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    Imrir is reborn in the world of mass effect and gets close to Nihlus and Garrus.

  A little bit about what you can read in fanfiction.
  Having half written the first part of this fanfiction, I encountered some misunderstanding on the part of the readers. In order to mentally prepare a new reader (I hope there will be more of them =)), I decided to write such a small introductory word.
  So.
  You found my fanfiction and for some reason you became so interested in it that you opened it to read. Since I am not in favor of the situation with cactus and mice, I want to write a warning in order to eliminate misunderstandings and remove the possibility of future disappointment.
  I'll start with the most important thing (personally for the male part of the readers of this site, because, as practice has shown, they are the most nervous).
  What you WON'T SEE in this fanfiction:
  You won't see the cool Commander Shepard, who defeats enemies in packs, destroys Reapers en masse, racing on the Normandy ahead of the entire fleet and "does the impossible before breakfast and conceives the unthinkable before lunch" (quote from the comment).
  You will not see an epic description of how the Great Humanity successfully bends over everyone, destroys the Reapers and begins to dominate the galaxy, mercifully subjugating the Council and all other races.
  Be realistic.
  It wasn't until 2148 on Mars that people began to study the Archive. For those who cannot calculate, at the time of the start of ME1, it was the 2183rd year, in other words, people only learned about the zero element 35 years ago.
  It follows that you will not see equal technological development between humans and other races of the Citadel Space. You won't see dumb Advice. Rulers cannot be as dumb and short-sighted as they are shown in the canon.
  You won't see the heroic Anderson. I'm sorry, but I'll show it the way I perceive it, taking into account the books I've read, the comic books, and the dialogues in the game.
  You won't see a dumb Rex. You don't have to prove to me that he's a little smarter than a stool. You won't find a tender and vibrant romantic story: the wrong characters are involved in it.
  There are still many things that you will not see from what is done in the canon, and vice versa, you will see things that are not shown in this canon itself or shown in a different way.
  
  Farther.
  
  The author is a woman. I love my uncle Обоснуй, and I'm friends with his sister, Logic. If I don't know something, it's a completely different matter.
  I am still a living person, and I have the right to make mistakes and ignorance.
  Keep this in mind. I'm not a galactic encyclopedia after all!
  
  The main character, on whose behalf the story is being narrated, is a woman.
  I want to note - A WOMAN! And not a man in a woman's carcass, a woman with balls and a man with boobs. Woman.
  Accordingly, she behaves like a woman, her priorities are somewhat different from those of men, the logic of actions, decision-making, and so on are feminine.
  There is no need to whistle about "female logic" and I will not say that there is no concept of "male logic" at all.
  
  The genre is geth.
  Not Jen.
  It is logical to assume that a romantic line will be developed.
  But!
  If you are waiting for pink snot and tossing in agonizing attempts to choose between men, this is not for me.
  GG is a practical and sensible woman. Not a romantic little girl-waiting-for-a-prince-on-a-white-spaceship, but a cynical, sensible bastard with a developed possessive instinct and not accustomed to denying herself what she wants and can get. Moreover, she knows exactly what she wants, because she is not used to lying to herself.
  Again, if you're looking for romance, you're not here.
  If you are waiting for a story about the tender and tremulous development of love, again, look for other fanfiction.
  
  If I need to describe sex for some purpose, I will describe it in as much detail as I need it. If not required, I will simply point out that such an event took place. Fic doesn't revolve around sex, but physical intimacy is also a facet of adult communication. It's an important facet that sometimes reveals very interesting character and relationship traits, so spare me the sanctimonious statements about "this is wrong," "this is immoral," "yes, how could she (they/ he)" and all in the same spirit. I still hope that the people reading my work are intelligent beings, and not bad teenagers with sperm splashing in their eyes and people who are not offended by life and consider physical intimacy to be something dirty and low.
  If polyandry bothers you, do not read. Don't get upset, and don't upset me. (again, this is most annoying for guys who have a great and trembling love for a harem of GG and a bunch of beauties who are ready to give themselves at any moment and idolize him).
  Oh, yes, I almost forgot. GG will have a relationship with the Turians. This is personal for those who are uncomfortable with relationships with aliens.
  Farther.
  A much-loved conflict that has been going on for 40 chapters (at the time of writing this introduction), and is definitely not going to end.
  ABOUT PEOPLE, HUMANITY and THE ALLIANCE
  Don't tell me what kind of people are good, decent, kind, noble, loyal, honest... (you can continue the list yourself). People are a mess... Bitchiness. Look at the real world if you have any doubts.
  Yes, there are UNIQUE specimens, decorations of our kind. There is. I know this. I know that HUMANITY has enormous potential. I know that people can be good, decent, kind, noble, loyal, honest, and so on. Can. But they don't want to. For the most part. They also laugh at them afterwards, like, look what a sucker. Which is sad.
  I don'T shit on people or humanity, I can shit on the ALLIANCE OF SYSTEMS. But it's just sinful not to shit on him. If you think otherwise, first deal with yourself and your thoughts. I write what I think without any hidden meanings or pitfalls. I'm warning you right away.
  
