# Rebirth The Mass Effect is old. part 30-4

Аноним Nytare

3 days later. Flight to the rendezvous point with Normandy.

Chapter 30.4 3 days later.

Three days flew by unnoticed, and I remembered again why I so dislike treating through a direct connection. No, the method is EXTREMELY effective, fast, and allows you to actually pull the patient out of the grave, endowing the patient with powerful metamorph regeneration, but the side effects, though not fatal, are unpleasant. When the ship left the stage in the system, where the Normandy was already supposed to be waiting for us, I was barely able to regain coordination of movements, having stopped sticking from the feeling of a limb that was not yet fully formed, which I already had in a completely healthy state. The Turians watched me with a bit of irony, Tali only looked in a couple of times to make sure I was okay.

I crawled to the control room with the matyugs and fell into the copilot's seat, kindly vacated by Garrus. My body stabilized and no longer tried to turn me into a Turian, returning to my usual mode of operation, although the phantom tips still held.

"I hate such methods." I muttered, examining the chitinous plate dissolving into the skin. "The body then brawls."

Nihlus grinned, watching the instruments with half an eye. The corvette was heading towards the planet in superlight.

"You looked it... interesting."

"Don't be sarcastic. You haven't seen it yet, when there was a wave of uncontrollable metamorphoses." I yawned into all the fangs that I hadn't managed to turn into human teeth yet. "That's a monster come out."

"But I liked it." Garrus muttered sarcastically, leaning over the back of the pilot's seat and happily burying his face in my overgrown hair. "I've never seen anything like it."

He should have seen it! Once, while learning this very direct connection after another semi-amoebic appearance, I freaked out and scored myself on the level of instinct: when I lose control of my body, it takes one of three combat transformations, depending on the situation. And Garrus just witnessed me sleeping in the middle of the infirmary in such a transformation. The hefty armored beast definitely found understanding in the Turian. After the first stupor has passed.

"How is Saren?"

"Normal." I yawned. "At least it can already be shown to other people's eyes. The most critical thing has been fixed: the nervous system has reached a completely autonomous existence, the brain is working normally, the circulatory system has been restored, and the internal organs too. The spine is still weak, but all the defects and old injuries have been fixed. The new vertebrae are still very fragile. They will get stronger to a normal state only after ten to fifteen days." I yawned again. "In general, the entire skeleton has been restored. The left arm still doesn't look its best, of course, but it's already there and functioning. The rest can be improved with energy replenishment and natural regeneration."

"How is his mind?" Nihlus asked quietly.

"I haven't even touched it yet. As long as he sleeps, nothing terrible will happen. His physical condition was much worse. Indoctrination could have started like an avalanche at any moment, and it would have been impossible to save him even with my capabilities. And so... The risk was too great."

Nihlus switched control to autopilot.

"Are you going to transfer it to the Normandy?"

"No."

The green eyes blinked in surprise.

"But why? We'll fly two ships to the Citadel, and then we'll leave this one in the hangar. I don't think Sparatus will give us a parking space for a small corvette."

"And the real reason?" Nihlus grinned, giving me a quick, sarcastic look.

"I like it here." I honestly admitted. "No one is poisoning your nerves, no worries and problems with the experimental trough and its childhood sores. And your ships are more convenient. They're just more comfortably made."

"The Spectre ship is designed to be inhabited indefinitely by the Spectre himself and his battle group, if any." Nihlus shrugged his shoulders. "Such corvettes are specially designed for the needs of the Special Corps."

"Do I have the same one?"

"Practically, yes. Only the newer model."

"So it's time for me to take a young pilot course. But it will be a little later." my stomach croaked plaintively, reminding me that I absolutely needed to put something in it. "I'm going to loot Saren's food supplies. How much longer to fly?"

"About twenty minutes."

"Good." I got up and stretched.

As I was leaving the control room, I added:

"By the way. I managed to save his biotics."

Nihlus shuddered and turned around.

"Rin... Saren has never been a biotic."