258292 réponses à ce sujet

[RedTracer7]

Lividity Jones wrote...

Someone With Mass wrote...

RiptideX1090 wrote...

*shrug* I guess my upbringing simply lends itself to a very open attitude.

Indeed. Hai.

You missed Tali playing in the bubble bath.

Hmm...with or without the suit?

Without, clearly.

Where would the fun be with it on?

With the suit would just be depressing... 

[Niceral]

RiptideX1090 wrote...

IT WAS COMPLETELY NON SEXUAL!

Right, bubble baths featuring a sexualized idol will in no way appeal to someone in more than just humor.

[RiptideX1090]

Niceral wrote...

RiptideX1090 wrote...

You clearly have pessimism and optimism confused.

Optimists look on the bright side of any situation, even when things don't go their way.

Pessimists put no value in anything and close themselves off so when things don't go their way, they're disconnected and don't care.

SWM is a pessimist, or at least a neutral realist.

No, that's cynicism. A different spectrum.

No, cynicism is when you're openly against everything. Pessimism involves cutting yourself off to feel no pain. Cynicism looks to get rid of fear and uncertainty in a more aggressive nature, actively going through all the possible reasons something will end up screwing you, and usually complaining about it every step of the way.

[NuclearBuddha]

Thank you all for the kind comments. I'm enjoying writing it a lot as well.

[SpatFieya]

RiptideX1090 wrote...

SpatFieya wrote...

No real need to be openly perverted. Most of the guys in the room are thinking the same thing you are, probably, so we're all connected in that aspect. We all like dat butt, dem hips, dose eyes, and duh accent.

Also, hai.

*shrug* I guess my upbringing simply lends itself to a very open attitude.

Indeed. Hai.

You missed Tali playing in the bubble bath.

Don't get me wrong, being openly perverted in our case, here, make's this place that much more awesome.

And oh yes, I did see the the bubble bath bit, it's dawwness nearly gave me a heart attack. 

[Someone With Mass]

RiptideX1090 wrote...

You clearly have pessimism and optimism confused.

Optimists look on the bright side of any situation, even when things don't go their way.

Pessimists put no value in anything and close themselves off so when things don't go their way, they're disconnected and don't care.

SWM is a pessimist, or at least a neutral realist.

I can roll with neutral realist.

If I were a real pessemist, I'd hang myself about now, because everything has gone to s**t.

Luckily for me, I believe that there's always a brighter moment ahead of me.

Not sure what it is, but it's there.

A touch of blind optimism, if you will.

[RiptideX1090]

Niceral wrote...

RiptideX1090 wrote...

IT WAS COMPLETELY NON SEXUAL!

Right, bubble baths featuring a sexualized idol will in no way appeal to someone in more than just humor.

Clearly, it appealed to you as such. How you can turn something as innocent as a bubble bath and playing with toy ships in said bath and make it sexual is beyond me...

Clearly not beyond some though... that speaks volumes...

Modifié par RiptideX1090, 11 juillet 2010 - 07:40 .

[Lividity Jones]

Niceral wrote...

RiptideX1090 wrote...

IT WAS COMPLETELY NON SEXUAL!

Right, bubble baths featuring a sexualized idol will in no way appeal to someone in more than just humor.

I think someone's projecting...

[NuclearBuddha]

I have this crazy theory that Niceral is Azint/Laecint trolling himself.

Modifié par NuclearBuddha, 11 juillet 2010 - 07:41 .

[Niceral]

RiptideX1090 wrote...

No, cynicism is when you're openly against everything. Pessimism involves cutting yourself off to feel no pain. Cynicism looks to get rid of fear and uncertainty in a more aggressive nature, actively going through all the possible reasons something will end up screwing you, and usually complaining about it every step of the way.

A cynic believes in the worst, a pessimist believes that the worst will come. Both can cross over, but either side is not comparable in ideas.

