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Zeto checked her pistol's thermal clip and snapped it in making sure everything was okay. When the two went up to the Mako, she stopped at the door. "There is no where to land the ship safely in the area we are going to. How will we get down on the ground in this?" Garrus chuckled. "Easy, we are gonna be dropped." Zeto just stared at at the Turian, spared a glance to see if Shepard would call on his bullshit, then looked back at Garrus. "So you are saying we are getting into a tight metal space..." "Yep." "Hundreds of miles in the air." "We might hit a thousand if Joker is feeling adventurous." "And we are driving out of the bay door to drop. "Yes." "And survive with all bones unbroken." "That is pretty much the long and short of it." Zeto sighed and rolled her eyes. "Perfect, at least it would be an interesting way to die." Zeto had always a fear of death by falling. Heights never bothered her. It was falling and the ending splat that got her. But she got into the tank and went to the systems area. She was in charge for making sure everything ran smoothly. Though a medical officer, she was still a quarian. Second to none when it came to using technology.

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Zeto scoffed a little. "Those in command can't just limit themselves to their own field. You have to expand your views and understandings. Only then can you make a good call when a choice comes up." Zeto finished her tube and tossed the drained thing in a nearby trash port. "And I'm a full doctor, not a medic. A medic has basic training and specializes in low grade medical procedures. I can perform surgeries and such and I trained myself extensively to do so. So keep that in mind." She definitely had a sassy side, that quarian. She stood herself up and nodded. "Thank you for listening Commander. Now if you'll excuse me... I have a lot of families to write personal letters to. They deserve to know what happened."

Come the time they had found the planet Dr. T'Soni was on, Zeto had done all the letters and grabbed some restless sleep. When she was called, Zeto quickly got up and went to the bottom level to prepare. She went to the weapon supply and grabbed her pistol. Not the most powerful pistol, but one she modified to be accurate. One good shot could fell any target and she knew all the vital spots. For her second weapon... a sniper rifle. When she grabbed it, Garrus came over to speak. "Perhaps you'd like a sub machine gun? It has less recoil for your smaller body." Garrus thought she couldn't handle the gun. She loaded it and positioned the weapon perfectly right before him as if taking aim. She was quick and her hands were good. "I wasn't all medical. My pilgrimage forced me to learn many things very quickly." Garrus, embarrassed by his false assuming just muttered and walked off.

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It was hard to lose someone like that. For a medical officer like Zeto one had to be prepared for the worse case scenario. In that case, the blow was less devastating due to the fact that there was literally nothing she could have done. Jeanette... she was a dead woman walking as soon as she was bitten. The fact that Zeto had did all she could to lengthen her life meant she had done ll she could. Her conscience was clear in that regard. But her crew... it was her decision to go down to the planet. Her call that got everyone killed. And it was way more personal because she was responsible for their lives. They had put their trust in the youngest captain in the fleet and it got them killed in one single mistake. How could she not want... no, need to get vengeance? It was pretty much her only way of making up for her mistake short of the impossible bringing them back to life.

Zeto shook her head. "No, its better humans are the way they are. Part of the way humanity acts is because of their lifespan. Humans... well they are more driven to achieve goals because of their short time. If you had more time, you'd probably procrastinate. Never get anything else done. That tendency to rush can get things done. Perhaps its my profession, but if things were done faster then we would have less dissatisfied people. At the very least, I wouldn't have to horde medicine and be extra careful with equipment while waiting for a an order I put out to be filled. Could save more lives too that way. A human would probably march up and demand the supplies immediately." Perhaps it was the fact she worked on a lot of humans, but there was no racism there in Zeto's speaking. She seemed more open to others.

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No sweat

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Behind her visor, Zeto's lips curled into a smirk. Every race was curious as to what quarians looked like under their suits. After all, the threat of an infection killing them all their lives pretty much got rid of any desire to give a peek. As Shepard explained her view on the human race, Zeto nodded in agreement. "That is what other races say. Yet most don't spend any real time with them. I've had a few human patients on my ship. Though half of them were xenophobic and most the rest were at the very least uncomfortable around other races, I met a few who were at the very least polite and courteous. A curious one like yourself... that is pretty rare. Only one like that was an older woman. I believe she was in her fifties, maybe her sixties. A xenobiologist in fact which man have sparked her interest."

