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[By the background, Kaidan, outwardly a normal-looking dark haired man in his mid-30s, is still on the ship. Still beside the pod that's disgorged him even, as a blurry nameplate can be made out behind him if you squint. His own communicator has come to him in the form of a datapad, which he's currently holding out in from of him with the slight abstracted furrow to his brow commonly seen amongst iPad users as they try to make sure the camera's focusing. Some things carry down across centuries, apparently.]

Look. I don't know where the hell I am, but this sure as hell isn't the shuttle down to Vancouver. Everything's saying 'ship', but I'm not hearing engine noise and what little I've seen says this thing is way too big to be stealthed.

And there's another thing--

[He turns the datapad to let its camera pickup take in the pods along the corridor.]

That's not normal cryostasis like I'd call it. It looks more like prothean tech. So if anyone's picking up on this frequency, I could use a few answers.

[After a moment more, he stares at the camera and awkwardly rubs at the back of his neck with one hand as he's recalled to manners and lets the irritated command slide out of his voice.]

Uh. Please?

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[One hand has curled halfway to a mnemonic as they get closer to the unknown outside. Just in case. The other is steadying his duffle, keeping it from crashing into any occupied pods as he grows a little abstracted.]

I'm not holding out hope for modern electronics, but if the outside's got any electricity, or past infrastructure for it, I, uh... could probably rig up some primitive radio transmitters. No real wi-fi, nothing even approaching encryption, so security would all be down to shifting frequencies and spoken word code like in those old historical war vids... but it'd be something.

Maybe.

Sounds like a better plan than anything we've got. [Sure, she would've gotten there once her mind was off of military things, but now Kaidan's here to make it a priority.] What'll you need?

Transistors'll be the big one. If they've got any electronics here at all, no matter how dead, there should be some in there. If I have those, I can do a lot, although... I'm going to be flailing around in the dark, Shepard. [He sounds vaguely apologetic, and his free hand lifts to rub at the back of his neck.]

This is the kind of thing I remember playing with in science class back on Jump Zero. Kid stuff, a step past sticking wired-up coins in a potato to make a lightbulb turn on. Taking it and turning it into field-ready tech's going to be work.

Uh... wiring. Wiring in general. Circuit boards, or plastic I can use for them. I'll have to find a way to make speakers... and then there's the whole thing with broadcast range...

[He coughs a bit, glancing over in her direction with a rueful smile.]

Maybe you should just tell me some good spots to scrounge or people to talk to.

Rhade, Kay, and a man who just goes by 'the Doctor'. Any technology this place has, they've probably got their hands in it. [She would've tried to get him his supplies, really she would've, but he's given her an out and she's taking it just this once.] If Rhade doesn't answer, you can reach him through Dylan Hunt. Kay probably answers better to 'Agent K'--that's how he introduces himself, from what I've heard. And the Doctor-... [She lets out a dry and ultimately conceding chuckle.] Well, when it comes down to it, he sticks his nose pretty much anywhere I've been, so I've got no doubt that you'll meet him sooner rather than later.

Agent K and 'The Doctor'.

[He shakes his head slightly at the terribly mysterious names, but the information has no doubt been squirrelled away, along with the third option.]

How far do you trust them?

[Shorthand: how much should he tell them?]

[To the first bit, a wry smile.] Around here? You take what you can get.

[As for the trust question, that's a bit more of a serious question.]

The Doctor's harmless. A little off-beat, but he doesn't leave you much room not to trust. [She shakes her head a little.] You'll see what I mean when you meet him. [Read as: See that he's preeeetty much one big science-loving puppy.]

Rhade and Hunt are two of our closer allies so far, not that that says too much--until I pull together some kind of security protocol and weed out the informants, we can't afford any sort of closer alliance. You can trust them, though. Hunt more than Rhade, Hunt's the CO and a little more of a 'people person', but Rhade's got the eye for technology, so there you go.

Kay... Honestly, the jury's still out on this one. I'm almost positive he's not playing for the enemy, but I've got no guarantees he's on our side, either.

Lone gunman... well, I'll see if I can work up a few pitches that would align self-interest with our interests.

[There's a pause, and then a rueful private smile as he realizes that they... haven't actually spelled out what interests those might be and whether his align with Shepard's.

It seems that, absent a Cerberus presence to fear is manipulating everything Shepard-related, he's defaulted back to assuming their goals are in the same direction. He continues with a slightly abstracted look as he mulls this assumption over.]

For the others, I'll look them up as soon as I do a little recon of the area, find a place to work out from under prying eyes.

[And considering in her head, it was Ashley who gave her Cerberus connections the finger, that thought doesn't quite occur to her, either. While she's still very much conflicted about the fact that he's alive at all, she may or may not be taking for granted that they're on the same side here.]

Report back when you do. The more intel we can pick up about this place, the better.

Good thing we've got Liara with us, then.

[He hasn't been clued in that she's the new Shadow Broker, but even Alliance intel knows she's gone into the information gathering side of things.]

Speaking of... should we join up with her and find some place not a creepy derelict ship to catch up?

It sure doesn't hurt.

[And to the question, she's nodding toward an open door ahead. The door--light's shining in through the opening, casting across the dimmer lighting inside of the ship.]

Where'd you think we were headed?

[VIDEO, shifting to ACTION potentially | 001: Arrival]

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