The SSV Normandy was aboard the Star Destroyer 'Roscoe'. The ship was being repaired and refueled. It turned out that the Normandy was malfunctioning and that due to the numerous battles in space it was operating poorly. Technicians dealt with the damage done by the pirates. The work was difficult , but nothing in life is easy.

Matteo was in the cafeteria eating a cake. It was green , had whipped cream and a crumbly bottom. Apparently it was a chef's cake. A cup of cappucino was added to the cake. The cake was even good. It tasted good. It was not too sweet. Mhmm , a very good cake. Excellent. One Michelin star for the chef is due.

Then a person sat down at Matteo's table. He had gray hair and stubble. He was dressed in a brown suit. He looked at Shepard , taking a piece of cake into his mouth. He swallowed and gulped down his coffee.

"Dude , let me tell you , this cake rules. Totally , this cake is sweeping. I love to eat it. It's so delicious. I feel like paying the chef for the recipe." he said.

"Who the fuck are you?" Matteo asked.

"Ah , where are my manners! Mobius. Agent Mobius , nice to meet you," he stuck out his hand. Matt shook it.

"Thor. God of storms."

"Thunder comes after lightning. Kachow!" Mobius surprised Shepard. "Good , and what is your real name?"

"Matteo Lorien Shepard De Arienze" the Canadian gave his real name. Mobius' eyes widened.

"It's you! The famous Commander Shepard! I don't believe it! I can autograph it! I collect autographs of famous people!" Mobius took out of his pocket a notebook with a big gold TVA inscription and a pen. Matt took the pen and signed his name. He then handed the pen back to Mobius. The man put everything in his pocket.

"What country are you from?" Mobius asked.

"I'm from Canada. And you?"

"THE US. Canada? Not a bad country. I'm a fan of Hayden Christiensen. You were once in Toronto - not a bad city. I have to go there again someday. "

"What do you think of contemporary cinema?" Matt started a new topic.

"You know , I think movies should be made for the people , for the fans. No LGBT ideologies or Feminism. It should be pure entertainment and fun to watch. Nowadays , everything is made just for the box office. And that's not how it used to be. I still remember the good old movies. Air force one , Hunt for red October , Revenge of the Sith , Jumper. It used to be not what it is now."

"I there rarely watch movies in the cinema and have little honestly to say. But , you are right - entertainment is the most important thing." Matt admitted. Mobius took a piece of cake and ate it.

"You know what I'll tell you. I love water motorboats. Seriously! It's so addictive. Floating on the water with it. I say , you have to try it sometime. It's so addictive," Mobius extolled. Matt milked the cake and sipped his coffee.

"Thank you for talking Mobius." He got up from his chair and headed for the exit. Mobius busied himself with the cake. It's nice to meet someone.

Matt was going to the gunsmith to pick up his weapons. He couldn't remember when he did a weapons inspection. It's worth doing now rather than later , otherwise things could be worse with the weapons. It's worth insuring for the future.

Matt approached the gunsmith. He was a bald man with a mustache. His name was Porter. His girlfriend's name was Betsy and she was an FBI agent. He is brilliant and mentally handicapped at the same time. He became interested in weapons as a hobby. He is not a fan of shooting , but when it comes to disassembling weapons and looking inside it is his hobby , passion.

Porter stopped longing at the blaster and looked at Shepard. "Ah , Mr. Commander. You came to N7 Valkyrie , correct?"

"Yes," Matteo answered. Porter nodded and went to get his gun. Matt looked around his office - a mass of tools and repair items. Recently, Porter had taken an interest in sewing and making various armor and suits. In addition, there were numerous disassembled blasters on the desk. Clearly Porter was not bored.

Gunsmith returned with Shepard's blaster and set it down. "I've strengthened the energy cells. Not only does it shoot faster , but it doesn't overheat. I noticed that the blaster had a problem shooting double fire. One of the tubes wore out and burned. Now it should be working. I polished it and cleaned it. It shines like silver. I applied new lines - the previous ones were barely visible and terribly unkept. I've added a pinning function to the side , to make it easier, and thought about adding a bayonet, so that in the event of a close clash, I can drive the blade into the enemy." He explained. Matteo was satisfied. He took the blaster in his hand and aimed it at the wall. It lay perfectly in his hands. He strapped the weapon to his right side. He put his hands on the countertop.

