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[NuclearBuddha]

Oh, Tali thread. Never change.

[mikethor007]

cannedcream wrote...

Just_mike wrote...

So CC stole Buddha's microwave?..I agree that its a dick move but..I wouldnt get THAT dramatic about it.

That's one massive facepalm right there...

[RedTracer7]

cannedcream wrote...

Just_mike wrote...

So CC stole Buddha's microwave?..I agree that its a dick move but..I wouldnt get THAT dramatic about it.

*MULTIPLEHANDTOFACECOLLAGE

Now, I have a very limited background with Anime, but I must say that I can't identify a single one of those characters.  I'm going to say thats a good thing....

[NCLanceman]

Just_mike wrote...

The story Im talkin about isnt the reckoning. its "Trust". By Riptide. I wasnt paying attention and thought that the two stories were the same due to the banner.

It occurs to me that you probably either do now, or will soon drive a motor vehicle on a regular basis.

This scares me in ways I can't properly vocalize.

[Homebound]

NuclearBuddha wrote...

Oh, Tali thread. Never change.

In all seriousness, Riptide DID write a story that also had Daro'Xen in it. And in Chapter 3, she DOES get molested by her Turian boss. 

[mikethor007]

NCLanceman wrote...

Just_mike wrote...

The story Im talkin about isnt the reckoning. its "Trust". By Riptide. I wasnt paying attention and thought that the two stories were the same due to the banner.

It occurs to me that you probably either do now, or will soon drive a motor vehicle on a regular basis.

This scares me in ways I can't properly vocalize.

Run for the hills?

[Homebound]

SenHai wrote...

Just_mike wrote...


u readin the wrong story man.

Its this one.

http://social.biowar...8855/blog/6361/

I hope that you too will thoroughly enjoy Daro'Xen being fondled.

*sigh*


They are writing it together is the same damn story.

"I was groped by my employer today after working a back breaking
eighteen hour shift in a miserable pit, only to then be harassed by a
group of diseased pyjaks that think I'm some kind of talking object.
You'll excuse me if I am less than trusting." Daro's tone was perhaps
slightly more harsh than was necessary. Still, she was exhausted, and
the day's events had taken a toll on her. She just wanted a single night
of good sleep.

Chapter 3.

[Lividity Jones]

Just_mike wrote...

In all seriousness, Riptide DID write a story that also had Daro'Xen in it. And in Chapter 3, she DOES get molested by her Turian boss. 

Oh my God...

I am going to state this as clearly as possible.

Reckoning is a story written by myself and Riptide.

Daro'Xen is indeed molested by her human employer, who then afterwards gets eviscerated with emasculating snark.

This happens in chapter two.

[RedTracer7]

NuclearBuddha wrote...

Oh, Tali thread. Never change.

The Abbreviated Guide to the Talithread:

What is a "Talimancer"?

Why does ...Jones <_< mean?

What does every third post link to TV Tropes?

((All are answered within))

Modifié par RedTracer7, 30 juin 2010 - 06:48 .

[Homebound]

mikethor007 wrote...

NCLanceman wrote...

Just_mike wrote...

The story Im talkin about isnt the reckoning. its "Trust". By Riptide. I wasnt paying attention and thought that the two stories were the same due to the banner.

It occurs to me that you probably either do now, or will soon drive a motor vehicle on a regular basis.

This scares me in ways I can't properly vocalize.

Run for the hills?

lol over-reacting much? Jeez guys.

[NuclearBuddha]

Just_mike wrote...
In all seriousness, Riptide DID write a story that also had Daro'Xen in it. And in Chapter 3, she DOES get molested by her Turian boss. 

0/10

Everyone knows what you're doing now so it's only funny.

[RiptideX1090]

NuclearBuddha wrote...

RiptideX1090 wrote...

NuclearBuddha wrote...

Shala is good to her word. She’s got a new suit for me before I have to leave.

“I’m sorry, Tali, it’s the most I can do,” is all she says when she offers it to me. Sometimes I think she really does understand. But it’s a little late for that now.

I peel away the old, revealing scars I didn’t know I had, though I’m the only one who can see most of them. I have to admit the suit is a nice one, showing off my hips. Mother always said that was going to be my best feature.

