VIDEO

[squadgoals]

Hi all — Shepard here, just a quick couple of questions.

First, I know the mail system can be all over the place, so I wanted to reach out to everyone. Last month, I received this-- [And here, she holds up a hypospray with this label affixed to it. She rotates it slowly, showing off the entire label as she speaks.] --in my mailbox. Not sure what kind of medicine it is, but if you know, or know who it belongs to, please let me know as soon as possible.

Second, I wanted to ask about the Ingress. From what I've read and been told, it opens once every month, at the beginning of that month. Now, I've only been here a month — can anyone with more experience tell me if it's normal or not that it hasn't opened by now?

Comments

[squadgoals]

[At the smile, she almost smirks back. Instead, she taps a finger on Miles desk, turning her body to watch him pace. Just watching him almost makes her feel on edge sympathetically.]

What's the plan? As you said, you weren't too keen on asking everyone directly. But on the other hand, there's people who already know what the medicine is, truly. You could ask them for help recovering them.

Well, depending on what you planned to do with them when you did.

[forwardmomentum]

I think calling it a medicine isn't...entirely accurate. It's certainly not used for medical purposes.

[ he frowns slightly. ]

If you're worried I intend to use it for my own purposes, then you'd be mistaken. What I want to do is lock that stuff up so no one can get into it for their own purposes. I'm not saying I can't envision a scenario in which it might come in handy, but mostly I just want to keep it out of the hands of the crew. [ miles taps a finger to his lips. ] Asking you and Elizabeth for help isn't the worst idea, either. I can trust both of you to maintain your discretion.

[squadgoals]

I don't doubt you wouldn't use it, Miles, but honestly? If you're gathering it up, it should be to get rid of it completely.

[Leaning one arm on the desk, she gestures with the other as she talks, still seated.]

You mentioned people getting worried — imagine how fellow crew members would feel, beyond just the threat of being made to reveal their secrets, if they found out someone they were supposed to trust was keeping a--a drug like that around, "just in case"?

I'll help you track them, and I've already made my promise not to say a word of this conversation outside this room, but if you have any concerns about it being abused by other crew members? You'll destroy them.

[forwardmomentum]

[ it isn't as though she doesn't have a point -- miles's concern about crew paranoia easily extends to the reverse, and then he'd be the target of...well, he doesn't really want to think about the kind of angry mob the crew of the moira would make. miles gnaws on the side of his thumb, brow knit. ]

But we might need them sometime. Not to use on our own crew, for -- [ he exhales sharply. ] You haven't been on this ship quite as long as I have, Commander. Del Pascia was one thing, but that was a computer we were dealing with. Our usual troubles usually come in the form of things much more humanoid. God knows I could've used some fast-penta back on Emiri...

[ his voice descends into a contemplative mutter, and he rubs at his chin, looking troubled. he's trying to think twelve steps ahead, but he doesn't even know where they'll be two weeks from now. ]

Give me some time to think about it. I think we can agree, at least, that these hyposprays are far more dangerous in the hands of people who don't even know what it is, let alone scattered across the ship.

[squadgoals]

[She drums her fingers on the desk lightly, a low hum of disagreement on her lips. It wasn't exactly insubordination to disagree just because he'd been aboard longer, but it was close enough to bite back any further thoughts on the matter. She'd said her piece.]

Understood. Let me know what you decide. I'll keep an ear to the ground for any more traces of the spray — at the very least, they should be collected.