STOP. What are you doing here? Don't you know how infamous this story is? Out of all the reviews the last part of it got, I'm pretty sure at least 1/3rd of them were strongly negative. What's that? You don't care? Well then, go ahead.
This is the continued story of Subject 23. If you haven't read the first part, GO DO IT NOW. I can assure you, things will make NO sense at all. Also, don't get mad at my writing in that one. I've gone back and fixed it as best I could, (that's a lie. I'm just too busy to make it EVEN better) but the first few chapters (9) are not as good as the rest.
Anyways. Cryonics. This series has a history of dark settings, horrific deaths, and most importantly, the chapter 12 or last story which still makes me blanch. Things are going to be bad, but at least they'll be better at the same time. Don't understand what I'm talking about? Well, then read the story. Hope you enjoy.
Assistance
The silver shadow of the Normandy drifted amongst the blue and white nebulas as Joker gracefully caused the ship to float with seemingly no issue. The pilot breathed in, closing his eyes. The silence of the ship gave him respite, while the gentle hum of the metal beneath his fingers calmed his worries of a mechanical failure. This was why he was a pilot. The desire to make a beautiful ship dance, allowing it to gracefully move forward. A beacon of will and testament.
Until it spoke to him.
"Jeff, it is not standard procedure to fly the ship while your eyes are closed. Open them please."
Inwardly, Joker groaned. He had thought that with Shepard unshackling EDI, these little disputes between them would end.
-Apparently not-
Without opening his eyes, he spoke back to the blue hologram.
"We are currently at vector 5-7-9 angled at a 382% dip with thrusters at 40% cruising speed with the navigational flaps down. Not to mention that our fabulous engineers have increased thrust output by 30% in the last hour thanks to the technology we picked up on Adrun. Currently, we're sitting on enough energy to fly to five different star systems."
He was met with silence at his expression of data. Smiling, he turned, opening his eyes.
"You were made because other pilots can't do what I just did. On this ship, you're a backup. A pretty annoying one at that."
EDI remained quiet, then spoke. A tone of annoyance slipped into her voice.
"Very well, Jeff. I'll remember to explain that to Shepard while we hit the asteroid approximately 900 kilometers in front of us."
Joker turned, eyes wide. Slamming his hands over the controls, he almost broke his fingers as the Normandy brushed past the large rock. He decided to remain quiet for the rest of his shift, hoping to prevent further embarrassment.
Thankfully, a distraction made itself present.
"Joker."
The pilot turned his chair around.
"23?"
The pilot stopped, met with something unexpected. 23 wasn't wearing his mask. Coughing subconsciously, Joker's eyes bulged slightly. Cole raised an eyebrow at the stunned man.
"Something caught you off guard?"
Taking a second to answer, Joker switched back to his previous, snarky tone.
"I was expecting 23. Not some pretty-boy. Or maybe Shepard's brother? There is a lot of similarity there."
Cole's eyes drifted down to the side, and a frown line appeared on his forehead.
"Huh. Hadn't thought about that."
"So. Why the change in appearance?"
23's eyes rose to meet Joker's, and a playful smile took over.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Jeff. I've always looked like this."
"Hilarious. You know what I mean, Frosty. Where's your mask?"
23 leaned back, bringing his arms across his torso.
"My quarters. The outfit was getting hot. Now, how's the ship running?"
It was apparent that 23 didn't want to talk about it. Joker didn't understand. What was with recruits and personal secrets? It didn't make sense to him. Hoping to move on, Jeff answered him.
"Why don't you go ask your lady friend down in engineering? I'm sure she'd love a visit."
A puzzled expression passed over 23's face.
"What are you insinuating, exactly?"
Joker smirked.
"C'mon. You have to have noticed. I mean unless that mask of yours has been making it hard to see, reading Tali should be pretty obvious."
Silence.
"She's insane about you!"
23's eyebrows furrowed.
"She's interested, obviously, but I wouldn't say—"
"I would. I get it though. She's in a bucket, and you're a…. popsicle. Chances of it working are slim."
