I ◦ THOUGHT ◦ I ◦ WAS ◦ A L I V E

"N-nice to meet you." She stammered nervously, curtly extending a hand to the form, "I… I’m Sheba. A friend of Ivan’s. I travelled with him. I want to meet the other people he considers family." She said this all very quickly, swallowing again as she finished.

  ☸ "I see," Piers nodded, taking in as much information as he can. He had thought that she was a malfunctioning offshoot of this ‘Alliance’ at first, and boy was he glad that he was wrong. There was always the possibility of her lying, but he felt that she had no reason to. “Ah, they had thought you dead?” he repeated, scratching his own cheek gingerly. “I do suppose it is better that you do not reveal yourself out in the open…” A pause. “But what if they find out? Accidentally, I mean—they’d have no purpose in patrolling the areas for you, considering your status over there.”

  ”Ah, please, don’t bother yourselves with it. I merely asked out of impulse, and I do apologize for that.” The Lemurian’s eyes lit up; he had never heard of anything like this before! Listening closely, he immediately imagined heavenly bodies moving in an almost circular trajectory, with a star as its fixed point. Piers blinked. A star? he thought, It must be a very powerful star…for it to control these ‘planets’s movements…

  A smile quirked his lips. “Thank you,” he said, “And yes. I do think my current situation would only bring about faulty data over to you.” He placed a hand on his nape and rubbed it. “We wouldn’t want that now, would we?”

  ”A-ah,” he blubbered, feeling a little ashamed and angry that Dill had told him of his world’s technologically challenged state, but the anger subsided completely as soon as she offered him her help. “That would be wonderful!” he grinned, nodding at her. “And really, thank you for being so patient with me,” he chuckled, scratching the back of his head. “I’d repay it if I can, but I don’t really know how.”

"You are welcome, Piers. We are more than willing to assist you in whatever manner we can if it means acquiring more data. Do not worry about repayment though, as long as you are cooperative and do not intend to impede us, we understand that you are unaware of how you arrived in this universe or how you can leave, so we do not wish for you to be negatively effected in any way from forces you cannot fathom or fight against."

The Reaper mind wordlessly walked to the nearest vendor and purchased an Omnitool map, quickly scanning the holographic terrain now projecting from Dylan's wrist to discover their location. It determined that they were quite simply in a small seaside tourist town, with the ocean only a short walk away.

"What's going on now is that I'm taking you back to my ship so I can get a better grip on what exactly your situation is." The Commander firmly grasped Colombe's wrist and began to walk at a fairly brisk pace back to the Normandy.

"Now that we're not just standing in the middle of the busy Citadel, I'll give you a walk-and-talk crash course on who exactly I am, so that way you don't think I'm just some sleazebag slaver. I'm Commander Dylan Marie Shepard, Council Spectre, and if that's too much of a mouthful, Commander Shepard or anything else respectful will do just fine. I'm in the Alliance, if you couldn't gather that I was in some organization or another from the whole Commander thing, and I'm also the captain of my ship, which is the SSV Normandy. I know the glowing eyes and facial scars are a bit scary, but I doubt that's your biggest problem right now, and if it is, you need better priorities."

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