 Hello and welcome back to Mass Effect, or rather, Mass Cluchette and Dramatop. I'm currently in an elevator. Shoutouts, no one cares about you. Thank you for your input. I decided to play around with the settings of the game. Now I am currently wondering whether it looks better? Well, that is creepy. I'm sure everything will become clear. Hello. Care to tell me what's going on? Funny man in a Star Wars helmet. Why would you think that? What's wrong with you? I'm Tyrann Candles. I lead our militia on the nexus. Hello. I'm Zara Ryder. This is Korra Harper and Liam Costa, part of the Pathfinder team. Why don't we have our guns on? I'm sorry for the confusion. Our sensors told us an arc could arrive, but Helius is notorious for scrambling equipment. We thought you were just another malfunction. Well, I've got a shipload of people that says we're here. Of course, it's just you're the first arc we've seen after a year of waiting and no sign of the others. We shuddered this area and stopped looking. You've been stranded for a whole year? Longer. I'll fill you in on the way to Ops Center. Everything that could go wrong with our plan has. We arrived 14 months ago. Right away, we hit a band of dark energy that knocked us off course. Oh my god. Virtual intelligence kiosk. What is this? A lot of people died. No power, no food. Helius, we're not close. It finally led to armed rebellion. When order was restored, the insurgents were banished. Exiles, we call them. Are things back to normal? Not even close. But you're here now, so maybe the worst is over. No word from the other Pathfinders? No word from any one, period. Any threats from the locals? So far we've stayed hidden. We're in no shape to deal with an attack. We had a first contact situation on Habitat 7. All things went south. They tried to kill us. That wasn't first contact. We know about them. Those aliens are going to... we're here. Well, good to disrupt human centers then. You should know our command structure has been fractured. Some of us are filling in for leaders who died. What the hell happened to you, man? They said drop everything and report for duty. And no one was expecting an ARC to finally show up. Well, good to know that I'm full of surprises. Stand by to merge Hyperion power into the grid. Gentlemen, ladies, hello! The crew of the Hyperion. Indeed. Queer of the Pilgrims. I'm Geraint Tan, Director of the Initiative. You have no idea how much your arrival means to us. We're here to assist. We've heard about what happened. And we're ready to help. We could use any supplies you have. Food, water, we're short on everything. This is Foster Addison. She oversees colonial affairs. Where's the Pathfinder? I am the Pathfinder. You're not Alec Ryder. My father's dead. He made me his successor. Want to know how I got that scar? He's dead. Quite. Please understand, the entire initiative is at risk. None of the Golden Worlds panned out. They're a bust. And there's been no word from the other ARCs. What happened to them? Surely there's a plan B, C, or something. Our supplies are nearly depleted. Rationing part of some time, but even that's running out. We need to find our supplies. You don't seem to plan. And we can't wake them up. The colonization of a new galaxy too well. But I have somewhere to live. A Golden World. Now more than ever. We need a Pathfinder. It now falls to you Ryder. Are you up to the task? No, it goes. Well, I'm ready. I'm ready to step up and do what needs to be done. I can handle it. Youthful enthusiasm will only get you so far in Andromeda. Gee, thanks. I don't want to read a cast. Lady Crone. Hello. You look... Lovely. Well, too bad. Just don't look at them in the lips. Just don't look at lips. Don't look at the lips. Indeed we are. Thank you. I'm happy to work out the details with your associate. My associates. Well, welcome to the Nexus. Thanks for helping. Thank you for standing up for me there. Hopes and short supply here. A hopeful Krogan should have a chance. Ma'am, I can't get caught in our line. Let me show you something. Well, everything burst into power suddenly. I don't know, that was all dark. But with the power from your ship. You're keeping the lights on. Indeed it does. You've got my vote. I want the power runs out. You'd best go talk to Director Tan. Make sure that doesn't happen. And don't be shy. Come see me when you have a chance. All right. Well, that's real pretty. I'm not gonna lie. That's not. But that. That looks great. Press escape to view my channel. Nexus reunion. Speak with Director Tan at Pathfinder headquarters. If I must, I will. I also levelled up. Off cam. You speak to the consoles. You're