To: Whoever This Is
From: Jonn Whitson
Hey, Aria gave me this address. I think I met you at Afterlife on Omega. You stopped me from joining up with those mercs that were trying to take out Archangel.
Man, I was so pissed off at you. I got blind drunk that night, and it was a few days later before I got it together enough to check the news vids and saw that almost all those mercs had gotten killed by Archangel.
I don't know who you are or if you got out of there alive yourself, but thanks. I felt really stupid when I heard the body count, and how I could have been part of it. I'll make the most with what you did for me.
To: Jonn Whitson
From: A Friend
Glad to hear that you're alright. I managed to get out myself.
You know how lucky you were this time, but what about the next time? If you're dead-set on being a merc you should realize that dying is something that might happen. There's no way around it, even with the biggest guns or the toughest crew. If that's something you're uncomfortable with, don't be a merc. If you're dead set on risking your neck, do it trying to make a difference.
Good luck out there kid.
To: Aria T'Loak
I don't know how the hell you got my extranet address, but I'm giving you a fair warning. If I end up getting crap messages because of you, I'm bringing that miserable rock down on your head. If you think my rules end with my ship, I'll prove to you how wrong you are.
From: Aria T'Loak
If this is about the young man you helped out, I simply thought you would like to hear from a fan. Relax Shepard. In my line of work, information is a commodity and passing it around for free is not in my character.
That said, watch your tone. I like you and I'm aware how formidable you are, but I'm sure I can still find ways to make your life miserable. Whatever arrangements we have, I want to keep profitable.
Believe me: I'm not looking to make enemies. If I wanted to be your enemy, you'd know.
From: Nalah Butler
To: Commander Shepard
My husband was one of the men serving on Garrus' team. I don't know how much Garrus talked to you about what happened. I don't know the specifics myself, only that my husband died in a trap set by those bastard gangs. I know Garrus blames himself; he took every shot fired at his squad as a failure on his part, and it was clear when he sent me the message about my husband that he thinks it was his fault.
You're his commander now. Please, if you can, help him stop blaming himself. And please don't tell him that I sent you this. Thank you.
To: Nalah Butler
From: Commander John Shepard
I'm afraid there's not much I can tell you, but the circumstances that led to your husband's passing were more complicated than gang activity, and for Garrus the matter remains unresolved. To him, not taking the deaths of his men as hard as you have observed would be would be another failure he cannot accept.
Believe me when I say that I also share your concern for our mutual friend and that I will do everything in my power to help him. For now, what Garrus needs is the opportunity to ensure that your husband and the rest of his team did not die in vain.
I promise that our conversation will remain confidential.
You have my deepest condolences for your loss. I know Garrus, and I know that anyone he worked with would have been someone I would be honored to know.
Commanding Officer of the Normandy SR-2
Just a few emails here. Since only a few things happened, they aren't too important. I've had plans for Shepard to send messages off just as much as he was receiving them, but this one here was inspired by Wyl. Credit goes to him.