Cole's mouth tightened, and his eyes narrowed. Stepping forward, he placed his hands on the leather armrests of Jokers chair, causing the pilot to lean as far back as possible. Had he made a fatal mistake? Jeff wondered if this was his undoing. 23's voice came through clearly, and the subtle anger was a smack in the face.
"She wears a MASK. So do I. You ever refer to it as anything else, I'll shove a rifle up your ass and unload like you were a thresher maw."
He let go of the chair, turning to walk away. Joker swallowed loudly.
"And besides. If you knew what they looked like under their helmets, you'd do everything you could to make it work."
With that, 23 briskly stepped away, leaving Jeff to contemplate his words.
The door opened with a quiet hiss, allowing 23 entrance into the science lab. Mordin was standing along the wall, stacking crates. He appeared to be deep in personal thought.
"Brutes. All of them. No respect for fragile medical equipment."
He checked the side of a box, reading the list of what it contained.
"Ah. Not medical equipment. Old bio-weapon design. Should be more careful with this."
"Uh, Mordin?"
The Salarian turned, eyes wide at the site of 23.
"Ah! Glad you're here. Reviewed message. You wanted to check in?"
23 nodded. They slowly made their way over to the worktable, where Mordin rapidly pushed bacteria cultures and test results, hoping to clear it.
"So. Don't completely comprehend what you desire. As you know, Quarian physiology is difficult to-"
"I know. Mordin, I'm not here asking for a cure."
The scientist breathed in, meeting 23's eyes with his own.
"Good. Such ideas, while good for morale, can be dangerous. Quarian race has always had immunosuppressant physiology. Hope that we could cure them of needing suit is improbable, bordering on the impossible. You know this, though, do you not?"
23 nodded. In the back of his mind, it occurred to him that unless Tali's planet was retaken, she would never be able to live permanently outside the suit. He did hope that his suggestion would be possible to accomplish though.
"Again, I'm not here for a cure. But I do know that Quarians can leave their suit for extended periods of time with help from stronger antibiotics and experimental drugs, correct?"
Mordin started talking as soon as 23 ended. The Salarian was always moving. At first it had made Cole wary of the doctor, but with time, he had learned to accept it.
"Correct. However, drugs lose effect with multiple uses. Why? What are you suggesting?"
23 leaned in close, motioning Mordin to do the same. The scientist moved closer, and they huddled over the desk.
"On Adrun, Tali was hurt. However, after Chakwas patched her up, she wasn't sick. The doctor thinks it had something to do with her close proximity to me. To the cold. I don't know if it's possible, but maybe I can use this…my ice to…"
He paused. What did he say here? Why did he want to help? She didn't NEED to leave her suit. In fact, the only reason he could think she would need to would be-
Oh.
Why hadn't that occurred to him earlier? Panicked, Cole looked up, hoping the doctor didn't come to the same conclusion. Unfortunately, it was all too obvious on Mordin's features.
"Ah. Desire to mate with crewmate Tali'Zorah? Unexpected, but not a problem. Glad to see two young people happy. Good that you're taking the effort to keep her safe. That is the reason, correct?"
23 stood there, eyes wide. The old Salarian stared at him, patiently waiting for an answer. For the first time since he had taken it off, he missed his mask. He couldn't answer Mordin. Was it true? Is that what he wanted? He liked her, sure, but…
-Oh, you just like her? What was that scene in your room earlier? She didn't need to know your name-
Another voice combated his current one.
-She deserved to know. Besides. It wouldn't work. You don't deserve her-
at that conclusion, Cole agreed. Despite ridding himself Miranda, he still had many issues to deal with. It wouldn't be fair to put that on her. Looking back up at Mordin, who stood, eyes wide, he answered.
"No, sorry. I owe her a big favor, and this way, if she ever wants to …do that…then she'll be safer."
Something did bother him though. At the thought of another person in Tali's life, a significant other; he felt a spasm of anger in his chest. Like a needle popping a balloon. Mordin accepted his answer without question.
"Ah. Correction. Shame though. Tali'Zorah seemed interested in you as more than just acquaintances."
