/ACCESSING ALLIANCE PERSONNEL FILES/

/CLASSIFIED: ABOVE TOP SECRET/

/ALLIANCE PERSONNEL FILE: COMMANDER SHEPARD, TARTARUS/

/PLACE OF BIRTH: COLONY, MINDIOR/

/DOB: 2154.4.11/

/DATE OF ENLISTMENT: 2172.4.11/

/SPECIALTY: ENGINEER/

/NOTABLE SERVICE/

/AKUZE INCIDENT/

/TOP GRADUATE OF N7 SCHOOL/

/LIBERATION OF HUMAN COLONY EDEN PRIME/

/FIRST HUMAN MEMBER OF COUNCIL SPECIAL TACTICS AND RECONNAISSANCE (SPECTER)/

/OPERATION LEADER IN MANHUNT FOR EX-SPECTER SAREN, ARTERIUS/

/RELIEF OF HUMAN COLONY FEROS/

/TEAM LEADER IN STG ASSAULT ON KROGAN CLONING FACILITY-VIRMIRE/

/SIEGE OF THE CITADEL 2181/

/PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE/

/COMMANDER SHEPARD DIAGNOSED WITH MILD PTSD OCCURRING FROM TRAUMA SUFFERED AS A WITNESS IN THE MINDIOR ATTACK AS WELL AS A SURVIVOR OF THE AKUZE INCIDENT/

/COMMANDER SHEPARD IS QUICK TO ANGER WHEN THOSE HE VIEWS AS CLOSE TO HIM ARE THREATENED, THIS IS BELIEVED TO BE LINKED TO HIS MILD PTSD/

/KNOWN XENO-ASSOCIATES/

/VAKARIAN, GARRUS (TURIAN)/

/URDNOT WREX (KROGAN)/

/TALI'ZORAH NAR RYYA (QUARIAN) UPDATED: TALI'ZORA VAS NEEMA NAR RYYA/

/DR. T'SONI, LIARA (ASARI)/

/CURRENT STATUS OF COMMANDER SHEPARD, TARTARUS...KIA/


PERSEUS VEIL

/ACCESS OF HUMAN ALLIANCE PERSONNEL FILES COMPLETE/

/SHEPARD-COMMANDER DECLARED KIA/

/SCANS MADE BY SR NORMANDY PRIOR TO DESTRUCTION RECORDED AGGRESSOR AS UNKNOWN ORGANIC FORCE/

/CORRECTION: UNKNOWN ORGANIC FORCE IDENTIFIED WITH 74.683% RESEMBLANCE TO KNOWN COLLECTOR VESSELS/

/LIKELIHOOD OF COLLECTORS ENSLAVED BY OLD MACHINES 99.9998%/

/LIKELIHOOD OF RECOVERY BY HUMAN ALLIANCE FOR BURIAL SERVICES 18.7%/

/LIKELIHOOD OF RECOVERY BY HUMAN SUPREMACY GROUP CERBERUS FOR RESUSCITATION AND DEPLOYMENT 93.4%/

/LIKELIHOOD OF RECOVERY BY COLLECTORS FOR DISSECTION AND PERMANENT DESTRUCTION 86.7%/

/LIKELIHOOD OF VICTORY IN CASE OF OLD MACHINE RETURN WITHOUT SHEPARD-COMMANDER 0.001%/

/LIKELIHOOD WITH SHEPARD-COMMANDER...UNKNOWN/

/REACHING CONSENSUS/

/CONSENSUS REACHED/

/SHEPARD-COMMANDER WILL BE RECOVERED BY GETH AND RESUSCITATION ATTEMPTED/


The geth platform stood like a silent sentinel in the gathering snow that had begun to cover the wreckage around it. It rotated the piece of armor in its hands, half of a chest plate emblazoned with the logo of the N7 along with a pauldron and arm guard. It placed the piece over the large hole in its torso that it had acquired attempting to follow the Commander on Eden Prime. The piece covered most of the damaged area and the repair was long overdue. Its mission had been to track down and make contact with Commander Shepard, to show him that not all the geth, that in fact less than ten percent, were aligned with the Heretics that he had been fighting against. In that, as it looked at the wreckage of the Normandy, it had most certainly failed. Its FTL communications processes leapt into action as it made contact with the Consensus.

