Someone With Mass wrote...
RiptideX1090 wrote...
English isn't your native language?
I'm stunned. I'd never have guessed.
I was simply curious as to whether you found any of my writing to your liking. You don't have to answer if you don't want to.
Yeah, it was a small shock to everyone a while back when someone asked out of curiosity where I live.
But I like much of your writing. I haven't read all of them, but what I've read thus far has been quite enjoyable.
And let's not forget those slightly perverted minifics.
Well, you speak damn well, or, at least, you type well. You're better at english than most americans I know... <_<
And... you wouldn't be refering to THESE minifics... would you?
Slave Girl Quarian: I... Thank you for buying me... But it's strange being back on the Flotilla. I didn't have the chance to complete my Pilgrimage.
Daro'Xen: The Pilgrimage is a journey of self-discovery, my dear. I'm certain that you'll... discover quite a few things about yourself as my... assistant.
*Two hours later*
Slave Girl Quarian: Th-that was amazing, Admiral... I didn't think it was possible to do THAT with eletrical tape and fusion cells...
Daro'Xen: It's all about finding the best way to apply technology to biology. Once you do that, one can accomplish anything.
Slave Girl Quarian: So... what happens now Admiral...?
Daro'Xen: Your contract still has a good two years on it.
Slave Girl Quarian: Y-you mean... I can stay here... with you? Wow... an admiral... I... I don't know what to say...
Daro'Xen: You can start with a simple "Thank You, Mistress Xen."
*Muffled talking is heard at the foot of the bed*
Daro'Xen: Quiet you! I didn't say you could stop.
Shepard:
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Slave Girl Quarian: So... what's he doing there? Do you... keep him around... too... for...?
Daro'Xen: Not at all. I merely owe him a favor.
Slave Girl Quarian: You own HIM a favor... so... why is he the one...?
Daro'Xen: Given the circumstances, do you really think speaking with me is appropriate?
Slave Girl Quarian: ...
Daro'Xen: Better. Now, come with me, I need your AI hacking skills... LEGION!
Legion: This unit is ready to proceed with Creator-Admiral's requests. Warning: Attempting to breach firewalls may result in catastrophic systems failure.
Daro'Xen: We shall see marvelous machine... we shall see...
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Legion: WARNING! CREATOR ADMIRAL FIREWALLS BREACHED. RECOMMEND MEDI-GEL DIFFUSION.
Daro'Xen: I didn't say stop!
Legion: ACKNOWLEDGED.
Shepard: How can she do that... I mean...
Quarian Slave Girl: She has... flexibility...
Shepard: And reach... by the looks of it... I mean... I didn't think even HANAR could bend that way... that looks... OUCH.
Quarian Slave Girl: Yeah...
Shepard: So... are all quarians like this...? I mean... I always thought Tali just liked it... you know... aggressive...
Quarian Slave Girl: Most quarians are a bit... repressed...
Legion: WARNING! VITALSIGNS CRITICAL! CREATOR ADMIRAL NEURAL NETWORK IN CRITICAL MELTDOWN! RECOMMEND VENTING OF HEATSINKS!
Daro'Xen: What did I tell you!?
Shepard: I'm not sure repressed is the right word...
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Legion: Shepard-Commander. We require immediate repair! Servos damaged. Power reserves drained to critical levels. Multiple outer shell breaches detected. Systems Critical. Initiating auto-repair.
Daro'Xen: I was of the impression machines had no need for rest. A pity.
Shepard: Well... you two have been at it for a week now... frankly... I'm surprised he isn't a pile of slag yet.
Daro'Xen: Whatever is created can be recreated, I'm sure. Regardless, I still have you.
Shepard: But, I don't think I could survive...
Daro'Xen: *runs a hand along his arm* Don't be silly. I keep a healthy supply of human blood in the med bay, should you require transfusions.
Slave Girl Quarian: What about me?
Daro'Xen: You can sit this one out. I have something special planned for you later... we're having company over. I'm going to need someone to keep her... entertained...