It's a... trap! [CLOSED to Normandy crew]

[reigninginstars]

Who: Commander Shepard and her crew[plus Nihlus] and also some NPC's.
What: Shepard gets lured away from the S.S. Thor as a trap set by the Purist's.
When: Not too long before the ship is beginning to take their leave to the next planet.
Where: Beginning on Eructo, followed by Shepard's adventure back to the ship through the galaxy.
Warnings:

Comments

Crew responses here.

[reigninginstars]

[If you got her message, respond here. Don't know how long you'll be able to communicate with her before her omni-tool fails as well.]

[rocketfaced]

[Garrus catches that message and practically jumps his omni-tool.]

Shepard? Shepard, what's wrong?

[Oh boy this is gonna be fun]

[reigninginstars]

Garrus?

[There's another hiss of static and there's a pause of silence before she's heard again.]

I think I was lured into a trap.

[Her tone was low, wary.]

[rocketfaced]

What the hell happened? Where are you?

[reigninginstars]

I got a message about-- shit! [Her omni-tool is beginning to fail and she clenches her teeth, eyes narrowing. She tries to tinker around with it, trying to prolong its life before that fails, too.]

I'm down on Eructo. There was a message sent to me, a distress message and I-- [Her message is cut off by more static.]

[rocketfaced]

Shepard?

Shepard, do you copy?!

Come on, say something!

[reigninginstars]

Garrus?

[Shepard has a waterfall of colorful curses falling from her mouth as she tries to regain control of her omni-tool, but to no avail. She snaps her head up and looks around, her eyes narrow before glancing back down to her omni-tool and tries again.]

[Still nothing, only a lot of static. So much for that.]

[30minutesdead]

[Nihlus sounds far more grumpy than Garrus does, but that's pretty normal.]

What's the issue, Shepard?

[reigninginstars]

[Oh. Well. This was a little embarrassing.]

[Shepard was quiet for a moment, before she reminded herself that this was not the time to be stalling, whether it was her old mentor or not.]

It seems as though I was lured out here as some sort of trap.

[There's a pause, before adding on sharply,]

There are no signs of hostiles yet.

[30minutesdead]

There might not be.

[There's only a slight hint of disapproval to his voice, mostly heard when he next speaks.]

You went into the trap willingly, I presume? Knowing what would be in store.

[Please don't tell him you walked into it blindly.]

[reigninginstars]

I didn't think it was a trap!

[Haha, whoops.]

... It's not like I can't handle it. I'm fully armed.

[At least I won't get any headshots, Nihlus]

[30minutesdead]

You said there were no hostiles.

[A pause. Wait a moment. Let him think on this.]

... There's a possibility someone wanted to lure you away.

[reigninginstars]

[There's a loud hiss of static.]

[Oh no. Don't you fail right now, omni-tool.]

Possibly, but who would want to lure me away?

[There's a long pause.]

[Then she perks up, eyes widening as she has a realization of who possibly was behind this. Oh... no..]

You don't think the Purists were behin-- [Static cuts the rest of her message off.]

[30minutesdead]

[He has no clue who the Purists are but-]

Shepard? Shepard, report. You're breaking up.

[neuterskrogan]

[Mordin, being Mordin, was hard at work DOING SOME SCIENCE in his spare time at the clinic. He'd found the time to convert one of the mostly unused storage rooms into a small laboratory. What a trooper. He was in the process of running a scan when Shepard's message crackled through his omni-tool.]

Read you, Shepard. Status report?

[reigninginstars]

I'm down on Eructo, after receiving a distress call. It seems as though it's a false alarm, or someone set this trap for me.

[There's a short pause and it sounds like she's on the move and there's a bit of static present as she speaks]

All my means of communication are failing, so I'm leaning towards some sort of trap.

Stay on ale-- [A loud hiss of static breaks up the middle part of the message] --type of attack, Mordin.