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Chapter 15.1 Garrus and the ship's problems.
"Normandy." There are so many... problems in this name! I was sitting in the dining room, listlessly munching on a rather tasty ration and thinking about what had happened during this long and eventful day. As time has shown, Garrus' booby-trapped apartment was a very good, downright revealing start....
When the Salarian foreman handed over the ship to me after minor repairs, he looked at me strangely. After reading the report, I began to understand the reason for such views. The technicians actually checked the entire ship, and their conclusion can be described as "It's easier to build a new one." The Tantalus was greeted with admiration and apprehension: the Turian-built core was completely stable and functioning perfectly, but the ship's power center raised questions. The engine is also good in itself, but it's definitely too big for a frigate. No wonder the Joker said that the Normandy had an overgrown engine in its ass.
They also gave me a box of bugs. A big box. Complete. And they advised me to check the whole ship. I promised to give it back for a complete refit after I returned. If it works.
Further — more.
The Normandy hadn't even taken off yet, and the friction between the crew and the aliens had already begun. The number one stumbling block is Tali. The young Quarian poked her curious nose all over the ship, along with the technicians of the Special Corps. They didn't care, but people started drinking. Fortunately, Tali herself wasn't touched, but my mind was just bubbling and bubbling with negativity, making it difficult for me to work and very annoying. Stumbling block number two: Garrus. The people quickly found out that they had put him in a locked cabin and were quietly making fun of him. Until we found out that the former C-SEC officer sleeps in the captain's cabin.
Fine. I just didn't have enough gossip on board for complete happiness!
The crew consists of young people who have just graduated from the academy, mostly boys under thirty. Hormones are bubbling, self-esteem and faith in the Greatness of Humanity, lovingly nurtured in the Navy. All this is normal and quite understandable. And it was even convenient while Anderson was the captain. And here...
Suddenly, instead of everyone's beloved Anderson, an incomprehensible little red-haired girl with a dubious reputation was appointed in his place. Yes, chauvinism has been eliminated in the Alliance to some extent, but ... the sediment still remains. I am the commander-in-chief of the landing group. And then, suddenly, I become the captain of the newest frigate of the Alliance!
That's it, hop, and the captain. The status of the Spectr didn't say much to anyone, it only added to the dislike. And I'm also dragging incomprehensible aliens on board. A Quarian, a Krogan, and a Turian. This is despite the fact that Turians in the navy are strongly disliked because of the notorious First Contact War, and this hostility, reinforced by general xenophobia, has shifted to Vakarian. Nihlus did not find a common language with people during the short flight to Eden Prime, rather, on the contrary, he only aggravated the situation by deliberately keeping his distance. That's why the rumors of his death were so easily accepted. And here's a bummer: the "bone-faced freak" survived. What a fucking shame!
Derg landed next to me and looked sympathetically at my angry face.
"How are you, Rir?"
"It's disgusting." I said listlessly, poking at the vegetable puree with a disposable fork.
"Are there many problems?"
"This whole ship is one big problem. Here, read it." I handed him the datapad.
Dare took the device, turned it on and immersed himself in reading, and his expressive face slowly began to stretch. Dylan came over with two rations. One was already open and steaming, and the other was just being heated up.
"They shot back." he muttered, falling on a chair and handing the ration to Derg. "What are you reading?"
"A collection of nightmares." he grumbled and handed the datapad to his partner. "Somehow I don't want to fly on this ship anymore, because it's getting scary."
Dylan immersed himself in reading, and Derg pulled up the ration. It didn't take long for Dylan to assess the situation with the ship:
"Famously."
"That's not the word." I rubbed my eyes.
"You should get some rest."
"I'll sleep tonight. Garrus will be awake just in time."
"Is he really sleeping at your place?"
"I have. At least he should be sleeping."
"Has the butler not opened his cabin yet?"
"no."
Determination and discontent flashed behind him. And who brought this?
"Lieutenant Commander, allow me to address you."
Fuck, Williams! You're the only one I needed for complete happiness.
"Permission granted, Sergeant."
"I'm worried about aliens. A team of technicians. Vakarian and Rex. And a Quarian. With all due respect, Commander, should they have full access to the ship?"
It's started. How I love my beloved humanity!
Dylan easily calculated my attitude and raised an eyebrow at Ashley. There's not even a need for mentalism, and it's so clear that I offered to dismiss her. I shook my head. Let him talk it out. Let's see how well everything is running.
"Ma'am, Commander, the Normandy is the most advanced ship in the Alliance. We should hardly give them the opportunity to poke their noses into all the most important systems: engines, sensors, weapons."
"Don't you trust the Alliance's allies?" I asked dryly.
"I would not call the races that make up the Council allies. We — that is, people — need to learn to rely only on ourselves."
"I've heard your opinion, Sergeant. You can be free."
Derg, after swallowing the food, declared:
"And I'm relying on Dylan. And it feels good. But if I get into a booby-trapped room, I will rely on only one reasonable person. And demand his presence."
Dylan laughed.
"Yes, I remember that. He wears a visor and has blue tattoos on his face."
"I'm serious." Derg grumbled.
"Me too. I was impressed with how he got this idiot out of a booby-trapped apartment. I wouldn't go there."
"No one went there. Except for him." The Grizzly snorted. "By the way, why is he so upset about the sniper?"
"Because he's a sniper from God." I replied.
Dare speared a piece of meat on a fork, dipped it in vegetable puree, popped it into his mouth, swallowed and said:
"So Dylan is also a good sniper."
"Believe me, compared to him, we are all cross-eyed and blind in both eyes."
