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"Done."

To Horizon they go.

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Miranda vanishes into her office. "I know this is very important, but you've got other combatants, and I've got no inention of giving him any time to safeguard against me," she says.

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Mordin hails her almost immediately after their heading is declared. "Excellent timing on Collector attack - finished countermeasure against paralytic agents a short time ago. Uses subsonics to make Collector bugs lose sensory input, complex predefined behavior in small area around user. In effect, should prevent bugs from detecting us."

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"Awesome, glad to hear it. Want to come along, or are you gonna be busy? I'm thinking of bringing Harry and you'd make a good tactical complement."

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"Shepard, no time for jokes. Opportunity to directly collect data on Collectors. Never too busy for that."

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"Hey, if you wanted to be more hands-off about it I wouldn't say no! But I'll be glad to have you."

Next up, "Harry, wanna come fight some shit with us next mission?"

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"Hell yeah. I wonder if the Collectors do the bug-guts thing when they explode? Only one way to find out, I guess."

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"Looking forward to it!"

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"Approaching Horizon," Joker says. "Stealth systems fully engaged - I have no intention of getting my baby bisected again. And... yep, there's the fuckhuge Collector vessel."

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"Hooray," June says dryly. "All right, let's go kick some ass, shall we?"

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Shuttle, planetside.

They land in a ghost town. The prefabs are empty, and there are knuckle-sized wasps flying everywhere.

Shepard's comm buzzes. Miranda speaks. "I performed some independent research, and it looks like you have a friend planetside. N7 operative Mortimer Halliwell was assigned to this planet a few weeks ago... ostensibly to assist in the installation of some anti-aircraft towers. Whatever intel we had indicating that this planet was a Collector target, the Alliance had it too."

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"Oh boy. That's exciting. Thanks for the heads up."

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"No problem. I've decided to double-check all intel I ever received from a Cerberus source, since apparently I was supposed to be doing that the entire Goddamn time... sorry, whining. Lawson out."

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"You know what, I like her," Harry says. "To the enemy-occupied spaceport? Crushing any foes in our path?"

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"I think I might like her too. Yeah, let's do it."

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Apart from the buzzing of the bugs, there's nothing as they move through the dead city.

Then there's a louder buzzing overhead and to the east, rapidly drawing closer.

"- suspect our presence has been noticed by Collector forces," Mordin murmurs. "Bugs still incapable of affecting us, but ground troops - mm, aerial troops - may present problem."

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"They may fucking try," June corrects cheerfully. "Bug stew for lunch, anybody?"

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A small squadron of Collectors buzzes into view.

Harry concentrates, and the core of the squadron spirals, burning, into the ground. The remainder loosen their formation and start taking potshots with their... laser guns?

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"Are laser guns another thing that happened while I was dead or is this some bullshit?"

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"Personal-scale photon weapons highly energy-inefficient, not usually powerful enough to make up for deficits!" Mordin calls as he ducks into cover. "Presumably Collector tech obviates usual considerations!"

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Harry pulls out an SMG and starts firing back. "Or they just think it's cool! I want laser guns!"

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"Aww. If we steal a laser gun, you can have dibs." She gets into cover and starts picking off Collectors with her charming personality sniper rifle.

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The exploratory force of Collectors does not last long against their combined might. (There is an absolutely excessive amount of fire that this team can produce.)

It turns out that Collectors dissolve into foul slime when killed. Mordin collects some in a vial, which he secures in his lab coat.

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"Pre-stewed! I think I'll pass for now."

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"Glad of air filtration mask," Mordin comments. "Reinforcements likely imminent; double-time?"

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