23 fought the urge to sigh.
-Isn't this supposed to be a military ship?-
The doctor continued.
"Interesting conclusion however. Possible gene therapy might have created sterile…."
Mordin petered out, obviously deep in thought. Without warning, he looked up, eyes wide with excitement.
"23! Need to perform some tests. If calculations correct, huge breakthrough on verge!"
Cole glared at the doctor. It wasn't a secret that he wasn't a fan of medical experiments. Thankfully, Mordin realized this.
"All I ask is that you hold out your arm. No pain necessary. Just performing scans."
Shrugging slowly, 23 raised his arm, placing it over the device. After a few seconds of silence, Mordin's eyes drifted to the computer, where the results were starting to appear. From what Cole could tell, the scientist was in shock. Looking up, he motioned for 23 to look with him. What the assassin saw was confusing, to say the least. The data consisted of various numbers and a small graph in the corner.
"Uh, Mordin? I'm a killer, not a scientist. What does this mean?"
The doctor's voice, which had lost some of the volume due to excitement, was hard to hear.
"Just as I thought. Genetic structure is changed, which is molecularly fused with water vapor. Not the important part, I apologize. As you know, bacteria cannot survive at cold temperatures. Normally suggests that only your cold armor would be sterile. Not so. Human body designed to rid itself of harmful bacteria. Because you control the water in the air, that effect is spread out much further than a normal human."
23 grasped at what the doctor was trying to explain.
"So you're saying that my body is using the water around itself to repel bacteria?"
Mordin frowned.
"Part of it. Not making connections, 23. Your body has a mutualistic condition with water molecules. You control it, and, in this case, it carries some of your cellular makeup with it."
"Wait…That means I'm just made of water? That doesn't—"
"No. Your body creates cells that attach themselves to the water AROUND you. This condition makes area your body sterile. However, this only works for the close vicinity. Human skin cells die off fairly quickly. They must continue to shed themselves."
It dawned on 23.
-Starting to make some sense now-
"Does that mean…Can we use this?"
Mordin turned away from him, lost in his thought process once more. After a few seconds, he looked back at 23.
"Yes."
23 stood straighter, a look of determination on his face.
"Let's get to work then."
The elevator was taking far too long. Tali wondered if her time would be best served in speeding up the process. She knew that distracting herself was the best course of action. It allowed her to cope with the growing panic that threatened to explode if she focused on it too much.
-Treason. Why? What have I ever done to threaten the fleet? Oh Keelah, I can't even…-
How could this be? She had always worked for the good of the fleet. The mere idea that she could have damaged her people sent chills down her spine.
-I'll tell Shepard. She might be able to….No. I can't. She has to prepare for the mission. Not fly off into the galaxy to help her friend. I need to take care of this myself-
Then again, could she? The mere thought of facing the Admiralty board, least of all her father, almost knocked the breath out of her. What if they were right? What if, because of some careless reason, she had endangered the fleet? Tears came to her eyes. If she was convicted, she could never go back. She could never see her friends again, or spend time with her family, what little remained.
-Father. What is he thinking right now? I can't even imagine…-
She felt trapped. There was no one who she could…
The elevator reached the second floor, opening with a hiss. 23 stood there, eyes bored. It was obvious that the speed of the elevator was starting to get on his nerve, just as it had like everyone else. At the sight of Tali, his eyes perked up slightly, and a pleasant smile crossed his lips. He stepped into the elevator, turning his head to make conversation.
"Tali. How are you?"
Inwardly, Cole sighed. He didn't know why he always sounded so formal.
He waited for an answer, but none came. She was looking at 23, her body leaned towards him. He felt a warm feeling cross his face. Was something wrong? Tali seemed to be making her mind up on something.
"23…"
He answered.
"What's wrong?"
Tali turned away, either from embarrassment or sadness, he didn't know. Her tone suggested the latter, and he felt the air in the elevator turn dull.
"I…I need your help."
He took a step forward, placing a hand on her turned shoulder.
"What is it? I'll help."