  About the Ghost and Cerberus
  There's a pancake...
  The ghost is still a pretentious and arrogant jerk, IMHO! To have SUCH an organization, SUCH opportunities, and so it's all fucked up... sorry, it's impractical to use...
  It is not necessary to say the very words that Cerberus can be destroyed. It gives me the creeps to imagine how many problems these gonds have... Um, offended high-class specialists can arrange. The reapers will be touched and surprised, looking at the pictures of destruction.
  
  The second MOST favorite stumbling block.
  About xenos, xenophobia and xenophilia
  For those who did not notice or did not pay attention, or simply did not understand, I will write that GG - Imrir Shepard is a hitman (reborn), she is a metamorph. In other words, he's not a fucking human anymore. She DOESN'T HAVE to love people and write with delight at the sight of her beloved humanity (and she was originally born a human being).
  The girl has common sense and quite adequately assesses the prospects of meeting with her native race, and specifically with Cerberus. Since she's far from stupid, she doesn't have the slightest desire to be on the laboratory table. And you'll never prove to me that she won't be there if the truth about her features comes out.
  As a metamorph with the ability to transform into anything, as an intelligent being who was reborn not only into humans, the concept of "race" had long since lost its meaning for her. For her, EVERYONE IS XENOS! And people too.
  The logical conclusion follows from this: she is deeply indifferent to the race of her friends and lovers. Only one criterion is important - personal qualities. Accordingly, the concepts of "xenophobia" and "xenophilia" in relation to this character are incorrect.
  And yes, personally, I (the author) don't like people very much, and I don't care who has what kind of face if I like the character.
  
  Farther.
  About the universe and the canon
  The AU warning, I believe, clarifies this question, but I'll add it anyway.
  I'm writing a fanfiction based on the Mass Effect. I rely on canonical events, while maintaining a VISIBLE correspondence to this canon, i.e., when viewed from the outside, there are no differences from the world described in ME1. I repeat, for those who are used to not noticing the text when reading: A VISIBLE MATCH! In the first chapter, in the words of GG, I describe how the embodied reality develops and according to what laws. Read carefully, or better yet, don't read at all.
  I do not pretend to write fiction with "rivets" (as they tried to prove to me), I am not going to make "a realistic book that describes the universe of ME as it should be." Everyone has their own understanding of what this reality should be. I have this. Kind of like everything. If I remember anything, I'll add it.
  If you are not repelled by the whole cart written above, have fun reading =)
  
