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The Benefactor

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Shepard:

 

  I heard through the grapevine about your actions on Eden Prime.  Good Job kicked robo ass out there.  You do not know me, but I would like to extend a bit of charity for your hunt of the rouge spectre.  I am having a set of 3 custom pistols delivered to the spectre office for you.  I have done it before for Nihlus on many occasions and it is the least I could do for you for trying to save my friend.  I will be in contact again soon Shepard.  May the stars light your turbulent path.

 

A Benefactor

 

Shepard:

 

  Feros must have been tough on you.  Seeing all those humans controlled by a murder plant controlling a green Asari.  I pray her biotics are not poisonous now.  I hope the guns came in handy against the geth.  They are truly amazing and I wish fear had not pushed them away all those years ago.  Anyway, if you land on the Citadel anytime soon I got something special waiting for you with one of my good friends.  All you need to do is enter the Consort’s Chambers.  My contact knows you are coming.  Stay clear of mind.

   

A Benefactor

 

Shepard:

 

  An Asari scholar barely out of adolescence?  My my commander you sure know how to pick them.  She is a very smart one I’ll give you that.  Ms.T’Soni has a bright future before her and I believe that you are going to be the catalyst.  I hope Sha’Ira’s words were helpful to you and your journey.  I asked her to give you advice along with those prototype biotic amps.  They are suppose to be more comfortable and easier to manage.  I would not know if they worked well since I am not a biotic. Stay sharp.      

 

A Benefactor

 

Shepard:

  

  You must have froze your ass of out there commander.  Noveria is no joke when it comes to ice and overall unpleasantness.  I have done a lot of work from there and I hated every minute of my time on that block of Ice.  I’m glad my contact caught you before you left for the labs.  Those suits should have helped stave off the cold more than your current gear.  Do not worry about that Rachni queen I had some people smuggle her to a planet outside of the council's jurisdiction.  Look out for more goodies Shepard.  

 

A Benefactor

 

Shepard:

 

  We all have to make hard decisions in our life.  The best thing you can do for yourself is move on.  I can not say I am upset that your volatile and occasionally racist friend is gone, but I am happy that krogan of yours still breathes.  I took the liberty of sending you the location of a weapon’s cache on the citadel.  Maybe a new shotgun and sniper rifle will cheer up your teammates a bit.  I made sure the rifle would be able to sync up with Vakarian’s visor.  I will be in touch soon.

 

A Benefactor

 

Shepard:

 

  Glad you made it off Citadel commander.  The council is losing their shit over that stunt you pulled.  One of my contacts gave your executive officer a box containing speciality ammo.  It is mainly cryo and incendiary, but I also gave you a good amount of my personal stash of Thresher maw acid rounds.  THEY ARE HIGHLY TOXIC!  I do not recommend practicing with them.  The best use would be large organics and synthetics that take some time to take down.  One bullet puts them on their ass.  Give them hell Shepard,  we are counting on you.  

 

A Benefactor

 

Shepard:

 

  Holy shit you actually saved the Citadel.  Those assholes on the counce do not know just how easily they could have fucked us all over.  I do believe you deserve a few drinks commander.  Head to Chora’s Den and tell them Noel sent you.  The bartenders will put whatever you and your crew want on my tab.  Yes Noel is my name and that is all you should probably ever know about me other than my kind gift giving ways.  Maybe we will meet one day, but for now let us keep some mystery to our liaison.

 

A Benefactor

 

Shepard:

 

  Did you seriously try to look me up in the C-sect database?  Oh honey, no.  They never have and never will gain anything on me.  I am to fucking thorough for that.  Are you that desperate to meet me in person?  I suppose I could meet you if you really want to.  You are a spectre and all.  How about we meet at Flux tonight?  I have been meaning to try that place out.  I will approach you so do not worry about finding me.  Bring your Krogan and Asari.  I have a few gifts to give.

 

A Benefactor

 

  John Shepard was nervous as he sat beside Liara and Wrex in the pulsating club.  The mysterious benefactor had given his team an edge in their fights that definitely made the entire mission a lot smoother.  His curiosity was killing him and now he finally gets to put a name to a face.  The lively synth beat washed over them as they waited and their anticipation was growing.

 

“Normally I charge for these little meet and greets, but for the savior of the citadel I will make an exception.”  A voice purred with a synthetic overlay.

 

  Shepard snapped his head around and stared in fascination at the person before him.  A curved yet willowy male Quarian stood before them with his arms crossed and hip jutted out in a casual contrapposto stance.  He moved forward and leaned on the table in front of Shepard. 

 

“Noel, pleased to finally meet you face to face my dear commander.”

 

“You’re a Quarian?”  Wrex gruffed.  “I was expecting a Turian, Hell even another krogan, but never did I think of a damn Quarian.”

 

  Noel laughed cheerfully at his words.

 

“That’s why I like to keep the mysterious vibe going.  It is much better for business.