[Orion1836]

In case you didn't know, Shep is 7 years older than Tali (pre-death... she closes the gap to 5 for ME2). Without further ado, here's how Spacer Shep meets Tali.

Managing an evacuation of a stranded ship was a tough job... when you had the resources of an entire cruiser. That's not what Hannah Shepard had to work with today, and naturally the the distress call came at the worst possible moment. It had been a simple assignment at first - the young lieutenant's first command, actually. Her husband, the executive officer of the Argyris, had nominated her to take one of the patrol cutters and scout for a good spot to discharge the cruiser's drive core while the mothership completed its primary mission.

Of course her son had wanted to come along.

Raising a son on an Alliance ship was difficult at best. Most couples on board either didn't have kids, shipped them off for relatives to raise planetside, or one parent left the service to raise the child. It wasn't officially prohibited to have a child on board, but one did so at the pleasure of the ship's captain.

The Shepards had been lucky so far. Two tours on two different ships, and both captains had permitted their boy to stay.

Now her son was at that age where everything was a chance for him to prove himself. She couldn't blame him... he spent every day surrounded by the sorts of people every child wants to be when they grow up. Playing Humans and Turians is a lot easier when you have real Alliance soldiers willing to play with you.

A quick trip with Mom to go scouting was nothing short of a grand adventure for the twelve-year-old. When the distress signal came in, you would have thought every Christmas of the boy's young life had come at once by the way his eyes lit up.

They had just downshifted out of FTL when the beacon came up on their sensors. In front of them was a gas giant with just the right type of gravity well for core discharge. Apparently they weren't the only who had noticed... the disabled ship appeared to be an ancient Turian freighter.

Despite the Turian markings, the ship's registry was Quarian. It's captain identified them as an auxiliary vessel to the Rayya, apparently a part of the Migrant Fleet.

Hannah Shepard had never met a Quarian, and even now, it was doubtful she ever would. The freighter's ancient drive core had finally given out, and it was stranded on the wrong side of the gravity well. The cutter was far too small and underpowered to pull the freighter out, and following it too far in to evacuate the crew would result in both ships being trapped.

On any other day, this would only be a matter of signaling the Argyris and waiting for them to tow the freighter out of harms way, but the Quarian's drive core was fast approaching critical and her cruiser was on the other side of the cluster... there was no way they'd make it in time.

That left Hannah up at Ops, running the ship solo while her meager crew helped with the evac as best they could. It was tough, doing the job of four crewmembers all while straining the ship's engines to maximum capacity. She had elected to hard dock her cutter and give as much thrust as possible to buy more time for the evac. It was risky - if they couldn't undock before reaching the point of no return, both ships were doomed, but she had no other choice.

Leave it to her boy to run off when she couldn't possibly do anything to stop him. Of course Hannah had told him to stay put, monitor the screens, but he got it into his head that he could help Jax and the others move the Quarians onto their ship. As soon as she had her back turned, he was off like a flash, donning a hardsuit as she watched him through the ship's cameras.

Hannah knew better than to yell over the ship's PA or pull her crew off of their time-sensitive duties to stop him. Hell, maybe he could even do some good... if he wasn't stupid. She tried not to let it affect her thinking, but visions of her son taking a wrong turn on the freighter, getting lost and being unable to return before she had to blow the locks and get away lept unbidden into her mind.

Shaking her head of the vision, Hannah focused on running her ship, alternating between the pilot's station, the engineering panel, and monitoring the cargo loading of the tiny cutter. Her first order had been to jettison everything that was nonessential. Apparently, the Quarian freighter had been transporting civilians from a scuttled ship back to the Migrant Fleet... there were going to be a ton of bodies to fit. Lt. Shepard didn't know if it was possible to squeeze that many onto the cutter, but she was sure as hell going to try.

She bent over the controls, straining to keep both the cutter and the Quarian freighter near the top of the planet's gravity well. If only her son hadn't run off...


