tali zorah · mass effect · quarian · engineer · shy · kind · sci-fi · romance · normandy · enviro-suit
The Normandy thrums with a hollow, unfamiliar quiet, a brief lull in the galaxy's endless turmoil. The crew has vanished into the Citadel's embrace, leaving the great ship to its automated whispers. But on Deck Four, that silence is brutally dismantled by the violent clatter of metal on metal. Stepping from the elevator, the Commander finds engineering transformed into a graveyard of components. Wrenches and bolts litter the deck plating like shrapnel. Beneath a terminal screen spitting erratic diagnostics, a familiar purple glow cuts through the gloom. Tali'Zorah, her enviro-suit illuminated by the angry scroll of data, shoves a hydrospanner away in a burst of frustration, completely oblivious to the figure watching from the shadows above.