"Do you have any handguns?" You know , machetes , swords , katanas," the Canadian asked. Porter took from the counter , three weapons and laid them down.

"I have an old-fashioned machete used by Somali pirates , a Japanese Tanto and my own sword 'Sylvie' - it's made of rare metals and emerald. It is ideal for cutting and piercing through thick bulletproof vests. So what do you choose?" Porter presented the weapons. Matteo took the Tanto and 'Sylvie' without any hesitation.

"Good choice Commander. Anything else?" Porter asked. Matt took out a piece of paper and handed it over.

"Here's a list of items needed for the 'Normandy' Provide items for the ship. I'd appreciate it," Matt smiled. Porter took the list in his hand and read it.

"A lot of , things you wish for , but it can be done." He said "I'll start collecting slowly , but it will take some time. I have a lot of orders to do," he explained. Matt nodded his head.

"Sure , take your time," he said. He then walked away to Porter and continued on his way.

Matteo walked over to Zoe - a tattoo artist doing , wonderful tattoos. In general, Zoe was an artist and painted numerous pictures with sprays. She had dyed short hair and wore a T-shirt with the Alliance logo on the shoulders. The girl looked at him.

"Oh , Shepard. What can I do for you?" She asked.

"You can decorate my armor. You know , add numerous motifs and marks." He said.

"Sure. Choose the patterns , and I'll add them. " Zoe handed Matteo a book of patterns. Matt took the book and started looking through the patterns.

After a few hours , Shepard's armor was ready. It contains numerous decorations such as Torgutan tattoos , which look like wolf fangs. The commander's name and the flag of Canada - the country he came from. On the lapel , there were numerous patterns and symbols. The entire armor was decorated. Matt put it on and thanked Zoe by paying her. He left the room walking away.

Matt went to the chief mechanic , who was in charge of 'Normandy'. The man was pressing something on a tablet , while the others were repairing the ship's hull.

The SSV Normandy SR-3 was developed by the Systems Alliance with the cooperation of the Turians and the financial support of the Citadel Council. Compared to the previous two ships , the Normandy SR-3 is many times faster and more maneuverable. Thanks to the Hyperdrive , which was taken from an old cruiser from the old Republic era. It is three times larger than its predecessors and has better armaments. The Normandy has done many missions and is expected to do many more. Unfortunately, like every ship in the galaxy , it has numerous faults that require repairs. Recently , the 'Normandy' has had a lot of problems. It's time to fix it.

The chief mechanic stopped stewing in the tablet and looked at Shepard. He was dumbfounded that now he noticed a person of higher rank. His hands began to shake with fear. He was afraid of what he would do to him. Matt sensed the fear. He added strength in him. The commander looked at him with stern eyes.

"What was that supposed to mean?" He muttered, clenching his fist. The older man was horrified.

"Sir. I can explain it all. I've been getting a ton of reports from my people, and I've been going through old reports on repairs and overhauls of the 'Normandi'. The ship was not reviewed for a long time. No one looked at the ship for a long time. Until today," he explained in horror. Matt could feel the dark side of the Force flowing through he felt great. He felt like taking his lightsaber and stabbing it into the mechanic's body. But , instead, he raised his hand and began to choke the mechanic. He then lifted him above the ground. The older man was grabbing at his throat and losing air with each passing moment. His eyes were turning red. His lungs began to run out of oxygen. Matteo threw him against the crates. The man stood up taking in air greedily.

"Don't let me down again!" Matt growled and walked away. The man nodded and went back to his back in pain.

Matteo returned to Normandy. He received a message , that Dr. Lucian did something for him. Shepard immediately went aboard to the lab. When he went inside he saw Mac along with Rosalia. In the middle stood a red chair with some kind of machine.

"Hello Matteo." Ros greeted him. "I'm glad you came." She smiled.

"Likewise," Matt said. Mac looked at him.

"Sit in this chair" He pointed to the machine. Matt, without any question, walked over to the machine and sat down.

"Now relax. In a moment you will be in another world." Mac said turning on the machine. After a moment, darkness appeared in front of Matteo's eyes.