“A fresh start,” she nods approvingly as I adjust my wrap. Oh yes, Auntie. Look out, galaxy, this is a whole new Tali, a girl with a plan.

Quarians have a saying: If you haven’t got a destination, no relay will take you anywhere. Well, I’ve got one now, and I’m going there fast. What’s left of my team will work for the recovery operation; there’s no need to involve anyone new. Hopefully I won’t take too many of them with me. Just one, really, will suffice.

That brings me to the only requisition I’ve got other than the usual supplies. I’m going to leave the Migrant Fleet better off than I found it. Even if it kills me. Daddy’s going to be proud. I want Prazza.

I must not have hurt him as badly as I thought. By the time a new shuttle is located and outfitted for the run into the Terminus systems, he’s out of sickbay and, murdering hand still gloved in black, sullenly standing with the others waiting to embark. He should be happy to see me; isn’t this what he wanted? Tali’Zorah, ready to give it all for the Migrant Fleet. He should be honored to follow my lead on this one.

I pause in front of him, making a quick inspection of his kit. He’s got an Alliance-made assault rifle, in top condition, actually. There were some elcor on Ekuna, a few businesspeople on Noveria and a Blue Sun on the Citadel who could attest to that. If they were still alive, that is.

“Glad to have you with me,” I tell him. Probably no one else catches the irony.

“I’ll prove myself to you.” It’s hard to tell if he’s making a threat or plea.

“I don’t doubt it.” I hate the sight of him, hate the sound of his voice, and I hate myself for what I’ve got to do, leading him like this. I’d love to put a bullet in his head, but quarians don’t waste anything. If someone as broken as me can be of use to the Flotilla, I’m sure I’ll find something for him to do.

The others file onto the shuttle at my nod, but I hold Prazza back for a moment. One little adjustment, and then we’ll be ready.

“Your hand.” I hold out my own. Putting out the black-gloved hand, he hesitates for a moment, then grasps mine. Gripping tightly and twisting, I draw my knife and slash the heavy material open along his forearm.

“It looks like you’ve got a rupture. Be sure to disinfect. We’ll wait.” I drop a proper armored glove in grey at his feet and pause until he bends to pick it up before I board the shuttle.

The trip doesn't take long. Everyone keeps their distance. That's fine by me. Best to prepare for the great silence early. I'll be spending eternity in it.

Our small ship touches down on the outskirts of Freedom's Progress. The walls are large and blocky. I'm suddenly reminded of a coffin. It's quiet, the wind echoeing with the moans of dead. It's a choir I'll relish in singing in. No more pain. No more racism. No more love that was never mine.

We make our way through the empty buildings. It's tragic. These colonists wanted a new life, a fresh start. We're alike, laughter is gone and the hallways are silent, all that remains is a shell. It's a fitting tomb. I can't decide if I want it to end here, or if I should fight on to Haestrom. I'm not coming back either way. Dad won't care if I meet my end a bit earlier than planned. He never cared.

Prazza sticks to himself, absently rubbing his wrist. I hope it stings you bosh'tet. It's nothing like what I felt. I know he's glaring at me behind that mask. Go ahead. Stare at me. Soon, those eyes will see only black. We can spend eternity together Prazza. I hope there is an afterlife. I want to show you what it is to suffer. What it is to be unloved. I could do that forever.

"What's the plan?" One of the marines asks. I wonder if he has a family back home. I wonder if he has people who love him. I wonder if he has children. I wonder if he knows he signed up for a suicide mission. I wonder why I care.

"Find Nara. Exfiltrate. Try not to die." Simple advice. Even Prazza can't screw that up.

Who am I kidding. Of course he can.

We make our way deeper into the colony, the stillness of the wind reminding me of Omega. I wonder who it was that Sidonis lost to the Blue Suns. I wonder what she felt before she died. I wonder if it helped knowing someone cared about her.

I wish Shepard was here.

Finding Veetor has been easier than we though, the shuttle spotting him
running to hide.  It would be a laughably easy pickup, but when the colonists vanished, they forgot to turn out the lights.  A few security mechs are still lingering, maybe trying to make up for not saving the people they were supposed to protect by keeping us from Veetor.  I can sympathize.  But this is hardly going to get me to my goal:  human-build synthetics are nothing to a quarian. 

