Jemarr clutched his helmet as the ship emitted its unearthly screech, the tiny pinpricks of light behind his visor vanishing as he screwed up his eyes in pain. He jabbed at the controls of his helmet, but to no avail. "Can't... shut it out..." he muttered, before slumping against a rock as the sound faded away.<br/><br/>He shook his head as he pushed himself back to his feet, staring at the retreating shape of the ship. "That didn't sound like any mass effect drive I've ever heard. But no drive I've seen should be able to make a ship that size move like that either. Everything is wrong here." He taps his helmet a few times and shakes his head again. "I'm alright. Where to next?"<br/><br/>Jemarr listened to the incoming transmission from Chief Williams and called up his own map of the area as she and Anastasia talked. "Well, if that ship was after the Prothean artifact, looks like the Eden Prime defences were too good for them."<br/><br/>He copied the route from Anastasia's map and started jogging along after her, musing as he ran. "Great ancestors, a Prothean beacon. Who knows what the humans will get out of this?" All spacefaring races of the galaxy had benefitted greatly from discovering ancient Prothean technology, but humanity seemed to have a knack for exploiting such discoveries more quickly and fully than even the salarians. Despite his exhaustion and fear, a thrill of excitement ran through the young quarian's body at the thought of being present at what might be another turning point in the history of a species.<br/><br/>The local tram station loomed closer on Jemarr's map, and soon he could look down on it from the ridge. He tapped a sequence on his helmet and magnified his visor's vision until he could spot an Alliance squad approaching the station. Relieved to be joining up with superior numbers, he started picking his way down the ridge as Anastasia radioed in their presence on the Alliance encrypted channel.