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[Ok. Shepard's day wasn't going well. Day? Night? Whatever time it was. Waking up with a thing that looked like the human reaper wasn't the best way to start things. Shooting it in the face seemed like a good idea, though. Or... maybe not. Well, she was dead, so what was the issue? This place was obviously a hell specially cultivated for her. Planet made of metal? Metal humanoid things standing over her bed when she awoke? Yes. It would sound like hell if she believed in it, and if Ashley were here, Shepard might owe her an apology for not believing in that afterlife stuff.]

This is Commander Shepard of the Alliance. Can anyone read me?

[She'd already come in contact with Mordin and was currently trying to make it to his location without being seen by anyone else (stealth wasn't her thing and she sort of wished Kasumi were here right now.) It didn't surprise her that Mordin would be in hell, all things considered. Of course she had wished that all of her teammates would end up in a nicer place if there was one, but still no shocker. And of course his presence confirmed her suspicion that she was dead. Not that there was any question. The Catalyst had told her there was 0% chance of survival. But for the Geth and EDI... It was worth it, wasn't it? She'd never know.]

Location unknown. Hostiles all around. I'm undetected for the moment, but I could sure use a hand or a friendly face right about now.

[She'd keep the feed open in case anyone else responded, but she still had to find Mordin.]

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Oh...

[Yeah, that was a long time ago. Shepard had been dead and revived and beat the reapers and stuff between that. Lots of stuff.]

Rendevous at this location and I'll explain everything. [She Pinged him Mordin's coordinates, knowing that even though Wrex didn't like Salarians, he would play nice. He only killed for money or when something threatened him. Mordin wouldn't threaten him. Hopefully. She started wondering which one she was going to find bleeding to death.]

[Careful, she might start running in slow motion at you in a dreamlike state.]

Good. I'm glad they're friendly. [She still wasn't too sure about that, but now she was calm and giving things a chance.]

I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name.

Sounds like thresher maws. I've taken down a few of those in my time.

Hawaii? Never been there myself. Looks a lot like Virmire. [But with less Geth and more scantily clad women in tribal wear sipping brightly colored drinks with ridiculously small umbrellas.]

What about you, mister...?

[She'll keep the dramatic music on standby.]

Oh! Sorry! My name's Kay. You're...Miss Shepard, right? Or do I have to call you Commander?

[While he distrusts Mordin...his trust in Shepard outweighs any resentment for the Salarians.]

Give me some coordinates and I'll be there.

Tell me more about yourself. What do you do here?

[Can you tell she's used to just asking questions as short and to the point as possible and getting answers?]

What I mean is... You said you don't belong here. How long have you been on this planet, and what have you done to adapt?

[Funny, she was thinking along the same lines right now. Allies, even temporary allies, were beneficial. She'd take what she could get.]

I'm not sure if I'm welcome there anymore, but I'll see what happens. It seems more suited to the robots than to us. Everything so far has been... Oversized. [Definitely built for the robots, not the organics.]

I'd rather not get too comfortable. I'm sure there's a way off this planet.

Just Shepard is fine. This isn't exactly a military setting, as far as I can tell. [And after so long of just being called by her rank or last name, her first name almost sounded alien to her. She didn't really like giving it out anymore.]

How long have you been here, Kay? Where have you been staying?

[Gaining trust is her secret super power.]

Sent. I'm meeting up with Garrus on the way. See you there. And don't start anything.

I wouldn't be so sure. One thing you missed out on in their delightful little spiel is the whole "Patron Forstforged" nonsense.

[Knight taps his upper arm lightly; The armor makes a small plink sound.]

Everyone here's been branded with the mark of one of the higher ups. Firstforged, they're called. Apparently, they think claiming and branding us like cattle is a good way to garner trust and loyalty.

[The sarcasm, can you hear it?]

Since you woke in Prima's temple, your mark should match his. Mine too, supposedly.

Wonderful. It wouldn't be my first time being treated as a special commodity and not a person.

[Really, why did this always happen when she died? First the Illusive Man, now this Prima synthetic?]

It didn't end well for the last guy. We'll figure this out. We're soldiers, if your armor is any indication. We follow orders, but we also fight for ourselves and the less fortunate. We're a force to be reckoned with, not livestock to be herded around and traded like resources.

Hm.. I'd say at least seven months...W-Wow, It's...it's really been that long...

[She takes a moment for that to sink in.]

Oh! I've been staying with one of the robots here. He's really nice! We live on a roof.