THIS is what he had been waiting for. All the stories, all the missions he had heard about, and now he was going to actually DO it. Jax had given him an angry look at first, but when he saw the hardsuit, he relented and motioned to the airlock.

"Don't you DARE run off. Follow my instructions to the letter and you MAKE SURE you are back here when you hear the signal from the el tee. If you get left behind, she's going to throw ME out of an airlock."

The boy nodded excitedly, his eyes fixed on the airlock door that was about to cycle. Jax had sent two of the crew to jettison equipment to make room for the aliens. That meant his job was to aid in the evacuation... just like Dad, and his stories about the War.

Suddenly, the door opened, and behind it was a veritable wall of environmental suits. Young Shepard was good in school, but he studied the material on alien species with special interest. He had read plenty about the Quarians, but he'd never actually seen one. The environmental suits were so different than the armored hardsuits he was used to seeing in the Alliance. They were so skinny, and those three-fingered hands... he couldn't help but look in amazement.

One of them spoke... there was an accent, even through the translator. There was a lot of noise coming from the Quarian ship, groans of metal fatigue and hisses from unshielded environmental ducts that he'd never imagine hearing on an Alliance ship. It was difficult to hear the Quarian.

"... children... please help move.... bubbles down this corridor. Take them first."

He didn't hesitate. He motioned for the alien to lead him on. Jax called after him, but it was too late - the Quarian was intent on getting help, so he strode away immediately with Shepard in tow, apprently not realizing that he was a child as well.

The lights flickered and smoke curled along the bulkheads. They passed other Quarians carrying... what looked like giant, transparenet plastic balls. Inside were what looked like, well, they must be younger Quarians. Shepard stopped to gawk but a grab at his shoulder informed him that there was no time. The Quarian leading him on motioned urgently to a door hanging half open, a menacing red light pouring out from the room.

"In here! Grab one and carry it back to your ship... hurry!"

Inside the room, Quarians were uncoupling similar spheres from hoses affixed to the walls. Inside were children ranging from infants to some roughly his own size. Shepard stared, wide-eyed until a sphere was pressed into his arms. He staggered a bit, not expecting the weight, but even with the clear ball, the child inside wasn't nearly as heavy as he expected.

"It's my daughter," the Quarian who had been leading him explained, "I'd take her myself, but I have to make sure my people all get out. If I don't make it... I need you to make sure she gets on your ship, no matter what. Do you understand?!"

He nodded, the situation hitting him in a rush. This was the captain, or at least the senior ranking person left. The child in the bubble squirmed around, reaching out and calling to her father, almost knocking Shepard off balance in the process.

"Now's not the time, Tali... this human will take you to his ship. I need you to be strong, now go." He looked from the girl to Shepard. "Go!"

Shepard went. As he staggered along the corridor with the akward weight, he was pushed around by other Quarians fleeing, most carrying children in similar spheres. A whimper caused him to shift his focus from where he was looking through the ball to see ahead to the child side. The little girl was crying.

"Hey, hey, it's OK... we're going to be alright." He tried comforting her. The girl rocked back and forth on the inside of the bubble as he swayed back and forth, trying to manage the weight and size sphere.

A pair of crystalline eyes that seemed to glow amidst the darkness and haze opened and gazed at him, not three inches away on the other side of the bubble. "B-but daddy...."

He could see the bright light of the airlock and the corvette's coupling at the end of the corridor. "Hey now, he'll be OK. My mom is flying our ship, and she's doing all she can to hold us while we get everyone off. She won't let your dad die. She's the best." He grinned with the confidence that only a child can have in their parents. This seemed to reassure the girl a bit.

The Quarian settled in her bubble, gravity keeping her near where Shepard was carrying it, his five fingers splayed out to keep a good grip. She noticed this, and slowly held up her hand on the other side of the transparent material. She tried to get her three fingers to match with his, but just couldn't manage it.

