19th January, 2185
The Collector base has been destroyed, my ties to Cerberus are cut, and Orianna is secure. My father still searches for the both of us, but I've made sure that he will be on a wild goose chase for a year and a half. Who did he think he was, to make me perfect? He had no idea of the expectation I'd be held to. If only there was a way I could spite him; put a big, glaring splotch on his legacy. For now, I am left to be a vigilante with Shepard and the rest of her crew. It will suffice until I find a new purpose.
Miranda Lawson sat up from the desk in her quarters and went to join Shepard on the bridge. She was up on the command platform, studying the map of the galaxy.
"So, what are we to do next, Commander?" Miranda asked, standing at Shepard's side.
Shepard sighed and brushed her red hair to the side. "Right now, just a few distress signals, a job on Illium, and a few Alliance fetch assignments."
"I suggest that we complete minor work for now, allow the team some easy work while they recover from Omega 4." Miranda said, "Then, later, we can look at bigger ops."
"Sounds fine to me." Shepard said, setting coordinates for the ship. "We'll check out a wreck in the Traverse. Get Thane ready, then grab your gear."
"Right away." Miranda said and strutted back into the elevator.
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A short while later, the team's shuttle was getting close to the planet's surface. Miranda had the briefing information.
"It appears that this ship was owned by a private party, as it lacks any kind of insignia or marking." She read off of her datapad.
"It is strange to see an unaffiliated vessel this deep in the Traverse." Thane commented. "This system is thick with Blood Pack mercenaries."
"That'll be the problem, the Blood Pack are already looting the wreckage." Miranda said, examining the scans.
"We'll need to get as close as possible to the crash, to minimize any damage to the remains." Shepard said, "We're coming in, weapons out!"
The shuttle door opened and the team dropped straight into the hot zone, dropping countless Vorcha and Krogan fighting their way to the wreck. There were a few cases of palladium scattered outside the remains, along with some credits and a few blueprints. Once inside, they searched for the security room to find a log of events leading up to the crash. They found a recording of a conversation logged in the QEC records. The speakers said,
"We've almost reached our destination, sir." The first voice said, "We have avoided the Blood Pack thus far."
"Make sure that you do, Captain." The second warned, "You won't get a second chance."
Miranda's eyes lit with surprise. "That's my father's voice!"
"Was he onboard?" Shepard asked.
"No, all of the casualties were identified, he must have been the one transmitting." Thane concluded.
"Let's keep listening." Shepard said.
"I know sir, we won't disappoint." The captain returned. "You'll get what you need."
"I know that my faith was not misplaced." He paused for a moment. "My daughter has made me wary of betrayal."
"You have a daughter, sir?"
"Two, actually. I never married, however. They were grown in a lab."
"Genetic engineering, eh?"
"Precisely. I bred them to be perfect, in intelligence, endurance, and appearance."
"You wanted them to have the looks to get by in life?"
"That, in addition to their other factors. I can't stand a fat woman, so I gave them great bodies and put healthy habits into their brains."
Miranda crossed her arms. "Judging bastard." She mumbled.
"I'll see you when we get the goods, sir."
"Good, Lawson out." The recording ended.
The team salvaged what items were left and returned to the Normandy. Miranda sat in her quarters playing that one sentence over and over again in her head. I can't stand a fat woman, I cant stand a fat woman... That's it! She thought, He wanted me to be physically perfect. If he hates fat, that means I love it. That's how I'll become imperfect.
She decided to get help from someone, of course, she wouldn't tell them what she was actually doing. That person was,
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