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If we have to take on the local population I'm sure it'll come in handy. ...For about ten minutes.

[The day he asks directly is probably going to be the day he's sure one of them's going to die. He's a man with a lot of issues and having things with others that are only his has a hell of a lot of a draw. Even if it's something as farcical as acting overly intrigued by Garrus's love life. I'm sorry every relation with Zelos is secretly unhealthy laughs.

Reaching into his belt he pulls out a command badge, holding it out to Garrus.]

I found this interesting thing in a pile of bones~. It doesn't quite sit right with me I figured it might be more up your alley.

[Aka he is giving it to you Garrus, yes.]

[A moment after he takes it to see what it is, Garrus is tapping a code into his locator. There's only one person he knows who has had a badge that looks like this... and Steve's easily found which means he's not dead underground. Garrus shakes his head as he turns the badge over.]

It's... You've seen the file, yeah?

[He calls it up on his blackglass, tilting the screen so Zelos can see it.]

Did you see any of what the other people here are wearing?

[The Almina's symbol, basically. Its presence would say something, its absence... might not. The bearer of this badge could have been stripped of it before they became bones, after all.]

[He doesn't speak up immediately. What to say... This whole situation brings up bad memories. The facts...they're looking so similar. What he's seeing now and what he dealt with two years ago... He wants to be wrong about it, but he can't shake the feeling this is all not a coincidence.]

I know the Almina crew's here.

[It's an admittance and for once he doesn't look like a complete clown. Rather there's a dispirited seriousness that probably doesn't seem to suit a colorful guy like him.]

I came across a lot of skeletons. Some were mutated or in the process of mutating like the people in the subway. The ones with this were different. I won't say they were an angel's, but... I've ripped the wings off a hell of a lot of angels and I know what that looks like on a corpse. Someone had cut the wings off of this person.

[Zelos gets a sidelong look. Garrus really wants to know why an angel would be familiar with ripping the wings off other angels, but he's doing his best to not ask. Later, maybe.]

In the process of mutating. So something like halfway points? Partly... Wait.

[He tilts his head, mandibles drawing close to his face.]

Were the skeletons all human?

[The colony is human buildings, human things. It would line up, but he doesn't know what it means yet if it's all humans who changed into these things.]

[He tilts his head the slightest.]

...Yeah. They were. Or something easily mistaken for it. [...] Have you noticed the CDC has a real thing for the world "Earth"? I read up a bit on it on the Neheda. It seems to be a place with just humans.

[What that means he doesn't know at all.]

[Garrus chuckles, a little amused.]

Human homeworld, yeah. Most people here are from there. Or versions of there. Whereas Palaven is the turian homeworld, Rannoch for quarians, and so on. Not sure if the fixation is CDC-wide or just the Ne--hm.

[The Almina recruits here were mostly human. Maybe it is a CDC thing.]

Never mind. There were a lot of humans in the crew that was on the planet on fire, too, on the Almina, we sent a bunch to the Qohol, saw some on Dakham. And now this. Don't... Don't really know what to think about that.

[He'd run into one other turian here, heard one mentioned, but that's it.]

What's your world called?

...It's Tethe'alla. Recently it combined with a second planet. Nobody has a name for the new world yet.

[Like everything else in his life it's a complicated situation. Because the universe likes to shit on him or something, really there's no rhyme or reason to any of it. ...But he really doesn't want to be here at a time like this. With Tethe'alla and Sylvarant still learning to coexist and snapping up opportunities to fight eachother along the way. It's really...painful...not being able to be there to do his share and help work towards a peaceful world with everyone. But everyone has pains like this; he's not the only one who's life is being interrupted by the CDC.]

It's not a planet that belongs to any one race. We've got a few. [Elves and humans, dwarves and half-elves, summon spirits, centurions, the list goes on.] What was Dakham?

[Planets combining. How? Wouldn't both be destroyed? The impact of a ship on another planet can be huge, forget a whole other world. And several races developing on just one world? Obviously the rules of Zelos' world are like nothing Garrus has run into.]

Dakham's a port. Spaceport, port city for spaceships. Pretty big. No idea if it's big for them or small. Wasn't there that long. And you didn't really miss much by not seeing it.

[It had been very short, and it was his first taste of CDC politics. Too bad it hadn't been his only one.]

But right. Backtracking. Skeletons. One with wings cut off, bunch of them mutating. Command badge. Almina refugees on the planet. ...Could be that the worst thing that happens when someone goes rogue isn't death. Could be some experiments were run here. You see anything lab-like?

[He shakes his head. He didn't see anything like that. That doesn't mean there isn't. Just that he didn't find them if there are.]

There were a few rooms that looked like they'd been used to contain people, but no equipment and nothing that looked like it might have held equipment. A lot of cult stuff. Horror house art. Did you check any of the emergency kits while you were down there?

Cult stuff, horror house art.

[It's quietly echoed before he catches the question Zelos asked.]

Hm? No. We didn't really... have an emergency. Got attacked, but we dealt with it. Why? Was there something in there?

[Maybe he should take a page from Shepard's book and just start opening every toolkit and room he comes across.]

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