Zeto took a bit of paste before continuing her story. "Her name was... Jeanette. I always had trouble saying her last name, but she said it was French. In any case, we found her passed out with poison in her body. Incurable, yet with medicine we could lengthen the time she had left. I opted to help her. She was depressed int he face of her imminent death, but that disappeared once it sank in fully. We took to talking during my free time. She felt like asking questions, so I obliged her. She wanted to know about me and the quarians as a species. One final mystery solved before death. So I told her all about us. Our culture, beliefs, government, life on the Flotilla, and anything else she asked. She was so curious and never asked a racist or sensitive question. Maybe it was her way of coping. We talked for so long I believe it helped her forget her fate at times. Of course, the pain grew unbearable at one point and I was the one her gave her an injection to give her peace. She was a friend commander and I did feel after her passing."

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Zeto shrugged in answer. "Well its not like we don't come to the surface of planets from time to time its just our home is unavailable to us. The Geth drove us off world and so we as a race spent a lot of time on ships, looking for a new place to live. We have not found a suitable replacement... Its the same reason we have our problem with our body's immunity. When you grow in a sterile environment like a ship, you don't develop like normal." To be honest, that immunity problem was a huge one in Zeto's eyes. With her expertise as a doctor, she had taken a huge interest in fixing it. Immune boosters were temporary and vaccines were deadly and would take far too long for any quarian to use. She had hit a wall. Right now she was working on it in her free time. Trying out random things here and there, but making no progress. She was determined to give it her all though.

She ate a little more before continuing. "The fact that you are a Spectre surprises me. Only council member races become them and its... well its a bit early for humanity to have a seat." Shepard was a bit of an oddity. Most humans she had encountered were xenophobes or at the very least uncomfortable around other races of the universe. Shepard didn't seem uncomfortable to the fact she was different. More curious than anything. Noticing her stare, she spoke up. "Besides obvious physical differences..." She gestured to her fingers and bowed legs. "Quarians look like pale sun deprived humans. Just to get that question out in the open."

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Well you deserve it!

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Dear, people I know who aren't used to english write one line gibberish. You are a great roleplayer and I will fight you if you say otherwise.

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Xeto nodded and went out the room, stopping to talk to Dr. Chakwas. "Dr. Chakwas, do you know where I might find Tali?" The older human woman nodded. "Yes, she usually is in the engine room. You can take the elevator down and turn into it." Zeto nodded politely before doing just that. She came up to Tali and tapped on her shoulder to get her attention. "Oh Zeto. Are you alright? Need any help?" She shook her head. "I will be... fine. I will deal with it myself Tali. I actually came to speak to you about something else. I don't have a portable filter since it was... lost. The filters on my suit only go one way and that isn't enough. Do you have protean paste or a filter I can use?" Tali nodded. "I do have paste. We'll have to split it until we dock at a location where we can buy more." Tali reached into her own suit's pocket and pulled out a full tube. "I'll give you more later, okay?" Zeto nodded and accepted the tube gratefully. "Thank you Tali, you are kind."

Leaving the younger Quarian girl happier from helping her, Zeto took the lift back up to where Shepard would be. She was silent as she sat across from the already started commander and put the tube to her mouth piece. It opened somewhat and pale skinned lips were briefly able to be seen before the tub went in and she started sucking some in. After taking a bit, she pulled the tube away and her mouthpiece slid back. She was silent. It was a bit awquard talking to Shepard. Sure, she could talk to patients if they needed her to. She could explain what she was doing, comfort them, and anything else with a doctor. She had an easy time talking to her crew because they were friends. This was a human stranger she knew nothing about. As messed up as it sounded, it would be easier to talk with Shepard if she had a bullet wound.

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The sound of Shepard's stomach had surprised her. At the mention of food, Zeto thought it prudent to get the most prominent problem out of the way. "I can eat the same foods as your turian friend,but quarian bodies are very weak to bacteria that tends to cling to food. I have to filter the food a couple times so I don't get sick. A way to make this easier is to eat from protein tubes. I've been told its like your toothpaste, but edible. I am Sure Tali has a few in the pockets of her suit or hidden away for her own consumption." The fact that there were several alien races on the ship with no set "clean germ free" rooms such as quarian ships had made life a little more... time consuming for her. More filtering of foods and the act of cleaning things herself would make things a bit more involved. But she could get used to it. She had worked with other species before and it would be only slightly different now. "I hope you don't mind me mushing my food up and filtering it as we speak. Some find it a little... disgusting to watch."