  Rebirth: The Mass Effect
  Part 1: Under the Shadow of the Lord
  Chapter 1: Hello, new incarnation!
  The woman standing at the viewing screen suddenly screamed thinly and sank to the floor, writhing in short convulsions. His eyes rolled back in his head, his hands scrabbled on the metal floor, and wheezing and squawking came out of his throat.
  When she was found by two soldiers from the landing group, the woman was sleeping peacefully on the cabin floor. Attempts to wake her up did not lead to anything.
  "Darg, we're taking her to Chakwas, you never know what."
  "What if... This one?" The fighter waved his hand vaguely.
  "I'll distract him, if anything." Derg picked up the unconscious commander in his arms and carried her to the ship's infirmary.
  But the check showed nothing: the commander was perfectly healthy and her indicators were no different from the standard data of a sound sleeper.
  The tall man asked softly:
  "Doctor, what's wrong with her?"
  "Sorry, guys... I don't know." the doctor spread her hands in confusion.
  "How is she?"
  "The indicators are stable. Commander Shepard is just sleeping."
  "Let us know when she wakes up."
  "I'll give", The doctor nodded, without taking her eyes off the monitors. "Go ahead. In four hours for verification."
  The soldiers abruptly turned around and left the infirmary. The doctor sighed heavily and went back to work, carefully examining the readings taken during the strange attack.
  "Well, we ran into it." a powerful man, whom a colleague called Darg, muttered.
  "Accept it. I would have called anyway."
  Derg looked around the deserted dining room, looked out into the corridor.
  "Let's do the emergency stuff."
  The fighters quietly piled down the emergency stairs to their squad, and a dark-skinned man in the uniform of a captain of the Alliance of Systems Air Force did not see anyone coming down to the living deck.
  ***
  The agony of death still dominated my senses, but gradually the phantom pains subsided and subsided, allowing me to take control of my new body. My instincts and sense of danger were silent: my body was safe and no immediate action was required of me.
  There were sensations: I felt odors when I inhaled, a metallic taste on my tongue, stiffness of the couch, tingling in my fingertips. Synchronization has ended. My soul settled into a new place, the connections were restored, the aura began to slowly unfold, recreating layer by layer, and I launched a diagnostic of the body. I need to know who I've been thrown into this time.
  I was pleased with the result: the body is female, relatively healthy, human, at the peak of its development. An ideal option for rebuilding. Gradually, as my aura unfolds and I assimilate with my soul, my body will change, acquiring the properties that I have managed to consolidate. Regeneration will be activated first, and the soul will begin to adjust the body to itself. As soon as the inner layers unfold and form, the memory of the recipient whose body I occupied will begin to be absorbed.
  Was I sorry for the woman whose existence I had so abruptly ended? Not for a moment! My soul went into rebirth without damage and with a decent supply of energy, so the next birth will be extremely successful and happy - this is my compensation, a kind of payment for the interrupted life. And experience tells me that this woman's life would be... Stormy. Very violent and bloody. It doesn't throw me into other destinies...
  The second layer unfolded. The racing thoughts calmed down. My mind has cleared, my psyche has stabilized, as far as the concept of a stable psyche applies to me, and my mind has become clearer. The third layer will take several hours to open and give me power over my body. The fourth will unfold by the end of the day, and with the activation of the fifth, I will begin to absorb information from the host's brain. Means... sleep. A short mental command, and my mind obediently went out, plunging me into sleep.
  
