Jokerrrrrrrr
Is that IFF installed yet?
No? EDI’s still working on it. Okay.
I go to my cabin where I feed my fish, check my hamster and then sit on my bed and twiddle my thumbs for a bit.
I’M BOOOORRREEED.
Joker?
He tells me it’s gonna take a while and I should take a shuttle to our next mission.
But I don’t haaaaaaaaave a mission to dooooooooo.
JUST GET OFF THE DAMN SHIP SHEPARD!
Fine, we’re leaving.
I take absolutely every squadmate and pile them all into the shuttle. It is crowded to say the least. Laps are being sat on, personal spaces are being invaded, pheremones are being inhaled. PILOT! Autopilot! Whoever is up there flying this thing! I say, set a course for WHEREVER!
This is fun, right guys? I’m having fun. This is way better than sitting around in the cabin. You guys want to play a game? Sing some road trip songs? Eh?
The engines on the shuttle go fsssshh fssshhh fsssshhh.
No? Fine.
Suddenly we get a call from the Normandy, telling us to hurry back right away, so we do because we weren’t doing anything anyways, and no one seemed to be digging on my attempts to encourage comraderie amongst squad members.
Back on the ship, we find the Collectors have taken…everyone. Except Joker. Everyone.
Well. Bummer. I guess at least they didn’t just blow the ship up this time but, still, I can’t say I’m thrilled about this situation. Miranda yells at Joker for “letting them” do that and I look at her like, you are so dumb.
Is the IFF at least ready to go? Because I have nothing else to do right now, oh except this…uh..help Liara thing but good lord I am putting that off. Awkward!
EDI says we’re ready for the relay.
Then let’s do it.