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[indoctrinated]

[ the feed flickers once, twice, before it settles on Thisavrou's latest Turian resident. ]

I have heard of machine-gods that could harvest entire civilizations and render them into nothingness in nanoseconds, or even create a symbiotic relationship between machines and organics...but I have never heard of the likes of machinery that could resuscitate the dead.

Yet, I am led to believe the technology here is so highly advanced that it is as common as any other glitch in a program. Is that right?

[ here, Saren pauses, clearly disbelieving. ]

I seek more credible answers, which surely someone must have uncovered by now. Is there more to how we arrived here? What is known about our gracious hosts, is there information regarding them or their government?

Humans are known for their arrogance and non-compliance. I cannot imagine that all of you have been content to act as no better than cogs in a machine, submitting so that our gracious hosts could reap the benefits of your contribution.

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[squadgoals]

Nobody could have anticipated that. We could only prepare for the worst.

[Coming from Saren, it was practically an apology.]

Agreed on risk assessment. I've got some code fragments that might ease the translation process.

If things come up clean, maybe I'll even tell you what happened to the Reapers.

[Reaper disagreement had practically been Shepard and Saren's bread and butter — time to discuss the final results.]

[beautifulspaceraptor]

Tech here's a bit of a mishmash, really. You've really advanced technology interspersed with some pretty antiquated oddities, interspersed with what's- essentially- magic as far as I can make out.

[ Considering the fact that Saren was chatting it up with Dorian, he'll probably find out more about that last bit in greater detail pretty soon.

Gingerly peeling his claws out of his sleeves, Nihlus lets his hands drop back to his sides. Saren can probably see the odd flash of pink under the leather on his right arm before it resettles.

To Shepard, Nihlus asks, ]

Think you could send those to me on my omni-tool?

[ And then to Saren, expression carefully neutral now, ]

Everything's pretty much ready to go. When do you want to start?

[indoctrinated]

You've my permission to begin whenever you like. Why delay?

[ The sooner he had answers, the sooner he could start to trust his own state of mind. Maybe then, he could work toward some sort of reconciliation with Nihlus. ]

And Wrap!

[beautifulspaceraptor]

[ Well, that went a lot smoother than Nihlus thought it would. No one had been shot, no obvious signs of lasting Indoctrination and they didn't have to knock Saren out and put him into the trunk.

Speaking of... ]

I've got a rental nearby, [ he says, jerking his head in the vague direction of said ride. ] Let's head out.