  The unfolding of the layer has completed, awakening consciousness. A feeling of life appeared on the edge of perception, a beating of some powerful energy, and MEMORY unfolded in front of me. The memory of a woman named Imrir Shepard.
  Looking through the stingy, partially incomplete memories, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the realization of WHAT embodied reality I was thrown into this time!
  The Mass Effect!
  I never thought that I would ever be reborn in the embodied reality formed on the egregore of this game! I'm usually thrown into magical or less technically advanced worlds. And here is the first truly developed world, a space civilization and all that, and I had to get into THIS reality! No, well, it's necessary! The Mass Effect...
  I don't dispute that I liked the game in some ways, the universe is interesting, the characters are colorful, but there's no fucking desire to live in it! Moreover, there is a female variation of Shepard in the carcass, full of orphans and a hero... No, the Butcher of the ill-fated Torfan! Well, at least I didn't get into the paragon man, the hero of the Alliance, and that's good. But she could have. John and Jane are here.
  Can you die while the soul has not yet taken root and you can go to another life without getting a kickback from the lost reality? A short mental order, the heart stops, and hello, a new rebirth. And no Reapers for you!
  Just thinking about these creatures and the coming galactic Apocalypse made me feel deeply depressed and longed to escape to the next world. It's better to go back to the zombies! At least they're familiar and they don't bother you.
  Stop.
  Something got me carried away. The wave of emotions subsided as quickly as it had formed. Unpleasant. I have enough of my own tricks without serious problems with the disfigured psyche of the recipient, which will manifest themselves in such emotional outbursts until I gain full control over the body.
  A dull irritation arose.
  It was necessary to get into the carcass of a girl with such good mental problems because of an incredibly wonderful childhood on the street, tender youth and service in the army full of kindness and understanding of her neighbors. Have a nice rebirth, Imrir Shepard, and a quiet next life. You deserve it. Well, I'll live this extremely... um, interesting life instead of you.
  A wry smile barely curved the corners of his lips.
  What was it that my reborn colleague Estus used to say about a hundred-something life? I give this reality a chance to survive, and I will work for the benefit of others only in conditions that are comfortable for me. I will use his advice and example. I will create comfortable conditions for myself, using all the possibilities of a highly developed space civilization. It's worth refreshing my memory of the canon, since I decided not to immediately leave for rebirth and give this reality a chance to develop into a full-fledged self-sufficient universe.
  Until my mentalism is restored, I do not have access to the Citadel of Memory and the information stored in it, but I have retained some common memory, despite the passage of time and the shocks I have experienced. My attempts to recall the plot of the game were partially successful: I only remembered the first part of the trilogy well, the second part was rather fragmentary, but the third one was safely blurred in my memory into a hodgepodge of fragmentary frames containing only the most vivid plot twists. However, this is enough for the first time. In a month, the aura deployment will be completed, and I will have access to my database of known egregors, which I have so carefully collected from my own memories.
  Well, to hell with them, with my memories. Right now, the recipient's memory is more important to me. Judging by what I was displeased to learn, I was VERY lucky, and I got to the very beginning of the Branching of Reality, before the beginning of the canonical events.
  Good. What do I have at the moment? And I have an experimental trough of exorbitant value and dubious value, released on the first autonomous flight with Spectr on board, which suddenly joined this poorhouse at the last moment. Why the poorhouse? And what can you call the process of rolling over a new ship if it has only a normal engineering crew on board, and the crew is recruited by a captain from * young and promising military personnel*, in other words, youngsters recently graduated from the Academy? Of the experienced officers on board, only XO Pressley and Dr. Chakwas. Well, Captain Anderson, whose professional aptitude I personally have reasonable doubts about: if memory serves, the brave captain, like my recipient, graduated from the N7 Academy and, before the fateful meeting with Saren, served as commander of an amphibious unit on the frigate Gatling. How Anderson became a captain is the mystery of the chimerologist's journal.
  The engineering section of *Normandy* does not cause any complaints: all the specialists are there, recruited personally by chief engineer Adams, thanks to whom this prototype is still flying at all.
  The pilot of the prototype is indeed the notorious Jeff "Joker" Moreau. In fact, he is a disabled person with a rare and virtually fatal genetic disease. I can't help but note that he is a really brilliant pilot, but he has a character...
  To make matters worse, there is no co-pilot on board! If something happens to the Joker, and this is quite likely, you will have to row with oars. The entire crew.
  An outside thought flashed by: I wonder if he was really taken on board the ship thanks to the intercession of the Turian general after he HIJACKED Normandy?
  The situation is to hug and cry! But such is the peculiarity of embodied reality, which ALWAYS coincides with the canon of the egregore according to which it was embodied, sometimes even in the strangest and stupidest little things, from which one can only quietly marvel or swear loudly. The question is different. What are the differences in what is not covered by the canon? And what can these differences give me?
  The first difference is already pleasing: there is a normal combat landing group of ten snouts on board the Normandy, commanded by my recipient, Commander Imrir Shepard, a twenty-eight-year-old orphan who miraculously escaped from Earth.
  I can't say what *Normandy* itself is, because my technical knowledge is lame: rebirths into underdeveloped or magical worlds take their toll. Yes, and Chaos with her, with * Normandy*. Flying is fine. Something else is worse. There was no important information about the Citadel Space and other races in my recipient's red head. Only publicly available information. The interests of this lovely person in relation to other species had only one, extremely narrow side - how they could be most effectively killed.
  It's annoying. You will have to fill in the information gaps yourself.
  Can I really die before it's too late?
  The thought of actually running away flashed and disappeared, crushed by burning curiosity. When else will I have the opportunity to go to space? Who knows? And here... here... Well, yes...
  I have only three years to live, and I'm guaranteed to die at the end of the story, and more than one. Maybe if you can rock reality properly, you can live longer? No, actually, I was already so sick of these worlds of sword and sorcery with all the dubious charms of the Dark Ages and rampant religiosity that the desire to live at least a little in a civilized society outweighed the risks and future problems. Moreover, this reality can be pushed off the beaten track extremely easily: just do NOTHING and let the unforgettable Saren Arterius begin the Harvest. And what? For me, as a reborn person, the option is the simplest and most convenient. Reality will continue to evolve, and I'll get the buns I'm supposed to get, though not as much as I got for saving this Cycle. But without unnecessary hassle, which, often, is not covered at all by the bonuses received.
  We'll see. Will I try to save this Cycle or will I join the main antagonist aboard the Lord, this will show the near future and communication with the local population and key personalities.
  My lazy thoughts about the meaning of my current life were interrupted by the rustle of opening doors and barely audible footsteps. Stop lying around, Imrir, it's time to get to know a new world. Fortunately, the upcoming meeting with the Protean lighthouse will allow us to write off many oddities and extensive memory lapses on him, and the status of the Spectrum will allow us to escape from the watchful eye of our superiors.
  A smile curved her lips against her will. Imrir! The name was definitely given by people with humor! It's necessary... The Light of Darkness!
  And what? I like. I'll keep him, since his real name has not been preserved in memory after the collapse of the first personality.
  
