Almost all quarian females are sexy, so that's not a strong point.
So just because there are about 6-7 million (assuming the 17 million quarians figure plus 50/50 divide between males and females) hawt, wide hipped women with petite upper bodies, you can't call one of 'em sexy? I am dissapoint.
This is the beginning of my fanfic, "Saving Engineer Tali." Tell me if you like.
EXT: OUTER SPACE: THE NORMANDY
(The
Normandy sits in orbit around Illium, blending in quietly with the other ships
coming and going.)
INT: NORMANDY: CARGO HOLD
(COMMANDER
SHEPARD stands in front of his crew of misfits and mercenaries. There is an empty spot at the end of the row.)
SHEPARD: Listen up
people. We’ve gone into combat against the
toughest warriors the galaxy has
ever seen. When we have done this, we
have done it knowing that we were fighting for
the greater good, and none of our lives were what was really important. But this time one
our own is down there, captured by slavers who could want any number of things.
We
have not been given the green light because it’s a civilian sector, and we can’t
take the hammerhead down because of
space. So we’re improvising today. Everyone to the
escape pod, strap in tightly. Let’s move
out!
INT: NORMADNY ESCAPE POD
(The crew
sits strapped into the crapped interior of the escape pod. Each one is checking and rechecking their
weapon of choice. THANE sits in silent
prayer and contemplation; GRUNT is restless; GARRUS is rubbing his scars
slowly; JACK is turning the gun over in her hands; MORDIN is running data through
his omnitool; LEGION is flaring his lens light softly; MIRANDA sits with her
legs and arms crossed; SAMARA is glowing faintly blue; and JACOB is sitting
forward in a David-like thinking pose.)
JOKER (intercom): Commander, we’re in position. Prepare to launch in 5... 4... 3... 2... 1...
(The crew
lurches as the pod is fired from the ship and the guidance thrusters kick in. The heat in the capsule slowly builds as it
screams through the planet’s dense atmosphere.)
EDI: 2 minutes to impact.
EXT: OVER ILLIUM
(The pod blazes
through the skies, appearing as a fiery trail interrupting traffic lanes.)
INT: NORMANDY ESCAPE POD
SHEPARD: Prepare for split.
(Seconds
later, the pod splits and the crew are set free from their seats. Now in complete freefall, they grasp onto
section of the pod, then leap onto passing air cars and from there onto more
cars down below. Above them, the remains
of the pod explode, eliminating any evidence connecting it to the Normandy. THANE leaps acrobatically from car to car,
while GRUNT grabs them and twists them over in the air before falling to the
next. GARRUS and SHEPARD are side by
side, leaping between cars. SAMARA flies
through the air with bursts of biotic power, while JACK biotically pulls cars toward
her to make for easier jumping. MORDIN
falls awkwardly between cars, barely hanging on long enough to slow him down. MIRANDA and JACOB jump and roll to break
their falls. LEGION has jacked a car and
is riding it al the way down without thought to personal safety.
The crew
slams through the roof of a factory, met with blaring alarms. GARRUS and LEGION hang back, sniper rifles at
the ready. THANE and JACK move to
opposite sides of the large room and disappear into the shadows. SAMARA flies up to the ceiling and settles in
a large piece of factory equipment. SHEPARD,
MIRANDA, JACOB, GRUNT, and MORDIN form a squad and fan out in a tight
semicircle, crouching behind cover with guns at the ready.)
Well they've all been kinda bastards. Just saying.
Just like the Geth?
We've encountered the worst of Batarian society, and that represents a fraction of a percent of the total population. (And the government probably identifies those with the most vicious tendencies and encourages them to leave Batarian space so THEY don't have to deal with them.)