outsiderslogs | intro log

who. everyone!
what. entering omega.
where. landing pads
when. today
warnings. none for now

You’re not sure how it happened.

A minute ago, you had somewhere to go, someplace to be. Maybe something important to do, or maybe you were just going out to buy groceries. Whatever it was, it doesn’t matter anymore.

You’re in some kind of transport -- a shuttle, given the turbulence and the sounds outside. You’re surrounded by strangers, some of whom might not even be the same species you are. There’s no point in asking. They don’t know how they got here either. The cockpit’s blocked off, like someone forgot to put in a door, and not even a glance at your omni-tool -- a holographic interface accessible by merely tapping the sensor on your left arm -- is any help.

You’ve only got a minute or so before the shuttle starts descending. There aren’t any windows -- this doesn’t look like a shuttle meant for long trips. When it finally touches down, the doors open automatically.

Before you are landing pads, abandoned equipment scattered about. There are other shuttles landing, and whether you like it or not, you’re going to have to get off before yours dumps you out the door. Turn around, and you’re met with a hazy skyline, only half the buildings seem to be coming from above.

Welcome to Omega.

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[ What is this, a cruel joke? First Thane and now Mordin. He's seriously starting to doubt his state of mind -- maybe Joker and Anderson were right about how much pressure he's been under lately. Having nightmares is one thing, but actually hallucinating right here on Omega?

Or this is a nightmare too.

How does he react to this? ]

What the hell have I been drinking...?

[Nope, no joke. Here he is. He's definitely living and breathing.

Mordin tilts his head; this is a strange reaction. Why would Shepard associate him with drinking?]

Assume question to be rhetorical. Otherwise will need sample of stomach contents. Lab for analysis. Four to six hours to compare results of findings with beverages of last known locations.

[Rhetorical, yes. And Shepard's never been happier to hear Mordin's trademarked babble talk. He can't help but smile a little even as he brushes a hand over the top of his head and rubs the back of his neck in exasperation.

Today is a... strange day. First Thane, now Mordin.]

Let's save the stomach pumping for later. Are you okay?

[Feels like a question that has to be asked considering the circumstances.]

Will make room in schedule.

[Also that is a joke. If Shepard was a salarian he would know because of face movements but they're too subtle for humans. Sorry. He has to have a bit of fun, right?]

Admit small amount of irritation at situation. Recalled to Sur'kesh. Found self on Omega instead.

[It's only been a week Shepard. What kind of trouble can he get into in a week? Don't answer that.]

No stranger to station. Must know mercenary culture and customs to survive successfully. Suspect Blue Suns will cause problems upon learning of return. Physically capable of handling self. Concerned for civilians. Do not appear armed.

[Uh, er... yeah. Shepard doesn't notice that that's a joke. He'll just... try and change the subject. Luckily, Mordin does it for him in his own special way.

And Shepard furrows his brow in confusion again. It's like Liara had said -- alternate universes or something. At least Mordin recognizes Shepard which is more than could be said of Liara. That doesn't change the fact that Mordin is clearly from a different universe or at least from the past of the same universe.

Alternate universe theories have been floating around in the science branch of the Systems Alliance for years, and Shepard is vaguely familiar with the concept and the fact that it's possible. His current situation pretty much confirms it, but that doesn't mean he isn't confused as hell right about now.

For now, he'll ignore the discrepancies and focus on the second half of Mordin's remarks.]

Don't get comfortable. I'm planning on leaving as soon as we find a ship. We need to get to Earth.

[He's noticed the variance in time but he's still not sure what to make of it. Mordin has been a little busy trying to figure out why messages won't go out.]

Apologies, required to decline request. Have been recalled to Sur'kesh. STG project. Classified for the moment. Only have meager amount of information. At termination of project will certainly join again.

[Yeah, and Shepard knows what Mordin's talking about. He just hasn't figured out how to approach the topic yet.]

You spoke with Liara yet?

[He already knows. Joker had oh, so, helpfully gone ahead and blurted it out.]

Have spoken with Liara. Joker. Garrus. Discussed possibility of reaper trap. Mentioned time discrepancy.

Reaper trap is too likely to dismiss.

[Which is what he's going on for now because it would be the worst-case scenario, and you always have to prepare for the worst.]

About that time discrepancy... I could probably shed some light on it for you.

In agreement. Restriction to communication further evidentiary support.

[It makes sense. Mordin agrees that the data he has supports the theory. As more information is gathered, adjustments can be made.]

Welcome all details, Shepard.

[He trusts you, man.]

[Welp, how do we do this?]

I'm guessing the STG has their own theories on alternate universes? Looks like we've all just confirmed one of those theories at least.

You being recalled to Sur'kesh happened some time ago for me.

Possibly, would be classified information.

[Sorry Shepard, he likes you, but he can't be passing around all of the salarian secrets. Not without permission or confirmation that's actually what's going on here.]

Perhaps, shall look into it. Most likely theory at moment.

[His forehead raises.]

Curious. Have only just received message. Was unexpected development. Could not have known otherwise.

[A nod and he wants to make it completely clear he knows about Sur'kesh so there's no doubt at all.]

Working with the genophage again, right?

[Doesn't have to get more specific than that he's sure.]

[His forehead raises again, wrinkling slightly with his surprise and after another quick glance around he nods.]

Correct. Further discussion of topic must be reserved for later. Sensitive information. [Inhale.] Anyone could be listening.

[And there are krogan here. He'd really rather they not find out he's responsible--at least in part--for that mess.]

[Shepard nods. Yeah, he doesn't want his squishy little salarian bro to get krogan curb-stomped, especially since he's healthy and alive right now which is a lot to say compared to before.]

Right. I'm not liking the spectators either. We'll talk later about it.

[He might be squishy but that's one of the reasons he can catch people off-guard. The Blue Suns know better than to mess with him but he doesn't doubt they'll try anyway and he doesn't fancy himself against any number of krogan.]

Will pass along living arrangements as soon as location secured.

[Another nod as he taps on the side of his head.]

I'll keep a channel open. There's probably more of us here than we realize. If we're stuck for any amount of time, we're going to have to keep in contact. Spread the word if you see any of the others.

[Mordin nods in agreement.]

Will be certain to pass along information when necessary. If other members of crew arrive will direct to you.

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