/OUTGOING MESSAGE: MISSION FAILED/

/ SHEPARD-COMMANDER DECEASED IN CRASH OF HUMAN ALLIANCE VESSEL SR-1 NORMANDY/

/AWAITING FURTHER COMMANDS/

The platform barely had to wait a second to receive a response from the Consensus: /MISSION PRIORITY AMENDED: PLATFORM WILL RECOVER BODY OF SHEPARD-COMMANDER./

The platform acknowledged the message as received and turned back to its ship, retrieving the equipment necessary to extract a body from the planets icy surface. It stepped off into the falling snow, a legion of Geth in the body of one.


Doctor Liara T'soni sat at the helm of the SS Fleeting Rain, a small planetary scouting vessel. She had spent weeks, and more money than she would openly admit, to locate the remains of her friend; The great Commander Shepard. She and a Drell by the name of Feron had been contracted by the Shadow Broker to recover the body little over a month prior.

"What do you think the Broker wants with the Commander?" Feron asked quietly from his position in the co-pilots seat, his voice and accent the standard rasp known to the Drell.

"Frankly I don't have a clue. Rumor going through the lower info-brokers says the Collectors have put forth an offer. Quite a substantial one at that."

"I can't believe that you'd give your old commander to the Broker knowing where he'd end up."

Liara dodged the question, stating that they were leaving FTL near the planet Alchera, site of the original SR-1 Normandy crash after coming under attack by an unknown enemy. She had been on board when the attack happened, escaping in a pod while Ashley Williams had ran to find the commander.

"Coming out of FTL and...what the?"

"What is it, Liara?" Feron's hands tensed at the controls, ready to leap into action at a moments notice.

"Scanner picked up a ship leaving system just after we entered. Tagged it as geth." A stab of fear twisted her gut. "You don't think..."

"No, what reason would they have? It's probably just a computer glitch." Ferron's voice, however, betrayed him. "We should get ready to go planetside and investigate." With that Feron keyed the input for the autopilot and stood from his console. "The planet's atmosphere is inhospitable, so make sure you bring a breather."

Liara nodded, standing as well and following the Drell aft to put on her gear, including a full helmet instead of her traditional mask. The planet was supposed to be freezing and the last thing she needed was her head flanges freezing off. She pulled on a set of gloves, flexing her fingers as the gloves locked to her suit at the wrists. She let a small tendril of biotics flow to her hands and contended at the state of her armor grabbed the one memento she had always kept of Shepard: the SPECTER level HMWP x pistol he had given her when they hunted down Saren. She performed a quick functions check on the weapon and slipped it onto her hip. She nodded to Ferron, who was donning a recon hood, and proceeded to the shuttle. If she had to say one thing about no longer serving on a military craft, it would be that she no longer had to endure the heart stopping descent from the ship inside of a Mako.

The shuttle made its way through the frigid atmosphere of the planet, following the coordinates they had mapped out while in orbit, and coming to a halt in a small clearing amongst the strewn wreckage of the once proud frigate. Liara Stepped out of the shuttle, Feron quickly following behind her. She had to admit, the view was breath taking, a clear sky above shining with the myriad of stars.

"Liara, come here." She turned to see Feron crouched in the snow a few feet away, investigating something in the crisp snow. She made her way over to him, snow crunching under foot. "What did you find-By the Goddess..." She stared down at the clear footprint of a geth, it's two pronged footprint clearly showed its creator moving away, towards a gorge a couple hundred meters away.

"I only see one set of prints." Feron observed, gesticulating at the area around them. "Since when do geth travel alone?" He looked around, as if suspicious of an ambush or some other trick.

"Perhaps they traveled single file... To hide their numbers." Liara quipped.

"We had best hope not." Feron stood and began walking towards the gorge, following the footprints in the snow as the reference fell on ignorant ears. When they arrived he leaned forward to look over the side. "Long way down, but its where the tracks end. The geth must have rappelled down the side. I don't see any rappelling gear nearby."

"Neither do I. Perhaps it found a path down?" Liara looked about the area, "I think I see a path, but its narrow. Over there." She pointed to the right hand side of the gorge to a narrow, rocky, outcropping in the ice that formed a makeshift stairway that wound its way down the sheer face.

Feron shook his head. "Too dangerous. We'll go back and get the shuttle and take it down to the bottom." He turned to walk back the way they came as Liara grabbed his arm. "What if there is more than one? What if it is armed well enough to take out a shuttle?"