Her body jolted at his touch, and she felt a burst of joy at the sensation. It was almost a reminder that he was real. That she had someone there to assist her.
"I've just gotten a message from the Admiralty board. 23…"
She turned to look at him, her silver eyes carrying sadness, while his held slight compassion.
"I'm…being charged with treason. I don't know why, or how, but…They…I have to return soon."
"Have you told Shepard yet?"
Tali lowered her head, thinking over his words.
"No…But I can't. The mission's too important. I can't ask her to drop everything and fly me to the Flotilla."
23 raised an eyebrow. Before she could react, he had jammed his thumb onto the deck 1 button. She stared at the lit icon for a moment, her mind registering what had happened. Realizing where they were headed, she turned, eyes glaring at 23, hoping for an explanation.
The side of his mouth jerked upwards, creating a smooth half-smile.
"If you don't tell her, I will. I'm not letting you go off and stand there while they pin bogus charges on you."
Tali's tone turned, sounding annoyed.
"I can handle myself just fine, 23."
Cole's smile went full, and he turned to face the door.
"Against enemies, sure. Geth, Cerberus, Reapers…But against your family…I wouldn't be a good friend if I didn't at least try to help you."
Tali stared at him a while longer. When she heard his final sentence, her heart dropped again. She kept forgetting that it WOULD be against her family. The people that raised her were the ones posting the charges. As much as she didn't want to admit it, 23 was right. She couldn't just go back to face them. It would be impossible for her to succeed alone. Instantly, Tali felt weak. How could she compare to 23, who had taken on his living nightmare, and come out strong, while she couldn't even handle charges from her family?
"You must think I'm pathetic."
Tali's voice echoed quietly in the elevator. 23 turned, his face displaying his confusion.
"Pathetic? What makes you say that?"
She breathed in, lowering her head defeatedly.
"I can't even handle a meeting with the people who raised me alone. Tell me that isn't pathetic."
23 turned to face her again, this time bringing his left hand up, placing it reassuringly on her shoulder.
"Tali, I've seen you fight. You aren't pathetic at all. What you did on Horizon alone merits you credit. It's hard to go against the people we love, especially in a situation like this. I don't know what they're talking about, but I promise that I'll do what I can to help."
She brought her head up, while at the same time, placing her hand on his arm, holding it in place.
"I…Thank you, 23. I don't know what's going to happen, but…Thank you."
He smiled again, causing her breath to catch in her throat.
"Hey. You did the same for me."
Tali felt something draw her towards him. Slowly, she took a step forward, placing her left hand on his armored chest. Her body felt warm in his presence, and it was hard to pull away from it. 23 noticed the movement. It was evident from the surprise on his face.
"I did it because, well….You know I care."
Under the mask, she bit her lip subconsciously.
"Right?"
Cole couldn't say anything. For some reason, he couldn't operate his brain. All he knew was that it had something to do with the close proximity to her. To answer her question, he simply nodded. Tali pushed further again, ignoring the voice yelling in her head to stop. It had been itching inside her skull for so long, she needed to test her boundaries with him.
"And….you care…the same amount….right?"
His mouth opened as he tried to speak, but he found it impossible. He was caught by something, and he wondered if it was her eyes. They were less than two feet apart, yet it felt like she was inches away from his lips. Cole knew what she was asking. His problem was difficult however. Did he tell her how he felt, or simply keep her a friend?
-Safer. Better. Easier? THINK-
The air in the elevator was tense, almost to the point it could snap. Thankfully, 23 was spared a break.
DING!
They both turned as the door opened, eyes reading the words Deck 1. They had arrived at their destination.
23 coughed briefly, then turned back to Tali, whose eyes turned back to his, patiently waiting for the answer to her question. Giving a nervous smile, Cole answered.
"I…uh. Yeah. Of course I care Tali. You're a friend. I always take care of my friends."
Cole turned, stepping out of the elevator quickly. He could feel her gaze piercing his back, and he inwardly groaned.
-What the hell was that? Apparently you learned NOTHING in Italy about being smooth-
Tali meanwhile, hadn't even noticed. She was too busy mulling over his words.