  Blinking in the bright light, I opened my eyes. A soft cry, the rustle of clothes. I carefully propped myself up on my elbows, peering at the ash-haired woman who came up to me. Whatever her name is... Karin Chakvas, trauma surgeon, staff physician in Normandy.
  "Commander Shepard!" Karin's voice turned out to be very pleasant, low and full of sincere concern.
  "Doctor? What happened? Why am I in the infirmary?"
  "Is unknown." The doctor stared intently into my face with intelligent gray eyes. Darg and Dylan brought you to the infirmary after they couldn't wake you up. I found no injuries or abnormalities, as well as traces of sleeping pills.
  "That's how..." I nodded slowly. The agony of death, as always, ricocheted through the body. Things happen. "But?"
  "But I couldn't wake you up until you woke up yourself."
  "Strangely, I feel quite well. Where are we?"
  The doctor understood my question quite correctly:
  "We've just come out of the repeater and are heading to Eden Prime."
  Eden Prime. The key, one might say, the basic point of this reality, which gave rise to the whole story.
  At least I was lucky here: I got to the beginning of the canonical events and you can make changes from the very beginning, avoiding unnecessary losses. If she had moved in at the beginning of the third part, she would have immediately gone into rebirth, because it would have been impossible to change anything, since even the Harvest that began on time is the canonical conclusion of the history of the egregor and leads to the collapse of the universe.
  