"Than it is well armed enough to blast us off the cliff side." He pulled his arm out of her grip and walked back to the shuttle, Liara following at his heel. The shuttle lifted off barely a dozen meters off the ground as Feron slowly piloted it to the gorge, lowering the brick shaped craft down the deep chasm. Reaching bottom they stepped out and stood in shocked silence for in front of them in the ground was a rectangular hole a few feet deep and almost seven feet long.

"By the Goddess, Feron, the geth did take him...what are we going to do now?"


/BODY OF SHEPARD-COMMANDER HAS BEEN RECOVERED/

/RESUSCITATION EFFORTS HAVE BEGUN, ESTIMATED TIME FOR COMPLETION...720 GALACTIC STANDARD DAYS/

/OPERATION LOGS: AUGMENTATION BEGUN/

/AUGMENTED PARTS APPLIED TO SHEPARD-COMMANDER ARE AS FOLLOWS/

/CERAMIC COMPOSITE ADDED TO REINFORCE BONE STRUCTURE AND TO PREVENT FRACTURES AND DAMAGE TO BONE STRUCTURE/

/NERVOUS SYSTEM AUGMENTED WITH SUPERCONDUCTIVE MATERIALS TO INCREASE REACTION TIME AND GUARD AGAINST NEURAL PATHWAY DISRUPTION /

/OCULAR BULBS AUGMENTED WITH REFRACTIVE COATING TO INCREASE LOW LIGHT VISIBILITY AND MOTION TRACKING/

/HEAVY MUSCLE WEAVE IMPLANTED INTO MUSCULAR SYSTEM TO INCREASE STRENGTH, ENDURANCE AND MUSCLE DENSITY/

/SKIN AUGMENTED WITH HEAVY SKIN WEAVE TO PREVENT AGAINST LOW FORCE SLASHES AND PUNCTURES/

/NANOBOT REPAIR HARDWARE INJECTED INTO CARDIOVASCULAR SYSTEM TO AID IN ORGANIC REGENERATION AND AUGMENTATION REPAIR/

/LOG ENDS/


The Illusive Man blew out a cloud of cigarette smoke, flipping through the reports in front of him. He paused as he heard the sound of heels clicking confidently behind him. "Operative Lawson, what do you have to report?"

Miranda Lawson stopped behind the Illusive Man's chair, "The Broker has accepted our offer and has sold us this information. He charged an exorbitant price, sir. I hope it will be worth it." She said as she handed him a datapad and proceeded to move between him and the ever present holo screens.

"Believe me, Miranda, it will be." His eyes glowed blue from a synthetic augmentation to cure his rapidly degenerating eyesight that he had done years prior, as he took in the information he had paid for. "So, the Geth appear to have acquired Commander Shepard's body. A troubling predicament." He took another drag on the cigarette.

Miranda's usually impassive face twisted momentarily in confusion. "What would the Geth want with the Commander's body?"

"Probably the same as what we wanted it for. To rebuild him. The question now is for what reason the Geth wish to rebuild him." The Illusive Man steepled his fingers, plans would have to change and plans would have to be enacted sooner than he had hoped. "We will continue with our other project, perhaps with it we will be able to bring the Commander, should he be successfully revived by the Geth, over to our side."

Miranda nodded, "Yes, sir. Anything else?" She reached a hand up to brush away an errant strand of hair.

"He'll need a crew. One sympathetic to him and our cause." Another drag, his talented mind racing.

"We should be able to find them easily within our ranks-"

"No, looking at his past encounters with Cerberus I doubt he'd aqueous to an entirely Cerberus crew. Tap Kelly Chambers, and Doctor Chakwas. Flight Lieutenant Jeff Moreo as well. Have Chambers begin to put together dossiers on potentials for the Commander's team. Look into non-humans, mercenaries, thieves, assassins, scientists and the like. He'll need only the best." He ground the cigarette into the ashtray. Yes, this could still work, perhaps even better than he had originally planned.


Commander Tartarus Shepard felt the world seem to spin around him as he lay on some sort of heated slab, his breaths coming in quick and panicked. He pried his eyes open to see a vaulted ceiling of blueish grey metal blurrily spinning about him. A pair of bright lights appeared above him as he heard, despite his ears feeling like they were stuffed with cotton, the electronic clicking of the Geth. One of the platforms turned to look down at him and spoke in accented English, "Shepard-Commander please remain calm. Your platform is not yet fully repaired." His eyes bulged in his head as he tried to move but found himself bound to the table. He attempted to thrash until he felt the cold shock of some medicine injected into him as the world turned once again to black.