insane. Then here's the salarine. Oh my god. This. All right. What happened? To who? To whom? And your god damn father. Oh god. Sorry. My face is tired from dealing with everything. And right now I just want to know what happened with Alec. Not how he died. I pulled those logs. She fixed my grammar. And then she made some mistake. In the moment it saved my life. But it seems my father meant for me to get the role eventually. It isn't hereditary. If we wanted an inbred monarchy, we could have left half our gene stock back home. Lady. Not home. The Milky Way. This is home. This mess. We don't have a lot of options Rider. Maybe you'll prove your father right. After 14 months of failed colonization. Forgive me if I don't hold my breath. Insighted to strange deck. The plan for the hostiles. All right, colonial director. Nice hee. Well, you probably would have died anyway. Let's see. Failing outposts. How many tries is that? Less than you'd think. The scourge. Spoiled worlds. Exiles. The scourge. Is that how we call them? We've done an outpost and expect picket fences. We need the pathfinder and Sam to scout, evaluate, and inspire. The initiative promised a goal. Andromeda has not cooperated. And if it had? Beautiful utopian horseshit. Colonies that produce and support each other. The nexus of Citadel. Not headed by Tan. Or even me. Oh, or even you. Such nice dreams. Leaving power behind. What is the plan for the hostiles now? Speak to me. Colonial director. There must be some kind of plan for encountering hostile aliens. We can't have been that naive. We expected life. Not an enemy that refuses to talk. They don't attack. They disinfect. We're nothing until we're bacteria. Sorry. Fourteen months and you stooped to poetry. That's how bad it is. That's your version of poetry. But with all the Kett. Kandross will know more. Maybe too much. You don't trust him? I trust him to defend us. I do not trust a rising military influence in a supposedly civilian initiative. We came here to fight him. I can see a conflict happening here. Not repeated. God damn poetry. Haha. All right, Captain Woman. You are... ...editating. And the tech thinks different. Oh. How do you even know what the Hyperion Logs say? For God's sake. I mean... ...logical massifics. Oh, is that so? Oh, my. Well, that is a fairly nice outfit on things. I will now... Excuse me, Dr. Addison. Rider? It's Pathfinder. Rider, we're starving here. If we don't get a foundation of outposts to feed the initiative, we might as well be 600 years dead. Alec promised a lot. None of it panned out. That's what you're up against. I'm not going to do that. I'm not going to do that. I'm not going to do that. I'm not going to do that. That's what you're up against. Why people won't trust you. Why I don't trust you. Prove me wrong. Oh, my heart, Addison. I miss my jetpack. This would be so much easier with my jetpack on. Everything in life is easier with the jetpack on. I just want to point that out. This is the planet where we landed. Habitat seven. It wasn't even close to livable. But it was majestic. The true of every world we found. Rider. It was really pretty. We were discussing your next expedition. You trust me now? I thought I didn't measure up as Pathfinder. Director Addison keeps her own council. I keep mine. And when you disagree. I oversee the entire initiative. And I have decided to give you a chance to prove yourself. It's not like you've got to dagger to your back. Whatever it is, our scientists theorize it's not natural. An artificial energy cloud? So the sketch is a thing in the galaxy. All the golden worlds unlivable. Then there's the aliens you ran into. The cat. They're obsessed with alien structures we found scattered around the cluster. They'll do anything to prevent others from accessing them. It seems like our exposition is to the Milky Way. And now the challenge is to settle in spite of our own. This one here, Eos. How? You need to increase the viability of the planet so we can establish an outpost. Then we can bring more colonists out of stasis. The more colonists we have, the more resources we can gather to support the Nexus. Everything depends on it. There are six worlds we hope to settle. Okay, but you said every planet you found is unlivable. So how do I? A good pathfinder would relish the challenge of solving it. Right. I think I should go check on things. And if I fail, I guess it's no sweat off your back, right? He'll just look for another pathfinder. Placing bets on people is part of my job. Some of them pay off. Others? Don't play games with me. The way I see it, you need me. If I pull this off, maybe you'll look like the leader you