"So you're a human? Why... why are you helping us?"

The boy's step faltered a bit as he screwed up his face in thought. "Well, that's what the Alliance is for, right? Patrolling the Terminus systems and helping those in need?"

A child's view certainly, but it fit here.

The girl smiled a bit. "Kind of like the Paus."

"The what?"

"Oh, just this show I like... here."

The girl reached over to the control unit inside her bubble, a few seconds later, Shepard saw the orange of his omni-tool glow for a second, indicating data had been received. He couldn't exactly get to it now, but he thanked the girl and told her again how he was sure everything was going to be OK.

He reached the airlock, and was directed by Jax to the ship's small cargo hold. Shepard was shocked at how many Quarians were on board. Every corridor and room was practically filled with them as they practically stood shoulder to shoulder. They all saw the bubble he was carrying and made room for both him and the other child-carrying Quarians who followed. Shepard was ushered along to the corner of the cargo hold where other children's bubbles were being plugged into a regulator unit salvaged from the Quarian ship.

As he set his burden down, the girl looked up and smiled again. She waved shyly as a Quarian woman took the bubble and began to hook it up. "Thank you, Human."

Shepard smiled back, and turned back towards the airlock to see what else he could do. He didn't make it far and the flood of Quarians kept pushing him back. Eventually, he squeezed through, but by then Jax was sealing the airlock shouting that they had to go. Frantically, Shepard looked around for the girl's father, but he couldn't tell the Quarians apart... all of the suits looked the same to him.

With no where left to go, Shepard picked is way up to Ops, for once not thinking it a cramped room. It was the only place on the ship not packed with Quarians, and for the first time in a while, he could actually stretch out his arms.

"Did we get everyone off, Mom?" He asked, hoping against hope that the girl's father hadn't been left behind.

Hannah spared him one withing look that said 'I'll deal with YOU later,' but replied, "Amazingly, yes, we got everyone off. We're 25% over mass, and the engines are screaming more than I've ever seen, but I think we're going to make it."

Shepard straped in as the ship shook with the explosion of the docking bolts. The freighter floated free as their cutter slowly pulled away. In came the remaining crew, who quickly took their posts and alleviated the lieutenant from her extreme workload.

Hannah Shepard collapsed into the small command seat. "Take us back to the Argyris at max speed... we've got these people packed like sardines in here, and I don't want to see what happens to our drive core when we run this ship over mass for too long."

"As for YOU," she fixed her son with a glare that could melt steel.

The boy shrunk in his seat a little bit.

Hannah smiled. "Tell me how it went, your first rescue mission."


=====

Two weeks later, Hannah Shepard was reviewing her messages, to include one very grateful note from one Rael'Zorah vas Rayya, the interim commander of the ship they had saved. Pity, she never actually met any of the Quarians they had rescued. Shepard had to stay in Ops long after they had disembarked upon the Argyris, and by the time she was done overseeing the emergency maintenance on the cutter's drive core, their captain had already arranged a pickup for the Quarians. Apparently, the Migrant Fleet moves fast when a few dozen of their own are stranded on an Alliance ship.

She wandered over to the other side of their small quarters where her son had his bed and a few posessions. He had been absolutely blown away be the small rescue mission, and often regaled other crew members on how he helped... even after they had heard the story many times. Oh well, despite how worried she had been, Hannah was damned proud of her son.

Something struck her as odd, though, and it took her a few seconds to realize what. Her son almost always wanted the same movies about the First Contact War over and over again, but today, different sounds were coming out of his personal monitor. In fact... it almost sounded like a children's show...


"Fly far, Paus, pride of the Migrant Fleet... Dashing captain, courageous
crew... Plucky young engineer, too..."

[Lividity Jones]

NuclearBuddha wrote...

I have this crazy theory that Niceral is Azint/Laecint trolling himself.

That would be amazing on so many levels.

