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Shepard slightly grinned at Zeto´s sassiness. "Of course. Excuse my mistake. Next time I will refer to us as to fully trained doctor and... the first human spectre," she said with acted cockiness in her voice."I understand," she added, her voice a lot less humorous, when Zeto stood up "just don´t forget to rest a little. I want to have you fit for the mission"
Shepard herself was tired as hell. Her eyelids felt heavy and she had hold herself no to fall asleep right on the chair, especially now, when she had to eat alone. A company usually kept her awake and loss of it drained Shepard of all her energy.
Meal still gave her hard time to finish, but even so it didn´t take her even thirty minutes to finish it and get herself to the bunk where had she fallen asleep almost immediately.

In the end, Shepard had slept quite less than she needed, but a lot more than she hoped for. It wasn´t really a sleep, more like a little bit longer black out, but she still felt little bit more relaxed.
She told Joker to wake her up a hour before arrival to Knossos, so she had enough time to properly stretch and wash herself. Then she called her deployment team, Garrus and Zeto, to the bottom of the ship.
There, she prepared her gear: old and reliable N7 armour, powerful shotgun and more compact pistol, just for case.

Shepard was pretty surprised by Zeto´s choice of weapon, but it made sense she supposed. The sniper rifle was a precise tool, much like a medical scalpel. It was just fitting, that such thing belonged to the hands of someone surgically skilled.
Also, the way she burned Garrus made her smile a bit.

"We are going for an Asari archaeologist. She is a daughter of Saren´s right hand, matriarch Benezia. We hope she could answer us, why would such a prominent person of Asari politic go with Saren. I don´t expect much trouble on the way, but Saren was always one step ahead of us so far. Just be careful. Now if there aren´t any questions, we should go."
Shepard was by no means offended, she knew aspects of human nature too well to be. Id played much bigger part in human personality than in personalities of other races. They used to be lords of the creation, back on Earth, and old habits were really hard to kill.
She didn´t quite agreed with Zeto in her opinions. "Rushing can get things done, yes, but there is no guarantee it will they will get done well. With age comes the wisdom and I think humanity is quite lacking it.
Look at Asari, their lifespan is a thousand years long and their culture and peacemaking politics could be an example to us.
I don´t think that humanity needs to rush right now. In past hundred years we had technologically developed more than we could in a thousand. Right now, we should slower a bit and let things settle. We are still same people, but the whole world, whole universe is different. We have to change our ways or we will soon be in dustbin of history. We are trying to conquest the universe like we conquested Earth, but I don´t believe it will work this time. And failure could be fatal..."
Shepard took another few bites of her rapidly diminishing rations before speaking again, now in more lightened voice. "Look at us. Soldier and medic having an intellectual debate worthy of philosopher or psychologist. If one more smart thing comes out of my mouth, I will start to think that military career was a bad call after all..."
Very interested, there is never enough of intrigues.
Skyswimisky you seem to have pretty twisted ideas in your head. I kind of like it. I wanted to make a little bit less virtuous char too.

Also I would want to ask something. Is there a way to counter Glorin vas? If I wanted, for example, to make a char.whose trick of trade is killing magic users, would there be a way to give him an edge over them?
Well... she really succeeded with changing Quarian´s mood, Shepard thought, from one loss to another. And this one looked even more personal. Death of her crew surely was terrible and mind breaking, but the loss of a friend was a quite different thing. She could at least blame someone for deaths on the ship. She could turn her grief into something more useful, like anger. She could turn her sadness into an edge and turn that edge against Saren and Geth.
At least Shepard did so, after Mindoir. She had never really mourned the death of her parents nor friends. It took her months just to truly admit that they are not going to return. Only thing she could think on was how to make the slavers pay, so that no other person had to ever endure things that she did.
Loosing friend in a way described by Zeto had to be a lot worse in certain ways, more torturing. Shepard lost a lot of person she knew, but it was always fast. In one second they lived and in another they didn´t. It was fast, simple.
To watch your friend die, in course of days, or weeks maybe, had to be far more painful.

Shepard didn´t really know what to say. It was hard for her, to talk about these things.
"I am sorry for your loss," she just said. It was cheap, but she didn´t find anything that would fit better.
"Sometimes, I wish that we humans lived as long as Asari do or were as resilient as Krogans are. It would be so liberating to live that long without fear of imminent death."
I am afraid I won´t be able to really post today. I just had one of my reggae/arabic sessions and my head a little bit cloudy at the moment.
Shepard felt a little bit embarrassed that Zeto noticed her curiosity. She didn´t want to make Qurian think that Shepard looked at her as on some kind of freak from funfair. She wanted to apologize for it, but from her experience smearing these things only made them worse.
Zeto´s answer didn´t really satisfied Shepard. She could now picture something in her head instead of blindly guessing, but it just made things worse. Details were like a good food, more you get, more you wanted.

Her curiosity piqued, she just eat in silence for a while, embarrassed. Then she decided to answer Quarian´s unspoken question.
"Well, we don´t have a seat in council yet, even if our ambassadors do everything they can to get us one. Truth to be told, I am specter just on paper. They gave it to me just so I can fight Saren on similar terms and I am sure Council would gladly take specter status off me, if I made wrong step..." her voice was maybe little bit too spiteful when she spoke.
"Still... it was a hell of a job to become specter, and being human only made things worse. Most of the people still look at us through their fingers. Honestly, I don´t mind them. We are a force of nature, we humans. Always opportunistic often driven by ambitions. When we want something, we are usually going to do everything we can to achieve this. That´s where our strength and weakness lay. Back in old times, before the boom and council and citadel... when we thought we are alone in universe, we considered ourselves to be lords of creation. Now, when we found that we are not alone in here, that there are more sentient species than we can count on one hand, it´s just hard to adapt... I am just afraid we are not ready on each other, we and galaxy..."
Shepard was glad that Zeto accepted her offer to eat together. She was at half of her dish already, but she still had a lot of work before finishing it. When Zeto came, she greet her with a nod.
Shepard couldn´t help herself not to be curious about the way Quarians eat. She was always interested in alien cultures and Qurians were always a huge unknown in her books. She also hoped that she might see at least a little bit of what was hidden under Zeto´s mask, but she doubted it. With their stunted, shaky immune system, such an exposure could be almost life threatening. Knowing this, Shepard tried to hold herself, but her eyes were still squinting a little in direction of Quarian.

She wasn´t dissapointed in the end. Before Zeto could put her "straw" in, Shepard could see a bit of her pale lips. It wasn´t that much, but considering how much protective Quarians were, Jane probably saw more than most ever did.
She could only imagine how hard it could be, to live in those exo-suits. Yes, she spent a lot of her time locked in armour with heavy helmet covering her head, but she could still put it off whenever she pleased. She could feel the air caressing her face and ruffle her hair without fear of anything more than petty allergies. If Zeto did the same thing, it could kill her.
She just sat there locked in her thoughts, before she realized how awkward it had to look to anyone watching them. Quarian was evidently too shy, tired or shaken to speak up first and Shepard wasn´t too good at breaking the ice. It wasn´t because of shyness or anything like that, it was more like she just didn´t know how to start.
"Quarians... live on their space ships, is that right? I was always curious about it. I can´t imagine what life without solid ground under feet and sky above head must look like..." she was really bad at it.
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