
You call out, voicing your discomfort and requesting a response. There is no response. You persist. As you do, from the shadows, a man approaches you. It's too dark to make out his face. He stops about a yard before the bars of your cell. As he folds his arms, he begins talking to you...
Quit the racket, this ship's antic engine makes it hard enough to ge a bit of shut eye even without your howling.
Since I'm already here, might as well stay and talk. I heard you got a proper bulogening from the Blus Suns. Hell, I can still *see* as much even under all this murk. Some nasty chaffing. Well I wanna let you know, I've got nothin' against you personally, though I can't say I'm especially fond of turian company. This is simply buisness.
I gotta say though, when I was picking you up, I almost felt bad for you, the way the goons were laying into you. Cowardly little shits, but that's the typical Blue Sun merc for you. I can't say you weren't asking for it, though. Tarak's been hunting you down for two years now. And the mounting costs of hunting you down sure ain't making him like you more. When you miraculously managed to escape Illuium undetected, I heard he shot two good men in in rage, well as good as batarians can be I guess. Your continued evasion of their little scavenger hunt must've been beginning to hurt more than it was worth. Had you held low for a bit longer, I think they would've dropped it soon enough. Blue Suns might be a bunch of sonofabitch bastards, but they know the value of a credit.
Tell me, though, how did they eventually find you? After Omega they seemed to have lost your trail almost entirely.
Hopefully you'll excuse me. This is all very sudden. Very confusing. I haven't the slightest idea what you mean. And my temples hurt.
You may be a cunning bastard, but I think I believe you. Small difference either which way. What a guddam pity you are. Who'd of thought the great illusive Archangel, vanquisher of evil, would end up as a sulking amnesiac, face flat in the mold and scum of my modest confines.
Archangel... Yes, that name means something to me. Something important close to my heart. You say that's who I was?
I wouldn't be lodging you if it were otherwise. I don't normally do this bell boy buisness, much less with the Blue Suns, that's for smaller fry, but times are tough and Tarak already gave me a pretty downpayment. He knows I always come out on top. And you're an important package.
This all sounds tremendously exciting, really, but I'm afraid in my current disposition it still rather confusing. It's quite sad really.
A little banged up in there aren't yah? Well I'll leave you to it.
(he turns, about to leave)
Would you share your name with me? Although I'm afraid I'll be unable to return the courtesy.
(without looking back, whilst slowly walking away)
Sure, you won't have much time to use it, though.
Name's Zaeed.