  As practice has shown, the first distortion is always extremely difficult. Reality does not want to deviate from the *canon*, from the matrix according to which it was embodied. For the first time, I can only change ONE THING, and that's without much chance of success. But just what? WHAT will give me the greatest advantage in the future, regardless of my choice?
  If you squeeze out minor and unimportant events, the entire chain consists of only two key points: meeting with the lighthouse and obtaining Spectr status. It's pointless to change it - it won't work anyway. Strangely, proving Saren's betrayal is not an immutable condition, I feel it very clearly.
  Is it strange? Maybe... Or maybe not.
  Meeting with the lighthouse is clear, it guarantees to attract the attention of Saren Arterius and further hunt for me. After Eden Prime, I'll be his number one enemy.
  By the way, why?
  Is it really just because of the lighthouse? The information in it is completely useless, and Saren knows it perfectly well. Is there any other reason? Most likely, yes. But which one? What could possibly drive this cold-blooded and practical creature into such a rage and generate such hatred for me? To clarify: to me PERSONALLY.
  What's going to happen on Eden Prime?
  The death of Jenkins? Saren doesn't care about people. The death of Nihlus? So he'll shoot him himself. Will information about his involvement in the attack come to light? Doubtful. He is a Spectr. In fact, he is a living legend. They'll believe him sooner than they'll believe us, and there won't be any hard evidence. Well, really, don't count the testimony of an amateur smuggler, a psychotic scientist, and a dubious audio recording presented by a Quarian, given that she was boarded up at the embassy, if I remember this moment correctly?
  What will ACTUALLY convince the Council of the betrayal of the legendary Spectr?
  Good questions, but I don't have the answers.
  I'm NOT sure what's really going to happen at Eden Prime. What will make us enemies?
  The Lord? Doubtful. To the Reaper, I am nothing at all, and my name is *rudimentary*, one of the countless bugs he has encountered during his existence.
  Or is it the death of Nihlus?
  Yes, Saren would kill him himself. But... but. A slippery moment. It all depends on whether he shoots of his own free will or under the influence of the Lord. If the first is Kraik's death, it means nothing to him. But if it's the latter... Then I can understand his hatred: Nihlus ended up on Eden Prime because of me. It's a good point of focus. Especially if the Overlord redirects the attention and emotions of the constantly bucking Turian to her.
  It is a pity that the canon does not provide answers to these questions.
  Farther.
  Getting Spectr status as a key point can also be understood: it will give me some autonomy and allow me to direct all my efforts to hunt the antagonist without the command of the Alliance MCF hanging behind my back.
  Well yeah.. autonomy. Remember. Shepard, fly over there, Shepard, fly over here, and don't forget your underwear from the laundry and bring a cup of coffee so it doesn't get cold on the way. And bring a bucket of vaseline with a pack of condoms: we'll be there for you... to remember and to remember again. The whole state.
  I got carried away again.
  Let's return to the analysis of the situation.
  Why is it not important to prove Saren's betrayal?
  Do they know about him yet? Possible, but doubtful.
  Will the information come up in other ways? More than likely. Vakarian conducted the investigation until the protagonist's arrival at the Citadel. This investigation provoked something. He hadn't spent it in a couple of days, which had passed since the attack on the colony and before the ship arrived at the Citadel. Or is it just one of the game world's shoals? I don't know. There's also Tali from that ill-fated recording. Questionable evidence, it should be noted.
  Let's go in from the other side.
  What does this very proof of Saren's betrayal give me?
  After this process, Garrus Vakarian, Tali'Zora and Urdnot Rex can appear in the team, and I get the status of a Spectr, a ship and a dangerous enemy. The status is a fixed point. Am I going to get it under any circumstances? Oddly enough, yes. I'll get an enemy anyway, too.
  A ship? I'll get it too.
  The team? Op-pa... but they are just an optional result.
  If you remember the canon, I can do all the tasks based only on people. In the embodied reality, the same principles apply, only in case of failure, there simply won't be a single alien on board the ship, and they are EXTREMELY important for many plot twists.
  Branching reality.
  I can go two ways: provoke the Harvest, or follow the canonical path and destroy Saren and the Overlord. This is ACCEPTABLE. And I can also die before the nodal point of reality - the Lazarus project, which is also acceptable, and then another hero will take my place and lead this reality along the beaten path to death from disintegration, and I will go to rebirth without a rollback, but also without the buns that I can get if I fulfill my mission a job.
  This is, of course, entertaining, but the answer to the question is *What is so important going to happen on Eden Prime?* does not give.
  We must think. And quickly!
  "Thank you, Dr. Chakwas. Can I go now?"
  "Your condition is stable now." Chakwas replied. "Yes, you can go. But you will come for an examination in the evening."
  "Yes, ma'am."
  I stood up. I need to get myself in order and report to my immediate superiors that I'm alive and ready to work.
  However, I was not given much time, as the intercom informed me that I was expected in the briefing room. Then I'll crawl around the ship, poke my curious nose everywhere, but for now... In the meantime, I'm going to get acquainted with one ambiguous person who died so quickly in the canon. At the same time, I'll decide whether I should fight for his life or not.
  I hadn't even reached the stairs when a body bursting with enthusiasm flew up to me and gave me away:
  "Commander Shepard! I am so glad to work under your leadership..."
  What?
  I stared in complete shock at the young soldier with the stripes of a corporal.
  So, this is definitely not Alyonka. This... Oh, that...
  "Corporal Jenkins, ma'am!" it body confirmed my conclusions.
  "Corporal, I'm in command of a full-strength landing team, and you're not part of it." I replied calmly.
  "Captain Anderson said that I will participate in the landing with you on Eden Prime! Ma'am!"
  What will it be? No, no, no, I don't need that kind of happiness!!! I have a normal landing party!
  I'm somewhat disappointed by this prospect... She was taken aback, and the corporal with the meaningful name continued to spill like a potion that had escaped from a cauldron:
  "I come from Eden Prime! I can't wait for us to land on the planet! I'm itching for the real deal!"
  And my hands itch to bury this miracle in the metal floor of the ship and say that it has always been like this! But the exalted brat with hero syndrome wasn't enough for a combat mission!
  As if confirming all my fears, it body gave out:
  "I'm sorry, Commander, but I'm going to die from waiting! This is the first time I've had such a task! And the Spectr is on board!"
  I already sympathize with the Spectr. And myself, too. I've never seen more of the Spectr in my life. At this rate, I can only see him in the hold before landing!
  "The Corporal!" I interrupted Jenkins' verbal diarrhea. "Don't rush to become heroes, do your job, follow orders and there won't be any problems."
  "That's easy for you to say, ma'am." the guy got upset. "You've proved yourself on the Torfan. Everyone knows what you are capable of!"
  It's good that NO ONE knows what I'm capable of! And it's a good thing I wasn't on that Torfan!
  "For me, this is a chance to show my superiors what I'm capable of!" The brave soldier persisted.
  You can die stupidly! The corporal opened his mouth to continue talking, and I realized that if he didn't just shut up, I would kill him myself, and the as yet unknown Nihlus Kraik would have to look for another candidate! The Corporal! I was glad to meet you. You can be free. And I pushed aside the stunned body and walked quickly to the command deck.
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