Everyone in Cerberus wanted me to go get Mordin first. I don’t like those guys much though, and I am unbelievably contradictory so I looked over my dossiers and decided to head for Archangel instead. They’re both on Omega, and I can get Mordin afterwards. It’s a compromise! A compromise!
As soon as I get there, a fucking Batarian is giving me grief about doing what I want and I try like hell to just pull a gun and shoot him in his giant head, but I can’t. He tells me I need to go see Aria right away. Whatever dude. Whoever that is. Leave me alone.
Further down the hallway is a hideous looking man beating up a more hideous looking Batarian. The hideous looking man is Zaeed and I’m like, are you gonna go get on my ship or what? He tells me that Cerberus made a deal with him. Of course they did. Fucking deals. Whatever. Go on the ship, go to a tiny room on a lower deck. Don’t come out of there. Don’t talk to me. Shoot garbage into space.
I get turned around for a second because all of this hallway looks the same but then I remember what I was doing and head through a door. I am outside, in front of Afterlife where a long line of people wait to get in and other people just sorta mill about. I look at Afterlife.
A BAR.
I run up the stairs to the door as fast as I can. The guy at the door says to go right in, Aria’s expecting me.
Who’s whatting what now? Oh yeah that chick. Whatever.
I am on a mission for DRINKS.
In the hallway though, I first start talking to some thug-like dudes who say they’re gonna beat me up. I tell them to get lost and they eventually do. I don’t know why I even started talking to those guys, they were obviously unsavory characters. It’s not like they ran over to me. What the hell, I think I have a problem with seeking out trouble.
In the bar, I order some shots and buy some brandy for Dr. Chakwas. Then I head upstairs to talk to Aria. She is soooooooooooooooooooooooooo annoying. Lookit me, I am wearing a half-jacket. Look at the collars I have popped. Lookit, lookit, lookit. I sit on her couch and ask her questions about Archangel and Mordin. She’s like, oh, I don’t give a fuck about you Shepard.
WELL YOU SURE SEEMED ANXIOUS FOR ME TO COME SEE YOU.
WHATEVER WOMAN I AM LEAVING.
DON’T CALL ME AGAIN UNLESS IT’S IMPORTANT.
I head back to the bar for more drinks instead. I want to be good and wasted before this next mission.