Assuming control

the ride back from the collector base wasn’t easy. The hell I had to experience and go through were traumatizing and would have mentally destroyed anyone in the same circumstance. I laid in my bunk, looking to the right and left, remembering the good comrades that ilost along the way and in that base. The reapers wanted to melt me and the crew down in order to make a new human-reaper hybrid. it was all sick and disturbing. unfortunately, some of friends and comrades were melted down. And I would have too had Shepard and the remaining crew mates come in to save the day. without Shepard and the newly recruited crew mates, I would have been padre and the most importantly, the galaxy would have been doomed. there’s still a chance, and the defeat of the collectors only delayed the reaper plans. looking, I examined the weird little pen like artifact I found while running out to the Normandy from the base. i couldn’t explain it, but it drew my attention then. i felt like I had to notice it and then take it home. I stared at it for hours just thinking of why I took it and what it did. The doors to the barracks opened and that’s when I had an idea.