As we prepare to head for Virmire, we get a message from Admiral Hackett of the Alliance 5th Fleet. It seems that the VI that controls the combat training scenarios at the military base on the moon has gone rogue, and he’d like your help to shut it down. Mom tells him that we’ll get to it when we can.

Hackett: I know that you’re a Spectre now, but you’re still Alliance Navy, too. We could use you for this one, Commander.

Me: So, are we actually gonna go help him, or did you just tell him that we would.

Mom: I just told him that we would.

Me: I figured as much.

Me: So, I guess all that’s left to do is wipe out the remaining Rachni.

Mom: Nah, let’s leave ‘em. With those two out of the way, I’m going to become their new Queen.

Me: I… don’t think it works that way. And even if it did, the Queen just said that these Rachni are messed up in the head and can’t be commanded.

Mom: Well, whatever. I still think it’ll be more interesting to leave them around.

Me: Alright then. Well, in that case… I guess we’re done with this planet.

Mom: Let’s get out of here!

We hop on the tram and head back to the Normandy, leaving the people at Rift Station to slowly get slaughtered by the Rachni.

Me: Before we move on, I should probably give you some important backstory information. Hundreds of years ago, the galaxy was attacked by these bug aliens, called Rachni.

Mom: Okay.

Me: They were really tearing everyone up. You know those dinosaur monster guys, like the one we’ve got on our team?

Mom: Yeah.

Me: The other races in the galaxy went to those guys and said, “we’ll give you a lot of guns and power if you’ll wipe out the bugs.” They agreed, and drove the Rachni to extinction. BUT, once that was done, they kept going, and started trying to take over the galaxy.

Mom: …Alright.

Me: So in retaliation, the other races made a bioweapon, which made most of the dinosaur people sterile. Only about 1 out of every 1000 of their pregnancies are viable now.

Mom: Do you seriously want me to work this hard at this?

Me: …Alright, fine, the only important thing you need to know is that the bug monsters are supposed to be extinct but for some reason a lot of them are lurking around in this lab.

Garrus says that he’s heard about a krogan mercenary named Wrex that the Shadow Broker’s hired to take care of Fist, and suggests that he might be useful.

Mom blows him off. “We don’t need ‘im.”

Me: What do you think that guy’s deal is?

Mom: Do we care?

Me: So do you want to go straight to the Council hearing or do you wanna look around a bit?

Mom: No way let’s just go.

Me: But this is the center of galactic civilization and culture! Don’t you wanna see all the weird aliens and stuff?

Mom: Nah.

Me: A…Alright.

Mom: Look, you gotta realize by now. I’m only in this for one thing. The cash.