Let's get the drama over with. It's optional anyways. Or do you prefer me not to?
Looking forward to the action. After seeing what those bastards did on Horizon, though..makes you think.
I need you sharp and focused if we're going to get this done, Taylor.
That is what I meant, Commander. I don't want any distractions when we hit the relay. Gonna go take care of a little unfinished business. I imagine everyone else is, too -- getting some closure, you know?
The report mentioned that Ashley Williams was there. How did that go?
We've been through a lot. I wish we could have had more time together.
Do you have strong feelings for her?
Hell, no.
We had a job to do, and we did it.
I understand. Operative Lawson would like to see you at her station on the crew desk. Operative Taylor would like to see you over in the armory.
Sigh.
Almost forgot about this 'perfect krogan'
What can you tell me about this guy? Anything unusual?
The subject is an exceptional example of the krogan species, with fully formed primary, secondary, and tertiary organs, where applicable. No defects of any kind, aside from the genetic markers of the genophage present in all krogan. I cannot judge mental functioning.
Why are we carrying this thing around? A living weapon? Valuable sample of Collector technology? The options given were: Activate or Leave him alone. I can't even send it to Cerberus HQ for study. WTF.
The last time we got a krogan in the party he tried to betray us. So I think I'll leave this guy alone for now. I'm not that desperate.
I trust Jacob. So I guess I'm okay with helping him out.
If it affects my crew, it's my business.
Sir, I don't want to distract from our mission,especially if it turns out to be nothing. But.. Well, I got pinged by a ghost the other night. Family.
It's only a waste of time if you jerk me around. What is it?
My father was first officer on a ship that went missing ten years ago. I had not talked to him for three years prior. His ship, the Hugo Gernsback, sent an SOS last week, reporting a crash and a request for rescue. Just like that, out of the black. I'm not convinced it isn't just some automated distress signal ticking over. It's been too long.
You'd like us to go take a look at the wreck? See if it's legit?
If the coordinates aren't too far out of the way, I could at least verify the wreck. Who knows, maybe there is actually someone out there. I want to also mention that I don't make a habit of looking for random SOS signals. This was passed to my personal log through Cerberus filters.
I think we can spare the time. Pass the coordinates to Joker.
The search takes us to the planet Aeia.
Looks like a tropical paradise.
I have run a scan of the ship. I detect no life signs, but there may be useful technology or information still inside.
The logs inside the ship gave few bits of clues to piece out. But most of them are incomplete.
Log 1
Sounds like a concerned crew member. Abuse?
Log 2
Uh. Rape? Something's changed the crew. More docile? Not everyone seem affected.
Log 3
Someone else was in charge after the crash.
Log 4
That sounded bad if the doctor fell to the disease as well.
The VI outside may give more answer.
From the look of it, this beacon's been here for a while. Why would they wait years to signal?
That's not right. My father was first officer.
Ronald Taylor was promoted under emergency command protocols. Other flagged issues: unsafe deceleration. Local food and neural decay. Beacon activation protocols.
Who's in command of this ship? Where are the survivors?
Captain Harris Fairchild reported killed following unscheduled suborbital descent. First Officer Ronald Taylor promoted in field to acting captain.
But where is he now?
The location of the remaining crew is unknown. This beacon has been unattended for several maintenance cycle.
Why wasn't the beacon activated before now?
This emergency beacon became functional after 358 days, 12 hours, following the unscheduled suborbital descent of the Hugo Gernsback. Activation was triggere remotely after 8 years, 237 days, 7 hours, on the authority of the acting captain Ronald Taylor. Pause in the beacon protocol is recorded as: RECORD DELETED.
Look's like he's still alive. Crew got sick from the food poisoning and went retarded. Still, why wait for nearly 9 years to call for help?
Come on, let's get going.
My father had a working beacon but didn't signal for almost nine years. Maybe...the neural decay affected him.
Avoiding it for a decade seems...unlikely.
Going a bit forward, we found a survivor.
Who are you? What was your rank on the Gernsback?
Hmmm. Another survivor?
