
You toil at the bars. To no avail. You struggle with them longer. All you manage is to make a lot of noise. It seems to have attracted someone's attention, as when you look up, a figure stands in the shadows. You can't quite make out the face.
Hahaha! What a pitiful sight! The infamous Archangel himself helplessly clawing at the bars of his rutsty old cage. Pathetic.
Excuse me, but I do not know why I presently find myself incarcerated. Instead of this mockery, perhaps you'd care to inform me.
Heh. Musta' been hit pretty hard on that skull of your's. Damn, this is surreal. Never imagined they'd finally catch you. Sure I'll tell you, but that just might make the remaing wait all the more miserable.
Archangel, reduced to such a miserable slob. Whaddya know?
Yes. "Archangel," I recognise the name, please tell me more.
If you truly don't remember, the gist of it is that the Blue Suns, the sons of bitches they are, have been after your scaly ass for the past two years trying to nail you down. Now it seems they have.
So what would I be doing on this dinky old vessel?
Dinky, 'ey? EVALSA's small, and her engines won't let you sleep a wink, but she can pack a wallop when the need arises. Served me just fine and kept me safe all these years. Can't say the same for Tyro, old Krogan nut, told him to stay clear of those cargo shutters once we where airborne. Heh, but he had a helluva flight, took out a whole pirate frigate with nothing but a missile launcher and guddamn Krogan tenacity. That must've been the fight of his life, and as it happened, the last one.
But back to you. I'm dropping you off at Omega, back to Tarak, he's gonna want to settle some scores with you. There's also Garm, Blood Pack leader, says he wants to meet you face to face. And you know what that means coming from a Krogan. Painful prospects, almost feel bad about shipping you, but the bounty's big, and I'm only the carrier.
I can't say I understand why I'm involved in any of this.
During the hunt you must've slipped up once. When they got hold of you I don't expect any of the mooks held their punches. You took out legions of them with that rifle of yours. I guess I was actually sorta rootin' for you all that time. Anything that stings Vido is good in my book. But, alas, you're here now.
Enjoy your final moments of peace.
(he turns and begins to leave)
Could I get your name?
(as his figure sinks entirely into the darkness, he replies)
Zaeed.