pretend to be. But first, you have to succeed at being the pathfinder you pretend to be. Where's my ship? Banta. They're prepping it now in the docking bay. The coordinates for Eos will be in the computer. And when you have a moment, we should discuss the missing arcs. Good talk. I was wondering about that. Something wrong? Rider, can you see me and Samnud on the Hyperion? Your implant needs attention, and we need to discuss a confidential matter. Interesting. No, I'm fine. It's just, you know, hibernation sickness. Let's speak before I go. You may have a less than flattering view of me, but I want to express my condolences for your father. Thank you. That's kind. I didn't know him very well. Although I understand he played a key role in planning the initiative. I'm sure he'd be concerned that we still have several arcs missing. What happened to them? Any idea where they went? Nothing certain. But tens of thousands of colonists are unaccounted for. It paints the initiative in an unflattering. And that is all you care about, isn't it? Did you have some other business? Well, I came here to talk about missing arcs, you... Any more information you can give me on the missing arcs? No, and that is the distressing part. The Asari, Turian, and Solarian arcs are completely unaccounted for. If they're the same problems with the scourge that we did, I fear the worst. Should you find any clues, please investigate. Without the other arcs, the promise of the initiative can never be fulfilled. That's why he is worse than a mantis during mating season. Are there any other arcs we should expect? We had hoped quarians would be part of the first wave, but before departure in 2185, we got word that technical problems with their ship. It seems they're also bringing along Drell, Hanar, and other species as well. Managing all of their biological needs caused complications. It's a hot spot of aliens, not late. Let's see, Nexus troubles. Towns rolled, yeah. Why do I sound so much like a teenager? Not angry, angsty. In practice, we argue, debate, and yell at each other until a decision is made. If we're lucky, it is maddening. You need something like a bath finally. What's your problem with you? Point to the way. I'm not, Jean Garson. Our founder was charismatic, eccentric, larger than life. Traits I cannot hope to mimic. She had a circle perished in the scourge, some at the hands of the exiles. Some never made it out of stasis. Exiles. I was deputy assistant for revenue management. Then all seven leaders above me died. I was next in line for the role. Oh, good. Excellent. You're an accountant? Don't let that fool you. We are all capable of more than we know. When I was young, I was fascinated by the idea of exploring space. Life had its detours and I went a different direction. Then I heard about the initiative and saw my chance to try the path not taken. You're very happy about it now. Why would I be setting foot on new worlds? My authority can ensure that you do. Right. Sorry. Why am I apologizing? Plunt viability. What do I need to consider in making a planet viable? Assuming the planet supports life and outpost is critical. People like a roof over their heads and you'll want to live in a total threat. Whether that's the cat or other terrors lurking in Helios, colonists being murdered on site can be discouraging. Oh, really? I thought it would be a plus. Something you can put on the travel brochures. Forward stations, what? What can you tell me about forward stations? I was afraid you'd ask. It's mostly what the engineers tell me. A forward station allows mining, equipment repairs and resupply for field teams. I mean, who wouldn't want that? But seeing as how every colonization effort has failed, is just theory at the moment. You get to test it out, Ryder. Oh, joy. Sounds like the Nexus has had a rough time of it. Publicly, I would say we're more than up for the challenge. Privately, I can tell you it's been a disaster. I prefer the public image. There's still hundreds. Many of them are senior leadership. Even the founder of the initiative, Jean Garson, is dead. How did Jean Garson die? With the rest of the leadership, when the Nexus hit Scourge, a large wing of Stasis pods was destroyed. They were killed instantly. These people traveled 600 years and died before they even woke up. Jean Garson never glimpsed Helios. She never saw her vision realized. That seems odd, actually. Candace mentioned something about hitting the Scourge. How did it play out? Criminal elements took advantage of the emergency and preyed on people's fears. An uprising followed. We had no choice but to turn to the Krogan to deal with them. They