[Yes, you heard that correctly.]

There'll be nothing if they don't do anything.

[It is... rather obvious, yes. But on the other hand Elita is reasonably used to something similar, at least in the way of behaviour.]

Exploring, mostly. This doesn't really feel like home, and while I haven't needed to do anything to just survive since it's a version of my own planet, with the lack of a full society, it's hard for anyone to do much of anything.

[She shrugs, tapping a finger to her cheek.]

With the lack of factories or other equipment, everything slows to a crawl, and we really aren't enough present to make what we can do go faster. At least no one has to starve, even if the organic food available is a bit on the rare side.

[But there's fruit enough for everyone; she's seen those plants grow in the garden, it's quite amazing. But one sort of fruit is one sort of fruit, and Elita has understood enough to know that most organic require more variety than just a single foodstuff.]

You seem to be doing well for yourself.

[Shepard still hated to see someone so young in such an unfortunate situation, but it didn't seem to bother Kay that much.]

Is that safe?

I try! And if worse comes to worse, I have a pistol Mr. Garrus gave me.

[Oops sorry Garrus.]

It's very safe. Mr. Kagerou is my Dad.

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...Miss? Excuse me.

[There's definitely a very large mechanobiological addressing you. Except this metal guy is very white and shiny with eyes like sunshine and he appears to be...smiling at you.]

Do you need some help?

He did, did he?

[Garrus gave a gun to a child? Oh boy was he ever in trouble.]

Your father is a robot?

[Forgive Shepard for being confused, but she takes a lot of things literally and her mind isn't wrapping around this very well.]

[The turian's eyes tilt down to look at the coordinates that were now being fed on the orange screen of his own OmniTool.]

Alright, got'em.

[He immediately makes his way towards the location. He saw himself a little bit ahead in relation to Liege's Quadrant - where Mordin was, so he just needed to go a little West to meet up with the Commander.]

[Yes... But at least a smile is better than a glare. Unless a smile is a sign of aggression in their culture.]

Commander will do. [No personal greetings for robots.] And yes, I could use some information. Tell me whatever you can about this place. Population, hazards, food and energy sources, transportation, foundation...

[Sorry, Wing. She's treating you like an informational VI.]

[It didn't take much longer for the Turian to come into sight, and despite herself Shepard waved to him, a bright, relieved smile on her face.]

Took you long enough, Vakarian.

[She noted the armor and the injury now. Well, the last time she saw him the Normandy had been taking him away from the battlefield with a pretty bad injury, even if this looked exactly like the armor he'd had before...]

Yeah! I mean, technically it was Blurr, but Mr. Garrus said he'd teach me how to use it. He says I need to have some kind of defense here.

[Not a terribly bad plan.]

Well...adoptive dad. Robots don't have human kids, silly!

I suppose that's probably true...

[Damn logic. Shepard would rather Garrus assign himself as her guardian and follow her around, but she also knew he wasn't the type.]

Of course, but in this place I imagine the possibilities could be open.

If that's what you prefer, Commander. [Oh that feels weird though. Since well, you aren't his commander. But, manners.] Call me Wing.

I'm happy to help. But that's...a great deal of information. I'll try to segment as best I can.

You are currently on a planet named Cybertron, in the very beginning of its development. It is home to my species, a race of sentient, sapient mechanbiological beings. Or rather, it will be, when our god and creator, Primus, arrives to birth life on to the world.

Right now, all inhabitants aside from the First Forged and their Acolytes--which you were likely greeted by--are not native to this world. We were transported here, like you, via the Lambda from different dimensions of space/time.

This is because Unicron, Primus's antithesis and a force of chaos and corruption, is trying to take control of the planet instead. The Lambda is his work.

[He pauses, because he knows that's a lot to take in. His face takes on an expression of sympathy and regret. None of this is his fault, but he still feels badly for anyone taken from their homes.]

I'm very sorry, but that does mean you've been brought against your will to a place where two very powerful beings are fighting a war over territory. And until we can reverse the effects of the Lambda, no ships can safely leave and dimensional transport is ineffective.

[Hey he's happy to comply, as long as you aren't rude or roboracist about it.]

[Okay okay, admittedly, he's a little out of breath from the whole escapade. But despite the long run to meet up with Shepard, there's a toothy turian grin to greet her.]

Heh. Good to see you too, Shepard.

[The OmniTool flicks off as he puts his hands on his hips.]

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