Ubi venenum, ibi evacua (Kelly) (28/?)
anonymous
January 4 2012, 16:54:51 UTC
At her console, Kelly’s hands typed furiously. While the past few months had gone quickly, Shepard’s own progress had slowed to a crawl. In fact, there wasn’t any progress at all. Sure, she had gotten to know Shepard as a person over time, even grew fond of her. However, before someone’s mental state could be restored, they needed to be deconstructed and bring to light a cause which brought on the psychosis in the first place. It was infuriating to both herself and Nora.
Thankfully, the commander had recovered to the point where Dr. Chakwas considered her physically fit enough to go on missions again. Both she and the medic agreed that Shepard needed to get back into action or else she’d go stir crazy to the point where she’d be literally bouncing off the walls to get back into action.
At the moment, the Normandy was in geosynchronous orbit over Tunchanka and Shepard was assisting Dr. Solus and Grunt with issues that needed to be addressed.
Then, the chatbox her benefactor used popped up on her screen.
Urdnot Wrex knows whom you are and what you are doing. He wishes to speak with you, he may have insight which may help.
As exciting as the prospect was, she had to remind herself that this was Tuchanka. If the Krogan and the local wildlife didn’t kill you, the gale force winds would. The days were searing hot and the nights were freezing cold, regardless of season... well, if Tuchanka still had seasons. While she had basic weapons and combat training, she was in no position to go alone.
*
“Thank you, Samara,” Kelly said as she wrapped herself in the heavy Cerberus issue jacket around her person tighter to fight against the cold.
The justicar nodded in response, seemingly unaffected by the cold, and remained a step behind the yeoman as they walked to the primary hall, where Urdnot Wrex sat in talks with what appeared to be a Krogan from another clan.
“They will fail, Urdnot! The tank-bred and his krantt will never kill the thresher maw!” said the Gatatog Uvenk.
Wrex smirked as he reclined against the back of his throne, “I recall you and those like you saying the same about me. Don’t underestimate them, Uvenk.”
The emissary snorted and stomped off, but not before offering a glare at Kelly and Samara as he passed.
The Urdnot clan leader then stepped off his throne and walked to Kelly and her escort. The krogan gave Kelly a hard glance, sized her up, then turned to his guards, “Leave. I need to speak with this human in private.”
His guards nodded and left.
Wrex inclined his head back to his throne, which Kelly took to mean to follow him.
With a noticeable thump, the krogan sat back down on his throne and questioned, “So, what’s this I hear about Shepard needing help?”
The yeoman swallowed and stepped forward, “Yes, well, I’m a psychologist and I’ve been speaking with Shepard for some time. It turns out that she has some problems in her past that she has yet to resolve. And it’s taken a toll on her mental state.”
The clan leader listened intently, which did not ease Kelly’s anxiety.
“I know all that. However, what exactly is wrong with her? What’s the cause of all this?”
Kelly shrugged her shoulders helplessly, “I don’t know. At first, I thought she was doing fine. She was beginning to stabilize and improve, however, if you want to help someone, usually, it comes from an event or series of events which have such a hold on them that need to come to light, but either they don’t know it themselves or don’t want to reveal it.”
It was then Wrex’s frown grew. He then stood up, strode over to Kelly and stood only inches away from her face. “I will ask you this once, human. I’ve been told that I should inform you of anything that I may know that can help her. However, I don’t trust you. Nor do I trust Cerberus. I’ve seen what they’ve done and what they’re capable of doing. Tell me; are you doing this for Cerberus or for Shepard. Answer honestly, or else your asari friend here won’t be able to help you.”
Thankfully, the commander had recovered to the point where Dr. Chakwas considered her physically fit enough to go on missions again. Both she and the medic agreed that Shepard needed to get back into action or else she’d go stir crazy to the point where she’d be literally bouncing off the walls to get back into action.
At the moment, the Normandy was in geosynchronous orbit over Tunchanka and Shepard was assisting Dr. Solus and Grunt with issues that needed to be addressed.
Then, the chatbox her benefactor used popped up on her screen.
Urdnot Wrex knows whom you are and what you are doing. He wishes to speak with you, he may have insight which may help.
As exciting as the prospect was, she had to remind herself that this was Tuchanka. If the Krogan and the local wildlife didn’t kill you, the gale force winds would. The days were searing hot and the nights were freezing cold, regardless of season... well, if Tuchanka still had seasons. While she had basic weapons and combat training, she was in no position to go alone.
*
“Thank you, Samara,” Kelly said as she wrapped herself in the heavy Cerberus issue jacket around her person tighter to fight against the cold.
The justicar nodded in response, seemingly unaffected by the cold, and remained a step behind the yeoman as they walked to the primary hall, where Urdnot Wrex sat in talks with what appeared to be a Krogan from another clan.
“They will fail, Urdnot! The tank-bred and his krantt will never kill the thresher maw!” said the Gatatog Uvenk.
Wrex smirked as he reclined against the back of his throne, “I recall you and those like you saying the same about me. Don’t underestimate them, Uvenk.”
The emissary snorted and stomped off, but not before offering a glare at Kelly and Samara as he passed.
The Urdnot clan leader then stepped off his throne and walked to Kelly and her escort. The krogan gave Kelly a hard glance, sized her up, then turned to his guards, “Leave. I need to speak with this human in private.”
His guards nodded and left.
Wrex inclined his head back to his throne, which Kelly took to mean to follow him.
With a noticeable thump, the krogan sat back down on his throne and questioned, “So, what’s this I hear about Shepard needing help?”
The yeoman swallowed and stepped forward, “Yes, well, I’m a psychologist and I’ve been speaking with Shepard for some time. It turns out that she has some problems in her past that she has yet to resolve. And it’s taken a toll on her mental state.”
The clan leader listened intently, which did not ease Kelly’s anxiety.
“I know all that. However, what exactly is wrong with her? What’s the cause of all this?”
Kelly shrugged her shoulders helplessly, “I don’t know. At first, I thought she was doing fine. She was beginning to stabilize and improve, however, if you want to help someone, usually, it comes from an event or series of events which have such a hold on them that need to come to light, but either they don’t know it themselves or don’t want to reveal it.”
It was then Wrex’s frown grew. He then stood up, strode over to Kelly and stood only inches away from her face. “I will ask you this once, human. I’ve been told that I should inform you of anything that I may know that can help her. However, I don’t trust you. Nor do I trust Cerberus. I’ve seen what they’ve done and what they’re capable of doing. Tell me; are you doing this for Cerberus or for Shepard. Answer honestly, or else your asari friend here won’t be able to help you.”
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