"Both a sapper and a sniper..." Dylan grimaced. "He's also a technician, isn't he?"
"Yes, as far as I understand. And what?"
"What's that! Honey, he's not just a sniper. He was" a short nod towards my cabin "trained as a saboteur."
"What did he forget about C-SEC then?" Derg asked in surprise, pouring water into a glass.
"He worked as an investigator." I shrugged my shoulders.
"So he's also an investigator?"
"He's also an investigator. And a very good one. I saw for myself: Pallin was not eager to give it back."
Dylan chuckled.
"I wouldn't give it either."
For a while, the fighters fell silent, destroying the food. Williams was hovering by the table, looking from the guys to me in disbelief.
"If he was trained to be a saboteur, then he is clearly not bad as a fighter." Darg held out his hand dreamily, carefully sniffing the liquid in the glass. "As far as I remember, full-contact sparring is allowed in their troops."
"Who's talking about what, and the Grizzly is about a fight." Dylan chuckled. "You'll have to stick to the Krogan."
"Am I a fool to go after the Master of War?" He took a sip and squinted contentedly. "It's nothing like that. Delicious."
"Who knows you? You can also ask Rex to spar."
Heavy footsteps sounded from behind.
"Where's the trash can on this trough?" Rex boomed, holding a bunch of ration boxes in his hands.
"Over there." Dylan pointed at the recycling unit.
Rex crumpled up the boxes and threw the resulting lump into the mouth of the recycler with biotics.
"So who said anything about sparring?"
"Well, I am."
"Finished?"
"yes."
"Well, let's go." The Krogan grinned, giving the fighter an appraising look.
Before they could leave, the doors to the infirmary opened and Dr. Karin Chakvas appeared.
"Dylan, Darg, are you free?"
"Yes, Dr. Chakwas." Dylan replied, pushing the empty box away.
"Great. I need to move the wounded man back to the infirmary." The doctor looked at the Krogan. "Can you help with the transfer of the equipment, Rex?"
"No problem."
After taking the empty boxes to the disposal unit, the soldiers followed the doctor to my cabin. Rex was stomping after me, and... I think it was Ashley. And why did she get carried away?
Karin entered the cabin first, followed by my fighters. And for some reason, they stopped in the aisle.
"May I know what's going on here?" Dr. Chakwas asked coldly.
"Oh... I don't feel good about her tone." Darg and Dylan expertly pushed her against the wall, and I could finally see what had angered her so much: a visor was lying on the pillow of my newly made bed, and its owner, wearing a black armband, was curled up in a compact ball, sleeping on top of the covers on the very edge of the bunk. Darg and Dylan expertly pushed her against the wall, and I could finally see what had angered her so much: a visor was lying on the pillow of my newly made bed, and its owner, wearing a black armband, was curled up in a compact ball, sleeping on top of the covers on the very edge of the bunk. The removed armor lay neatly against the wall. At the table, so as not to disturb anyone.
Did he sit on the edge and immediately pass out? It looks like it.
"And what about the little Vakarian?" Rex asked in surprise, entering the cabin.
"That's what I want to know." Karian pursed her lips in displeasure, pulling a small medical scanner from the pocket of her uniform trousers.
We watched the doctor who was examining Garrus warily. Rex, who had not yet met our charming Karin, came close and watched the process with interest.
"Temperature is low, breathing is shallow, pulse is thready...." The doctor looked up from the screen. "Why did I only find out about this now?"
"I have nothing to do with it!" Rex took a step back.
"Spectr of Kraik! Can you explain what happened to your relative?"
"As I understand it, this is a rollback from stimulants." Nihlus replied calmly.
"What kind of stimulants?"
Instead of answering, I took out a box of stimulants from the closet and handed it to the doctor.
"He took two red classes less than an hour apart."
Karin opened the box and took out a used injector with a red stripe and read the label.
"Why did he need a combat stimulator?" She asked dryly, shifting her demanding gaze from Rex to me.
"He was called away from C-SEC." Darg said. "He cleared his apartment."
The doctor carefully replaced the injector, closed the box and placed it on the bedside table.
"Does anyone know exactly how long he hasn't slept?"
"More than two days." Nihlus replied.
The Doctor flared up with rage.
"Did I understand you correctly?" Karin asked softly. "Vakarian, after two days without sleep..."
"Two and a half of our days." Nihlus corrected her. "It's about seventy hours.
"...after seventy hours without sleep, did you use two red class heavy combat stimulants on an empty stomach with an interval of less than an hour?"
"Yes."
Karin sucked in a sharp breath.
"To the infirmary. Immediately!"
"Don't go to the infirmary..." came a sleepy, vibrating voice: Garrus had woken up from the noise and was now sitting on the bed and rubbing his sleepy eyes in a completely human way. "I'll sleep it off and everything will be fine."
"Do you know the consequences?"
"Yes." Garrus activated the omny-tool. "Usually, after using such stimulants, I was checked at the hospital. I saved the information. See."
Karin opened the file she had been given on her instrument.
"Really. Very soft." The golden glow faded. "Do you know what to do?"
"I know."
"OK."
While the guys were taking Nihlus to the infirmary, the doctor turned off some of the equipment, and Rex, under her strict guidance, took him away.
"Garrus."
The Turian looked up from his meal and looked questioningly at the doctor.
"Can you connect these sensors?"
"Yes. It's standard equipment, and I'm familiar with it."
"Good. Eat and go to bed. I'm a staff doctor at Normandy, and I need to know about your condition. If you don't want to end up in the infirmary, please connect the equipment."
He didn't argue and nodded in agreement.
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