It was at that moment that John's VI chose to manifest.<br/><br/>'Lieutenant Esone is correct, Lieutenant Commander. The files taken from the Collector cruiser's archives indicate that the station is simply an upsized version of its smaller counterparts. Thus, if the Cruiser-class vessels are identical in construction to the station, it would be reasonable to expect Seeker production and storage facilities to be located near the vessel's power plant.'<br/><br/>Shepard nodded. 'Do it. Just try not to blow the core or any of the important functions while we're still on board. Gravity and life support tend to be useful in ops like these. Any questions? No? Good. Meeting adjourned. Good luck, everyone.'<br/><br/>Mordin perked up at the mention of Seeker swarms. 'Already prepared solution to Seeker paralysis. Team Four Exalts especially resistant to damage, judging by prior conflict--should be excellent test platforms! Yes,<span style="font-style: italic">yes</span>.'<br/><br/>John cringed, his right buttock still stinging from the injection. He shot Shepard an angry glare as he and the others filed out to their stations. She'd insisted that Mordin inject him in the ass, simply because he beat her in a video game. Jerk.<br/><br/>And now here he stood, making one last gear check in the<span style="font-style: italic">Normandy's</span>hangar bay. Armor sealing at one hundred percent. Biotic barriers and amp at full. EV thruster pack fully fueled and prepped. Mag-boots functional. Pistol at his side, shotgun on his back. Life support and armor power read green. He was ready for war, or at least as ready as one could be in the face of the Collectors. The ship was quiet. Eerily so, in fact. A hush had settled over the vessel, the only noise the nearly inaudible hum of engines. He suddenly realized just what the Quarian had meant when she  discussed her fears of silence.<br/><br/>'All teams stand by,' Shepard said over the ship's PA system. 'Preparing for Omega 4 Mass Relay jump in three...two...one.'