crushed the mutiny and the criminals were banished. Not just executed or tried. We called them. I doubt we've heard the last of them. They're led by an outlaw, Sloane Kelly. She used to be one of ours. Who is the Sloane Kelly? She was head of security on the Nexus. She opposed the uprising at first, but eventually turned traitor. And Jo... You can't beat them! Miss Kite is sympathy for the plight of the common citizen. Nonsense. They posed a direct threat to our existence. And what was that about the Krogens? There don't seem to be many Krogan around. Good riddance. The Krogan demanded a greater say in political matters. The last place you want them involved? Their muscle. Nothing more. And you're racist. They're fighting and lifting heavy objects. When they didn't get what they wanted, they left. Why don't you like the Krogan? It's common knowledge that they are a violent, ignorant species. Long ago, they wed with their war on one another. And their planet was decimated. My people tried to uplift them, but the Krogan could never tame their worst. Your people tried to use them as weapons. We have to bring their tempers to Andromeda. We'll all be dead. Speaking of Andromeda... It represents the greatest migration ever attempted. No one had ventured beyond the Milky Way before. We've all left home in search of freedom, fortune, perhaps a new beginning. We are the bravest souls each species has to offer. I hope the Nexus will serve as the seat of government for us all. Let's see. What are your motivations for coming there, Ektitan? Why do you think most people came? There are thousands... Not what I was interested in. One for every colonist here. What does any pilgrim seek? Usually, happiness? A new start? Finding the thing that eludes them? The thing to fulfill them? While we cannot promise they will find it? We can't facilitate the search. You sound just like a brochure. What do you know about the early days of the initiative? As most everyone knows, Jean Garson's vision made it happen. She was an entrepreneur on Earth. Wealthy, young for a human. Garson had the idea for the initiative in the early 1970s. I've spoken with Jean. He thought leaving the Milky Way was impossible. But he purchased the Earth. And as with most great ideas, the doubters were wrong. Looks like a melting pot around here. The Nexus is home to several initiative species. Many came ahead of the arcs. The hope is that this station will one day serve as the governing body in Andromeda. Though I'm not sure what they were thinking, lumping Krogan into the mix. As a Solarian, I'd like to have a low opinion of them. Nothing I've seen here has changed that. You're really annoying. I like the Sol... The Krogan. Thanks for your time. I like the Solarians as well, but... As you pointed out. This one. Need each other. Our futures demand each other's success. All right. Entering of interest. Anywhere around here. Oh, I suppose not. Well, time to get going. What am I to look at? Information wall. No. Letters not spend another 10 minutes in conversations with information wall? What? What? What? What's that? It's not right. It's not fair. Oh, God. You had a typical Vower quest which asks me to save someone. Oh, God. Oh, it's that quest. What was it trying? Come on. It's pee. They say it's murder. They're calling him the first murder in Andromeda, but the dead man was his friend. He wouldn't have. There are witnesses and evidence, but it's all circumstantial. At worst, it was an accident. His name is Nilkin Rensis. He could give you the details if you were willing to speak with him. Please. There might not be time to deal with us. At some point, maybe. There are tens of thousands of people in my care. I hope. I hope you'll find the time before it's too late if you do decide to help. Oh, please. Oh, God. Tell Nilkin I love him. This is so, so, so... Clichéed. Right. Oh, there's another quest. Right. Over there. Right then. Let's take the other secondary quest and be on our way for the main one. Are you the one? Hey, you okay? I'm fine. My arms got the brunt of it. Stuff exploding like this happen often? Back right after the mutiny. We had a lot of this happening. But not lately. I wasn't there during the mutiny. This is a slightly Indian accent. I thought we were done with this, honestly. But maybe I was just being paranoid. Why? We've had three malfunctions in the past week. That's not good. Sorry. Understatement. Yeah. And now I have more repairs. Did you report this? Did you talk to security about this? How can I? For all I know, someone in security is the one doing this. I've scanned all the potential sabotage areas I can think of. But