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[Yes, voice is what you get because Shepard is accustomed to dictation software with his omni-tool.]

This is Commander Shepard, Systems Alliance Navy. Considering the crew of the Normandy and I only had enough time to gently interrogate the locals on the main island before we were kindly asked to leave, the location of a friendly port or merchant ship to restock supplies would be appreciated.

I would also like to personally extend my thanks to the person responsible.

[All the fucking sarcasm in the world.]

Shepard out.

[And shortly after there's a little addendum made private to the Normandy crew.]

Not exactly inclined to trust just anyone out there, but I'm sure you've all seen the reports about an impending attack. If there's a chance one of our people will show up behind enemy lines, we should make some plans.

Swimming lessons at noon.

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[Meh. Two weeks is too far out if there's some sort of attack coming. Looks like they're rationing the turkey for a little while longer.

At least Thanksgiving leftovers seem to last FOREVER.]

Apparently? You don't sound convinced.

Well it won't be as good as the Brig, I'm sure. Either way, I won't know until we get there, and I won't be sticking around long enough to find out. Maybe you can let me know when you stop by?

[Assuming he does--and he won't--but Codi is all about jumping to conclusions.]

Thanks for the information. If we happen to make it by, I'll let you know.

No problem!

[Speaking of good information...]

So you were on the island when it was taken over?

Minding my own business and everything.

[Read: starting a brawl in a bar.]

As we all have been, of course. Any chance you stuck your nose out in the open long enough to see what kind of forces the Navy has over there?

[Kid, this isn't his first rodeo.]

Sure.

[What, you wanted to know specifics?]

[Asking her to be direct? I suppose that's one way of going about things.]

I'll take your word for it. How many are we talking about? Well-organized? All armed? Armed with what?

I'm supposed to give up tactical information about a group whose intentions I don't even know to a person I've never met?

A person who just told you a safe place where you and your crew can go resupply, as directed by Miss Margie herself. I thought it only fair that such important information could be traded in confidence!

Or are you afraid a little lady like myself is going to step on your toes?

My crew and I haven't been here long enough to take sides in anything at all. Somebody lights half the island on fire and another group steps in to enact martial law -- that's pretty much all I've seen. If I didn't have a policy of checking the facts for myself first, I would have shot a lot more people than I have already.

As for that first thing, don't act so offended. I did say thanks.

No offense taken! I get that some of us haven't been making a good impression--otherwise the Navy wouldn't be riding our ass and we wouldn't be having this discussion.

So let me be the first to tell you that we're not all aiming to burn down every island in this stupid place, and those that are not aiming to do so would greatly appreciate any information they could use to improve the lives of the natives and our misinformed foreign ilk. Particularly when one such individual (not pointing any fingers even if I could over these journals, but here's a hint it's me) bothered to be helpful in the first place. Is it too much to ask for you to return the favor?

[Your innocent sweet-talk would probably work on anyone else, but it has no effect on this hardass.]

Like I said, that sort of information could get a lot of people killed.

[And since he's spent the last few months sending millions to their deaths so that billions could live, he's the type that likes to get his facts straight.]

Honestly, I don't trust any of you yet. But hey, I'd be willing to trade information on the weather. Sunshine and blue skies from where I'm standing. Consider us even.

[Codi is nothing if not optimistic!]

Cute, but if I wanted to know the weather I would look outside. Not exactly covert information we're dealing with, here.

I guess I have to be more blunt. If you've been keeping up with the other recent entries in your journal, you may have noticed a trend in the topics people are writing about. Something to do with going back to Empieza, and making sure the new arrivals--such as yourself--can get off the island without being slaughtered by the Navy. Maybe even convince them that we're not as bad as we look, if we're lucky? But we can't just go in there without knowing what we're dealing with, can we, else they'll kill us before we can negotiate with them! You see my problem?

New arrivals aren't guilty of anything considering they're, you know, new. If the Navy decides to round them up just for that, then I'll probably blow them up myself.

On the other hand, I have someone I've never met face-to-face asking me for the effective military strength of a group of people I don't even consider an enemy yet and who might have, in all honesty, saved a lot of lives by halting some sort of attack and bringing order to an otherwise chaotic situation.

Do you see my problem?

And did the Navy not round you and the others still on the island up despite not being involved in its destruction? Who's to say they won't do it again, under the same pretense that we're weird, scary foreign pirates off to burn down their villages?

But you're right, of course--I would offer to meet you in-person, but my crew is planning to save the Nav for more important matters that will be coming up soon, so I don't think they'd be very happy with me using it. As that's not an option, I was hoping my generous disposition would be convincing enough, but I was mistaken! I guess the only thing I can offer you now is the assurance that, with a better idea of what we're getting into, all of us could approach this situation with greater tact and fatalities could be avoided on all sides.

We're going to Empieza whether you give us this information or not. It's up to you to make the process less painful for everyone involved.

Good luck then. The Normandy has bigger problems to worry about.

[GOTTA GET HOME AND SAVE EARTH.]

[But hell, he knows they're going to sail back and sneak onto the island themselves to do their thing.]

Edited 2013-12-08 04:18 (UTC)

More important than the well-being of an entire island of innocent people, and also ignorant Navy occupiers, which you could improve through two more minutes of talking at a book? Well if you insist! I guess we'll just have to do without.

[Worth a try! Not that she's worried they won't succeed in their mission or anything...]

[Considering the fate of the entire universe is at stake, Shepard certainly thinks it's more important. On top of that, he's definitely not going to be persuaded to give out military information over some sort of communication device when he doesn't even know how it works. Who knows who could be on the other end or who could be listening or even if it's some sort of Reaper trap?

Even if he really would like to help, it's just not going to happen. You don't get to be some sort of legendary military leader by doing amateurish things like that. Yes, he's an asshole, but he's a asshole who's got a crew and a whole other universe to worry about first and foremost. Giving away free tips to anonymous book-talkers isn't really something he's into.

Sadly, he doesn't bother responding -- just shrugs and goes back to probably trying to figure out how to actually make their ship more combat-worthy.]

Edited 2013-12-08 04:48 (UTC)

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