As always, though, the galaxy presents an answer.  It's funny how just a little change of perspective can turn bad luck into good luck.

"Tali'Zorah," the voice of the shuttle pilot breaks into the suit channel, "we've got a shuttle incoming.  Just appeared out of nowhere.  Alliance military model."

The others look at me.  Keelah, but I'm tired of leading.  I just want to give up, to fall, and fall forever.

"We keep going."  Maybe this will be more than we can handle.  Good.

"They're going to be here any minute," Bru protests, "they're going to shoot us as looters."

"Not if we shoot first." Prazza's answer to everything.

It's hard to hide the weariness in my voice. I'm tired of being afraid, tired of doing the Flotilla's dirty work, tired of everything. "No one is shooting anyone else.  Not without my say-so."

I hold up a hand to forestall Prazza's argument.  "Unless someone died and left you in charge?"  It could be a suggestion.

He's got his rifle deployed already, and for a minute I really think he's going to use it.

"No?"  Flinching at the taunt, he looks away again.  "Then I guess I'm still calling the shots around here."

Smiling behind my mask, I turn my back on him again.  As a light snow starts to drift down, I look back on what brought me here: the empty, abandoned places of Ekuna, and now Freedom's Progress, the perfect habitats for  empty, abandoned suits.

"We should get under cover," I suggest, indicating a modest prefab across a small walking bridge, "we can plan how to get into through the colony and all these drones and maybe set up an ambush for the humans if it comes to that."

Prazza and the rest of the team huddles around a small glowing layout of the colony. I don't care. I'm off skulking in the shadows. It's home to me. I spent a lifetime looking for home, and it was always there, waiting for me. Soon now. Soon the empty void will take me. I hope I see mother and Shepard there. I doubt it. If there is something waiting on the other side, I know I'm not worth it.

I wonder if dying hurts. I know it can under certain circumstances. I wonder if a bullet to the head would be painful. I imagine not. Still, it's an inherent fear that comes with death; fear of pain. I wonder if Shepard felt anything before he died. I wonder if he thought of anything, anyone. I wonder if he thought of me.

Not a chance in hell.

The voice in my skull whipers to me sadistically, Stupid girl. Shepard had lots of people he knew. People who were better to him than you were. He always gave you everything you ever asked for, and you couldn't give him anything. You were never good enough for anyone. You weren't good enough for your father's love, you weren't smart enough to keep your mother alive, and you weren't able to keep the only good thing in your life from blowing up and falling into a planet.

I hate it. I hate everything. I want it to stop. I hate Prazza. I hate Rael. I hate the fleet. I hate Shala. I hate Dallix. I hate the Primarch. I hate the Council. I hate the Geth.

I hate myself.

"Tali. We've identified the ship that touched down. It's registered Cord-Hislop!" Stupid Prazza. I don't want his voice to be in my ears before I die.

Wait.

Cord-Hislop?

Cerberus.

They're good shots. They won't miss. They'll aim to kill. I want them to shoot me first. Just get it over with before I loose my nerve.

"Do not engage until I give the order."

Prazza looks at me, his eyes glowering. I wonder if he knows he's about to die. Not before me Prazza. I want you to see it. I want you to watch. I want you to know it's about to happen to you.

The door to the abandoned prefab swept open, spilling hard, pure light
over us. Over me, stripping away the pain, fear, and hopeless of the
last two years, peeling off a suit I didn't even know I was wearing.



"Shepard? Is that... you're alive?"

[NuclearBuddha]

[RiptideX1090]

[Homebound]

I'll leave you guys to figure this out on your own.

[Homebound]

@ Noir posts:



Needs more ceiling fan.

[NuclearBuddha]

[RiptideX1090]

END NOIR.

[NuclearBuddha]

Roll Credits

[Homebound]

RiptideX1090 wrote...



END NOIR.

Que moody saxophone music.

[SpatFieya]

My mind just imploded.



****ing brilliant. BRILLIANT!

[RiptideX1090]

And that's that.