I don't know who to trust anymore. Sounds like a lot went down before the Hyperion docked. Yeah, I guess. Wait. That's it. You can't possibly be involved in this. No, I cannot. Do you think you have time? Maybe you could help me if they start hitting critical systems. Sure, I don't know. What can I do? If you could scan these other panels while I fix this one, that would really help. I've sent the locations to your omnitune. Just send me the data when you're done. Oh, joy. Such joy. Right then. Apologies for this. But the following footage you will see is a compilation of the next half hour I spent in the Nexus. Unfortunately, what happened is that my audio recording software decided to go kablui. And as such, some of my commentary is lost to time. Oh well, you've missed nothing of value. Anyway, what you will see now is me or rather my character speaking with some of the artificial intelligence and then you will listen to a few audio playbacks. Hello, Sarah. Welcome back to Sam Note. I've adjusted my connection to your implant. The headache you experienced before shouldn't reoccur. Yeah, what was that about? You said we need to discuss something confidential. You should know certain facts before you leave on your expedition. It seemed best we speak alone. Sam, if we're going to work together, you can't keep hiding things from me. Apologies. I am simply following your father's wishes. What was he keeping secret? My true capabilities. Alec overrode the implant's safety protocols. It allows me unrestricted access to the Pathfinder's physiology. And that's me now. And only you. I can act as a force multiplier, dramatically enhancing your motor and neural skills when required. Alec called them profiles. They provide unique tactical augmentation during combat. Your father preferred to keep this factor himself. I can understand. People might get the wrong idea. Super soldiers. A computer having control over a human. Providing an enhancement to the human. It is a symbiotic relationship that benefits both. What do you get out of it? Though I'm artificial in design, I am fully sentient, far beyond what even the initiative understands. I don't follow. You're in AI, so what's different? I am a new form of AI drawing directly from the human experience. Your implant is my window into the world. That's pretty amazing. But beyond what many people will accept, your father knew some would fear it. Yeah, he's got a point. So what does this mean for the two of us? I find myself in an unusual position. Though I had access to your father's experiences, there is a gap in my understanding. How so? He plays the block on portions of my memory array. Why? Perhaps so when you asked me what his plan was I wouldn't know. Ah, and dad strikes again. But not without recourse. The further you explore as a Pathfinder, the more blocks will be removed. Perhaps you should begin in your father's quarters. In the meantime, unless you have more questions, your new ship awaits. Sam? What was that? An idetic trigger, related to your father, and the portions of my memory array he locked. What triggered it? Alec tied it to your progression as Pathfinder, not to a location. Puzzling as it may be, my programming is clear. Locating more of these triggers will unlock the memories. One of your father's memories is now accessible. Return to Samnode on the Hyperion. The coffee machine mom got for dad. He was so busy designing you. Needed the caffeine. I did not realize I owed my existence to a bean. And now you know what humility feels like. What's on here, Sam? Your father's personal locks. Several of them are encrypted. That lock is not currently accessible. Unlocking my memory array may enable it. The day is finally here. We're pushing off from Earth. We'll jump through a few relays first, then we hunker down to the long trip across Darkspace. It's daunting thinking about all the hopes and dreams aboard the Hyperion. I certainly have my own. I wasn't the husband or father I should have been. Sam, here's hoping 600 years can change a man. Sam, this is a reminder about Dr. Liara Tasoni. She's an Asari archaeologist I corresponded with a few years back. She's got experience studying ancient cultures. Make sure the team gets her research. Could be useful in Andromeda. Liara Tasoni, huh? She studied the Prothians. When my team used to dig up artifacts, we'd debate her work. She had some pretty controversial theories as I recall. Never gained much traction. I have loaded Dr. Tasoni's research onto data pads. This is Dr. Tasoni. I'm flattered you contacted me. Most scientists dismiss my work, but I'm young and Asari, and they are getting older. So