for the guy that turned in his squad, Thane's trying to stop his son from going down a dark path. I'm there for both of them. Thane's son takes priority, we have to find him before he kills someone.
We got there in time, thankfully. Though I do kinda wish we could have let Kolyat shoot the turian. The last thing the Citadel needs is an anti-human in political office. But keeping a kid from becoming a killer is more important. Hopefully, having a human save his scaly butt will change his mind. Doubt it. He'll probably convince himself it was all my fault to begin with. Some elaborate scheme by the evil humans to convince him we're not so bad, right before we melt him down into protein slurry to feed our army of zombie dinosaurs with laser beams attached to their heads. Note to self: find something to do before bed besides raid Joker's movie-of-the-week collection.