Nope. Doesn't look like it, time to play hero.
We dispatched them in a shoot out.
That wasn't neural decay. They were feral.
My father wouldn't let this go on. Something is very wrong.
Is this an earlier stage, or did the exile make the others violent?
Why is everyone here female? Can't be a coincidence.
Jacob's freaking out.
It doesn't matter right now. One of these people must know what my father has to do with this!
You heard her. I have "his face". My father forced the crew to eat toxic food. What the hell?
A statue made out of salvaged junk. No apparent functional value.
Ran across a mech patrol. Their shields were not activated. Perhaps 8 years of activation took them away.
Patrols like that are a little much against this bunch.
Well that would make them hate him. But maybe it was just for defense.
Jacob's still trying to keep the faith, but we all know how it's going to turn out. Ahead of us is a doctor, also suffering from neural decay.
Moment of truth, Jacob.
Jacob? What does it say?
It's a crew logbook. Some of them thought the beacon repairs was taking too long. They were afraid they'd run out of supplies and lose their minds to the decay. My father restricted the ship food for himself and the other officers so they wouldn't be affected. Everybody else had to eat the toxic food and hope for treatment later. The rest is a casualty list. A few mutinied over the decision. My father and the officers turned the mechs on them.
Not what I would have done, but they were in a desperate situation.
Yeah, Shep. You would've killed and eaten them, right?
How long do you stay desperate? The numbers go up from there. More incidents, harsh punishments. It's like they're cattle. Or toys. In a year, all the male crew members are flagged as "exiles" or dead. They seperated out the women. Assigned them to officers like pets. And after the beacon is fixed, the officers appeared on the casualties, too! After! My father took control and didn't stop it.
He killed them?
There were five after the crash: medical, engineering, bridge staff. Should've had no problem fixing the beacon and keeping people safe. All killed within the same week - about a month after the beacon was repaired.
It's looking like he only activated the beacon because the men have come back ready to fight.
He let this happen and it's biting him on his ass. Nine years. Why didn't he set it right? I need to find this man.
We went forward and detonated the crates blocking our way. Then we heard a voice.
Goddamnit. It's really him. Just got free? He's covering his ass.
He had plenty of choices. Little late to blame his victims.
We blasted past the mechs with no problem.
He had his fun, and now he wants out. Son of a bitch.
Throwing people away. This..thing..is not my father.
The fight climaxes with three brain-washed guards and a YMIR Mech.
This bastard used to be tough in the open. But not with the almighty Particle Beam. Strip away the shield and armor, and start using Throw Biotic to bring it to its knees!
Down it goes.
Enough with the toys. I need to look my father in eyes and hear him justify this.
Jacob's dad is a terrible actor.
I'll get you something nice when we get back to Alliance space. I've got to have some back-pay coming.
What about your crew, Acting Captain?
Damn, poor Jacob.
Doesn't matter. You're running a very questionable setup here, Captain Taylor.
Of course. It was chaos after the crash, and the crew never accepted me as captain. They rebelled and trapped us here. Once they started eating the toxic food, I couldn't control them, and I couldn't get to the beacon.
Just stop. We know what you did to your crew. Why let this go ten years?
Looks like both Taylors have had it.
Who the hell are you?
Jacob? My Jacob?
Not who you expected, Captain?
I was hoping to not explain this to him. Or anyone, really. You have to understand. This isn't me. The realities of command, they change you. I wasn't ready for that. I made sure you were taught right. Before I left, I had hoped to leave it at that.
I'm not biting, Captain. At some point, you chose to do this to your crew. You.
Yeah, you can start listening to Puddle of Mudd's "Blurry" on the background now.
There was resistance to the plan. Mutiny. We had to take a hard line to keep order. And things settled down. As the decay set in, we made sure the crew were comfortable.
I'm pretty sure we can spare the ammo.
My father owned his mistakes. He was a different man. A good man.
Can you take it all away
Can you take it all away
Well you shoved it in my face
This pain you gave to me
Can you take it all away
Can you take it all away
Well you shoved it my face
This pain you gave to me