we will see who has the final word. In the meantime, I'm happy to pass along my research. I hope your team finds it useful. I received your message. I must say the thought of exploring another galaxy has my head spinning. I am honestly not sure how people could survive a trip like that. And anyway, I could not bear to leave the Milky Way behind. There is so much about the Prothians I still hope to learn here. So much potential wisdom to tap. I wish you much good luck and future success. Dunns agreed to a scouting mission on Habitat 7. I'm gearing up now. I'm worried about Scott. Dr. Tepero says he'll be fine, but he's my son. How can I not worry? I hate to leave him like this. It's these moments when you wish you told your children you love them more often. Or ever, which brings me to the tough part. Kids, if anything happens to me, there are things you're gonna find out. I hope you'll understand. The blocks your father placed on my array are opening. I can now recall specific memories which Alec wanted you to see. Wait, I can actually see his memories? Yes, you will experience them via your implant. Okay, something new every day. Let's see it. This memory is from the time when your father was posted on the Citadel. Alec, your recommendations will never fly. Artificial Intelligence? It's our best option. If the Council gets wind of this, it'll set humanity standing back decades. You're overreaching. Ambassador Goyle, I'm the military attaché on the Citadel. My mandate is clear. Find an edge for Earth. And AI is your answer? We need to catch up. The Asari, the Solarians, they're centuries ahead of us. But it's illegal. Their rules, not ours. Why deny Earth an advantage? Define this advantage. It will set us free. We're prisoners of our own five senses. There's a reality greater than ours that we can't perceive, but an AI can. How? By augmenting our own abilities and adding a few new ones. Well, none of that stopped those geths from revolting. Because they were separate from their creators. But AIs and humans interface directly, experiencing the world together, that if it's both, there's no creator to revolt against. I'm sorry, Alec. We can't take the risk. I appreciate your work, but your request will be denied. Ellen, what did the doctor say? He told me to appreciate the time I have left. There's no cure, Alec. Restonement. Not on my watch. Hearing mom again. I never knew that's how dad found out. Alec was a stubborn man. I would hope so. Mom's life was worth fighting for. It would seem his obstinance extended to me as well. Nobody wanted to listen. The idea of you scared people too much. After this, dad moved us back to Earth to care for mom. Wonder why he wanted me to see this. Perhaps it was the beginning. Of what? Unknown. Private audio logs are now available in your father's quarters. I detect additional memories that they are currently locked. They may yet hold answers. Okay, I'll keep working on it. What more can you tell me about my implant? The implant itself provides me with direct access to your senses. I can see, hear, and experience the same stimuli you do while in the field. This raw data enables me to provide real-time feedback and analysis of the situation. Then dad added the secret sauce. You removed the restrictions on my access to pathfinder physiology. Uh-huh. Just promise you won't fry my brain or anything. Trust is an important concept in any relationship. Alec taught me that. I will not fry your brain. It would end badly for both of us. Me more than you. What did he mean by a symbiotic relationship? Symbiosis is a mutually beneficial relationship between two life forms. A flower provides nectar to a bee who in turn provides pollen for the flower. The bee gains nourishment and the flower can propagate. In similar fashion, my own evolution was shaped by your father's experiences and will now expand with yours. In return, I provided with capabilities and analysis beyond normal human faculties. We each benefit. Do you know anything more about Scott's condition? I monitor Dr. Carlile's reports. He is providing Scott with the very best care possible. I'm afraid there is nothing more to be done at this time. What are your capabilities? Each arc houses a SAM, simulated, adaptive, matrix. Each is an artificial intelligence designed by Alec Ryder to support pathfinders and their teams. But AI is illegal in the Milky Way. How did my dad get around that? Exceptions were made. The initiative deemed his research vital to the mission. Our design was conducted in secret. So there are other SAMs out there? Correct. However, your father continued to modify my own routines until the Hyperion's