Specifically, one.
-Friends? Keelah…He doesn't…I'm not…I'm just a friend to him?-
She blushed profusely upon this realization, lowering her head again.
-Damn it! I've ruined any possibility of…and that….what was I thinking? How could I just go and make a move like that? I thought he LIKED being forward…-
Cole turned to face her, fighting to keep his face from turning red while he spoke.
"Ready? The sooner we tell Shepard, the sooner we solve this problem."
"…Right…"
The door opened, revealing Shepard sitting at her desk, focused intently on her screen.
"Shepard?"
Alicia jumped. Turning, she glanced at both Tali and 23. Standing up, she turned her station off, walking over to meet them.
"23…Did anyone ever tell you not to sneak up on the captain is busy?"
His eyebrow rose.
"Busy with what?"
Alicia shook her head convincingly.
"Mission reports. Nothing important. Anyways, what can I do for the two of you?"
23 pointed towards Tali nonchalantly.
Tali took a step forward, her fingers playing with each other silently. Her voice started out shaky, but held strong with conviction.
"Shepard, I…I don't mean to delay from the mission, but I need your help."
Alicia frowned, motioning for them to come in. The door shut behind them with a quiet hiss.
The elevator was slow. This wasn't new to Garrus, but it stuck in his mind heavily. Why was it slow? Why did it have to be? Every elevator he'd ever been on was like this. He didn't need this right now. Right now, Garrus needed to get to Shepard. He needed her help.
He brought his arm up, checking his omni-tool. The message was still open, and he scanned the words again, for the thousandth time.
The Citadel: Fade: Lower Docks
It was a short message from his contacts, and there were a small set of minute details along with the information, yet he didn't care. With that information alone, Garrus could find Sidonis. All he needed was transportation, and some assistance. He figured it wouldn't be too hard convincing Shepard. He knew she was trustworthy. Finally, the lift reached the captains deck, and the was at the door before it opened.
Something was wrong though. Instead of silence, Garrus picked up on voices inside the cabin. When the door opened, he could clearly hear 23 and Tali's voice alongside Alicia's.
They were walking up the steps, Tali walking in front of 23, who was the first to notice Garrus. He smiled pleasantly, about to say hello. The Turian cut him off mid-word.
"Shepard. Are you busy?"
He almost blurted it out. Garrus didn't care. The sooner he told her, the sooner they could get to the Citadel. Alicia looked at him curiously, a slight blush building. Could he be here for that specific reason?
"Yes, Garrus?"
"I've found Sidonis."
The cabin went silent, as Tali and 23 stood on the side, not sure if they should leave. Upon realization that Garrus was blocking the entrance though, they decided to remain quiet. Alicia sighed inwardly, yet nodded.
"That's good. Where is he?"
"The Citadel. We have to go."
Alicia started to speak, but stopped briefly.
"Well, we'll head there as soon as we get back from the Migrant Fleet."
Garrus froze. Before, he had been running at maximum speed, talking very fast. Now, he had to process her words. When he did, he resumed his previous velocity.
"Wait? No! We can't wait, Shepard. By the time we get there, he'll be gone."
Tali jumped in at this point.
"I'm sorry Garrus, but I need to get to the Flotilla. There's an urgent—"
"I can't fly across the galaxy and leave my target, just because you're homesick!"
Immediately, Tali's eyes narrowed, and her stance became more aggressive.
"Excuse me? I am not some teary-eyed child, looking to see my family! There's something that's happened at the fleet, and I need to go back to find out what!"
"Contrary to popular belief Tali, I think your people can handle it on your own. There's over a million engineers in the Flotilla, but only one Sidonis. You have no idea what I've given up to find him!"
"Why you…You…."
At this point, Both Tali and Garrus turned to Shepard, who took a step back defensively. Garrus was the one to point out the dilemma.
"Who are you going to help, Shepard? Me or Tali?"
Alicia felt trapped. What could she do? She had already promised Tali, but she couldn't just leave Garrus on his own.
