You start your trek through the dessert, and as you leave the makeshift camp, you pass more of the EVALSA's wreckage: a mangle of metal so disfigured from it's original form you pause for a second marveling at the extent of your luck. How anything survived the crash remains a mystery of the universe. As you continue, you come to find your uninvited guests were not as lucky. It's not easy counting causalities when instead of bodies you're dealing with their barely identifiable parts, but you seem to make out at least nine individual arms.

 
ZAEED

Batarian scum. Like I said, the EVALSA never fails.

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