Prompt: Coin-Operated Boy

All of the organics aboard the ship Normandy were secure. The electronic systems of the vessel were running at nearly optimal levels; well within the margin-of-error that must be allowed for on non-geth ships.

Legion reached the consensus that it was safe to hibernate for the next artificial day-cycle, and shut themselves off.

Joker's eye was caught by a flash of dull metal as he moved through the darkened mess. Legion was standing, still as a statue, by the med-bay wall. The pilot took off his cap and waved it in front of the thing's head.

"Commander?" He waited for Shepard's affirmative over his radio, then explained, "Legion stopped. I think you need to bring down more quarters."