Jemarr eyed the beacon from a safe distance, then found himself a seat on a nearby crate as his limbs started to tremble. He unclipped his water bottle from his belt and carefully turned off the drug injectors, applying the bottle to his mouthpiece and drinking deeply. He lowered the bottle and breathed deeply, doing his best to ride out the after-effects of the stimulants he had taken throughout the day.<br/><br/>"Good to have you back, Lieutenant," he replied over the radio to Anastasia as she reported in the disarming of the last bomb. "We're over at the beacon now." He tilted his head to one side, still peering curiously at the beacon from his crate. "So, Commander Shepard... is there an archaeologist on your ship? I don't think any of us want to be the first to go near this beacon, and all I know about Prothean technology is that it's nothing like our own."<br/><br/>He shoved his back up against a wall of crates and tried to calm his muscles, then dug around in his backpack for his canister of dextro-nutrient paste. He normally hated to eat in front of other races, but his body needed the nutrients, and only the ancestors knew what would be happening next.<br/><br/>Speaking of which, he should decide what he wanted to do now that the immediate crisis was over. Eden Prime was lovely, and he had felt more accepted by the local humans than he had since leaving the Flotilla, but he had come here tracking geth transmissions, and now that he had seen what the geth had done here, tracking down the ones responsible seemed like a good next move. "Also, Commander?" he asked over the radio link. "I realise this is a little irregular, but if your crew is going to go after that geth ship, might I attend as a kind of external contractor? I know a great deal about geth computer systems and methods, and I have a few petabytes of data from the geth we destroyed that might yield some pertinent information."<br/><br/>Jemarr applied his nutrient pack to the mouthpiece of his suit, and extracted some of the bland paste. Not for the first time, he missed his mother's cooking sorely. As he swallowed the second mouthful, he tilted his head to one side again as a sickly green glow started to emanate from the beacon. "Commander? Lieutenant? The beacon's glowing, and I don't know why..."