Rebirth: The Mass Effect. Book 1. Part 3.3

"And do many people think so, like Saren?"

"Many. But most of them don't do anything about it. And Saren contacted the Geth. I don't know how. I don't know why. All I know is that it has something to do with the lighthouse."

He knows... He doesn't know shit! These are just assumptions, although they are somewhat correct. Saren really came for the lighthouse, and he got the information he needed from it. But the lighthouse is just a tool, nothing more. Moreover, it is useless.

"You were there, Commander, before the lighthouse self-destructed. Did you see anything? Any hint of what Saren was looking for?"

"Before I lost consciousness, I had visions."

"Visions? What?"

"Wars. I can't say for sure, they're too fragmented and torn. Just flashes that appear for a moment in the image."

"This should be reported to the Council."

"Report what? That I had a bad dream?" I asked, frowning at the floor. "They'll think I'm completely crazy."

The psychological state of my recipient after the ill-fated Torfan was... not too stable and rosy. The captain was slightly embarrassed, apparently remembering this interesting fact, but he did not give up on his idea:

"It is unknown what kind of information was stored in the lighthouse. Lost prothean technologies? Blueprints for some ancient weapon of mass destruction? Whatever it was, Saren has it now."

There was nothing valuable in this lighthouse. The usual warning of an impending galactic Apocalypse and a call for revenge, nothing more. You'd better look for the blueprints in your Archives on Mars, not in my head!

An extraneous thought flashed across my mind: I wonder if Sagep's head is falling apart from the pain right now, just like mine?

However, I didn't say anything to Anderson. Firstly, he just won't believe it, and secondly, there's no point. Why do I need extra problems? I'd like to get Spectr status and get the hell out of this poorhouse.

"I know Saren." the captain continued to broadcast. "I know his reputation and methods! He believes that humans are parasites of the cosmos! This attack was an act of war!"

Uh-huh, wars. How so... Saren didn't give a damn about the Alliance or humanity as a whole!Uh-huh, wars. How so... Saren didn't give a damn about the Alliance or humanity as a whole! If his motives are even slightly similar to the canonical ones, he only cares about his native race and Hierarchy. I wonder what the brave captain would say if he knew that I share the opinion of this Turian in some way? I don't like people. Sometimes I hate it. Sincerely. Clear. Uncluttered. It is so sincere that the idea of genocide does not cause rejection and hostility.

"He's got the secrets of the lighthouse. He has an army of Geth at his disposal. And he won't stop until he wipes humanity off the face of the galaxy!"

Should I help him? In memory of my recipient's happy childhood? I wonder how many people wonder what happened in the past of this beautiful red-haired girl, who was often called a "Soulless Bitch" behind her back?

"Sir, he must be stopped!" I said pathetically, devoutly looking into the man's eyes.

Absolutely necessary. At least to have a heart-to-heart conversation with him.

"It's not that simple." the captain replied. "He's a Spectr. He can fly wherever he wants and do whatever he wants. That's why we need the Council on our side."

"If we prove that Saren is out of control, the Council will strip him of his status." I said listlessly.

"I will contact the Ambassador and try to arrange an audience with the Council." The captain glanced at the partition behind me.

An interesting thought occurred to me, and I said to the man's back as he left:

"Captain."

"Anderson turned around."

"Commander?"

"Have you already sent a report to the Citadel?"

"Yes."

It's annoying.

"Have you reported on the state of the Spectr of Kriyk?"

"No."

Oh, that's good.

"Do not tell the Council that he has survived."

Surprise stabbed at his nerves.

"What's the point?"

"Saren must not find out that his former student managed to survive this shot. If Nihlus is taken to the Citadel Hospital, I won't give a spent thermoclip for his life." The captain was silent, considering my words. Roughly speaking, I suggested that he conceal the information. Important information.

"Commander Shepard has some truth in her words, Captain." Dr. Chakwas said softly, coming up to us. "His life is already in danger. This is compounded by the fact that we don't have a single drug on board for creatures with dextro organisms. Do you understand what will happen if he dies in the Normandy infirmary after you report that he is alive? We could be charged with premeditated murder."

"I understood you." Anderson said after a short silence.

Already at the door, the captain turned and said:

"I'll do as you suggested. As soon as Dr. Chakwas releases you, I'm waiting for your report."

"That's right, sir."

The captain turned around and left the infirmary.

"Thank you for your support, Doctor."

"It wasn't my idea, Commander." She replied calmly, pressing an inconspicuous button.

The partition was lowered, giving me the opportunity to see Nihlus lying on the bed, staring at me with bright green eyes. Op-pa...

Karin glanced at the instruments, frowned, went to the table and picked up a portable medical scanner.

"Commander, come here."

They put me next to some devices and scanned me quickly. The doctor carefully read the information on the scanner, cast a thoughtful glance at the instrument screens located near Spektr's bed, and frowned. Nihlus and I watched this extremely expressive pantomime in silence.

"Commander Shepard. Your indicators are completely normal. And here are the indicators of the Kryk Spectr... they would be normal if he were human."

The green eyes widened slightly and narrowed sharply, the heavy gaze fixed on me. The doctor noticed this and said:

"With such indicators, even a completely healthy Turian should have lost consciousness long ago. I would like to understand what a prolonged stay in such a state can mean for the Spectr." And on that cheerful note, Dr. Chakwas looked at me with a demanding expression.

Oh...

Nihlus raised his hand, gesturing for me to get closer. I came over, cocked my head questioningly, leaning over, and he croaked faintly:

"In my cabin. The Special Corps box."

I nodded briefly and looked questioningly at the doctor.

"Commander, maybe you have a first aid kit with you. It would be appropriate now."

Nihlus nodded slightly, making it clear that he really had the first-aid kit he was looking for.

"I understand you, Doctor."

"And don't forget to come back for an examination before you start writing the report."

I moaned softly, barely restraining myself. Report! And I've already lost the habit of bureaucracy in recent years. What kind of bureaucracy is there in a world consumed by a zombie apocalypse? Or in the catacombs of ancient underground cities full of traps and monstrous creatures, from which I stole rare and valuable artifacts?

I hate it!

But I'll have to write. Damn it... Okay, I'll use the recipient's memories and set it up, since I haven't completely lost the ability to compose hard-to-read dry texts in official language.