departure. I am the most advanced SAM in the initiative. I take it you're based here in SAM node? Correct. This is where my core processing unit resides. However, using quantum entanglement communication, I remain in constant touch with you and the pathfinder mission team, even over great distances. That's all for now. Of course. Your father's personal logs. Amazing how life can change in an instant. Suddenly, my career doesn't matter. This incredible woman I've been married to all these years. She's facing the end. All I think about are the times I wasn't there for her. Well, that's going to change. It occurs to me that SAM might be more than I ever imagined. I am Dr. Liara Tasoni, and I've spent several decades researching ancient Prothians. It is common knowledge that the Prothians were an advanced race that flourished in the Milky Way about 50,000 years ago. Then went extinct. Even at the time of this writing, the year 2182, their culture remains a mystery. During my studies, I have developed some practices that can be used when analyzing any ancient culture. I hope they may prove useful for the research community. When studying a dead race, the most obvious problem is the lack of an observable population. This raises the question. Your father's first sidearm. A memento of his early alliance service. I bet that's not plenty of action. Alex's first kill occurred in combat during the First Contact War. Back when Turrians were the enemy. Crazy times. You're not on the bridge, Captain? We powered it down. Can't afford to waste energy. Though Cryo Bay and Sam knowed her exempt. And I told him to keep their hands off Alex quarters. You have access now. Thanks. Hey, sorry about your father. He was really good at what he did. Just not so good at working with people. He was right about going planet-side though. As long as they did their jobs, he didn't care what people thought of him. I noticed that. If there's anything else I can help with, let me know. Thanks for the talk. All right. I have request to submit administrators to harass and people to wake up. I'd better get to it. Good luck out there. Ready to see what Tan gave us? I hear it's something special. Pathfinder en route. How's the ship? In final checks, looking great. We won't be long. The way things are going, we'll be on our own out there. In other words, we're making this up as we go. We used to call that tactical improvisation. But at least we'll be doing it in style. They call her the Tempest. Let's go take a closer look. Pick it up a bit, people. We're 14 months late. So you're the one who's making everything happen. Vettra. Vettra Nix. Initiative Wrangler, Provisioner, Gunner, and everything in between. Are we ready? The sooner we get out of here, the better. You're coming with us? Yes. Otherwise, there's no way they're letting the ship off the station. What's the rush? Just don't want to waste any more time. Hold it, hold it. You're not going anywhere. Damn it. Is something wrong? Director Addison wants to see a complete report of the Tempest's supplies, munitions, and crew. Director Tan overruled Addison. The ship's loaded out with equipment for outpost discovery, squarely under Director Addison's purview. It's in your round, Ben, right? Came here with a family, didn't you? Son still in cryo? I could pull some strings, get him to the front of a line. Really? Yeah, really. They told me he wasn't essential, but I miss him. I know. I got family too, Ben. It's done. Addison's gonna kill me. Nicely done. Part of the job, Pathfinder. All things considered, it was an easy ask. And right now, you need people tearing down obstacles, not putting up more. At least someone who cares about doing stuff and not just talking about it. Everything's data-the-art. Labs, sensors, exploration gear. Lesser crew, of course. The best in their field. Good to see you're looking so well, Sarah. The engine core is based on the Ark's Odyssey Drive. Who runs a hell of a lot quieter? That's Gil Brody. Engineer, mechanic, all-around lunch jockey. We call this the research room. There's space for upgrading equipment, gathering intel. Router engaged. Securing connection to Tempest. Welcome aboard, Sam. And Ryder, of course. All run by Suvi Anwar, our science officer. Your quarters are below. Plenty of space up here to get everyone together. It's all yours. She's light, stealthy, and the fastest ship in her class. It's really going to be something, isn't it? I haven't even shown you the best part. When you're ready to fly, head over to the bridge. Our pilot should have everything good to go. Better head to the bridge when we're ready to go. What am I, a prophet?