To the surprise of absolutely no one, this had absolutely fucking nothing to do with testing out the Normandy and absolutely everything to do with some super-secret ancient technology from some long-dead race.
Apparently, the Protheans thought it would be a great idea to store all their ancient bacon on Eden Prime. I failed to see why they needed me to go and dig it up, but whatever— they were pretty much handing me a free promotion if I went out and fondled it in a way that Nihlus found satisfactory.
Okay, so it’s less of a promotion for me and more a political move to give the Alliance more power. See how many fucks I give? SPOILER ALERT: NONE.
Besides, Spectres can pretty much do whatever the fuck they want as long as they get the job done and some irresponsible part of me quivers with excitement at the mere thought.
Unfortunately, before we can even begin to discuss my pay-raise, shit goes belly-up and quick.
“Does this mean I’m not getting promoted?”