"I…Don't know. I'll think of something, just give me some time."
"What time? Shepard, there is no more time. I've got to move now to catch him."
"Don't talk down to me Vakarian, I am your commanding officer, and don't think I won't use my authority to shut you down."
"Please Shepard. I thought we were past that. What happened to friends helping friends?"
"STOP."
Everyone turned, their eyes finding 23. He was confident in his step, walking past Tali and standing next to Shepard.
"Look. I have an idea, and it might help everyone out."
Alicia turned to him, her eyes attempting to pierce his.
"What do you have in mind?"
23 took a step back, leaning on her desk.
"We're close to the Mass Relay for the Valhalla system, right? Why don't we just fly through, and we can deploy the Kodiak to the Flotilla. It's another system away, but it's got an FTL drive, so it'll take…what, 19 hours?"
Alicia listened intently, then started to think. It was possible.
"I'm not sending Tali alone."
23's eyes met Shepard's.
"I'll go."
Alicia gave a small smirk. Raising an eyebrow, she met his proposal with another.
"I'm not sending the two of you on an unknown mission. I'll get Zaeed and Kasumi to help you out. If that's alright with you, Tali."
The Quarian in question was busy staring at 23. He might have just allowed her to keep the trial date. Turning to Shepard, she gave a quick nod.
Alicia turned to Garrus.
"What about you, Vakarian. Does that fit your wishes?"
Garrus dropped his eyes to the ground, muttering a quiet yes. He hadn't meant to be so pushy, and being called out on it by his love interest was a smack to the ego.
Alicia then clapped her hands, waking everyone from the quiet atmosphere.
"Alright. Tali, 23, you leave as soon as we reach the Valhalla system. Be prepared, I'm plugging in the order now. Gather what you need. It'll be about three days before we can pick you up."
Everyone started to exit the cabin, while 23 and Tali walked behind Garrus and Shepard. 23 turned to the Quarian, and muttered into her earpiece.
"Well, things are looking up, right?"
She merely smiled under her mask. Breathing a quick sigh of relief, she turned to him.
"Yes."
The smell of liquid rock filled the landscape, as the sound of magma capsules popping added a surreal effect.
The volcanic crater on Adrun was large, and the walls were near impossible to climb. For Cerberus operative Miranda Lawson, it was a living nightmare.
The air was slowly killing her, and she knew it. Only by creating brief pockets of breathable oxygen with her biotics kept her alive so far. Currently, Miranda was dragging herself to the crater wall. It was miles high, but she would not give up. Her legs were broken, as multiple bones were sticking from the skin. She had long lost feeling in her lower body, and her mind was bordering on the insane.
-Kill. 23. Kill. 23. Get shuttle. Heal. Tali'Zorah. Burn-
Somehow, she had survived. Despite the impossible task in front of her, she was determined to succeed.
Unfortunately, so was 47.
"Lawson. How convenient."
Miranda turned, her red eyes focusing on the source of the sound. For a second, she thought it was lava. Instead, the blood-red skin of Subject 47 caught her attention.
"I can use you. We both want 23 dead."
Approaching the half-dead human, 47 crouched beside Miranda, stroking the scorched hair from her heat-burned face.
"Sadly, you are too weak to survive. I just needed some more blood to make it out of this hellhole. I'm sorry, Lawson, but it's just business."
Miranda knew what was coming. Her mind couldn't focus around it, but the words "Just business" stuck, and she started to scream, the sound building in her strained vocal chords. 47 giggled madly, reaching for Miranda's face. Upon touching it, blood leaked from her eyes, mouth, and nose, causing her to scream even more shrilly. As the operative's voice started to short out, 47's took off.
Soon, all that echoed over the blackened landscape was 47's dry, high-pitched shriek of joy.
People who read the last story are freaking out right now. People who didn't, are scratching their heads, wondering what the hell is going on. Hope you guys are looking forward to the next chapter. Leave a review. That's the only reason I do this. For you guys. Also, be sure to ask questions if things don't make sense. I'll answer them in the A/N's. Hope Cryonics started out well for you!