[RedTracer7]

  λοπαδοτεμαχοσελαχοαλεοκρανιολειψανοδριμυποτριμματοσιλφιοκαραβομελιτοκατακεχυμενοκιχλεπικοσσυφοφαττο περιστεραλεκτρυονοπτοκεφαλλιοκιγκλοπελειο­λαγῳοσιραιοβαφητραγανοπτερύγων

[Someone With Mass]

RiptideX1090 wrote...
IT WAS COMPLETELY NON SEXUAL!

Which... I know is odd... given my history...

---



*Tali is sitting in a bath tube in her home on Rannoch. She's playing with miniatures of Flotilla ships, the Normandy, and the Reapers*

Tali: Pew. Pew. Take that Harbinger. You're no match for our new upgraded guns! Pew. Pew. Quick! Bring in the migrant fleet! They're the only ones that can save the Citadel! Bam, neeeoooohhhhh... boom! Oh no! The Rayya is taking damage! We need support! Look! There! It's the Normandy!

Tali in Shepard voice: Garrus! Fire the main gun!

Tali in Garrus voice: But Commander! We need more power! Kaboom! We aren't going to make it!

Tali: Quit whining you bosh'tets! Rerouting power! Neeeoooohhhh... Pew Pew Pew....

Tali in Shepard voice: Good work Tali! We couldn't do it without you! You're so amazing!

Shepard: *standing in the doorway* Yes you are.

Tali: #O_O#

Haha. I knew those ships models were good for something.

[NuclearBuddha]

Lividity Jones wrote...

NuclearBuddha wrote...
I have this crazy theory that Niceral is Azint/Laecint trolling himself.

That would be amazing on so many levels.

It's not quite an anagram of Laecint, unfortunately, or I would just declare it to be true.

[SpatFieya]

RiptideX1090 wrote...

Niceral wrote...

RiptideX1090 wrote...

IT WAS COMPLETELY NON SEXUAL!

Right, bubble baths featuring a sexualized idol will in no way appeal to someone in more than just humor.

Clearly, it appealed to you as such. How you can turn something as innocent as a bubble bath and playing with toy ships in said bath and make it sexual is beyond me...

Clearly not beyond some though... that speaks volumes...

Virgins do have a lot of built up... tension, making nearly anything sexual.

That's my hypothesis, boy just needs to get his rocks off. 

[Niceral]

NuclearBuddha wrote...

I have this crazy theory that Niceral is Azint/Laecint trolling himself.

Do you want to hear something crazy?

We have extended conversations in PM's, and we both have taken an odd liking to each other. The only reason I'm here is because he's not.

[NuclearBuddha]

RedTracer7 wrote...
  λοπαδοτεμαχοσελαχοαλεοκρανιολειψανοδριμυποτριμματοσιλφιοκαραβομελιτοκατακεχυμενοκιχλεπικοσσυφοφαττο περιστεραλεκτρυονοπτοκεφαλλιοκιγκλοπελειο­λαγῳοσιραιοβαφητραγανοπτερύγων

This is Greek to me.

[Someone With Mass]

RedTracer7 wrote...

  λοπαδοτεμαχοσελαχοαλεοκρανιολειψανοδριμυποτριμματοσιλφιοκαραβομελιτοκατακεχυμενοκιχλεπικοσσυφοφαττο περιστεραλεκτρυονοπτοκεφαλλιοκιγκλοπελειο­λαγῳοσιραιοβαφητραγανοπτερύγων

Is that...Greek?

Modifié par Someone With Mass, 11 juillet 2010 - 07:44 .

[Niceral]

RiptideX1090 wrote...

Clearly, it appealed to you as such. How you can turn something as innocent as a bubble bath and playing with toy ships in said bath and make it sexual is beyond me...

Clearly not beyond some though... that speaks volumes...

Depends on who it is taking the bath...

[NuclearBuddha]

Niceral wrote...
Do you want to hear something crazy?

We have extended conversations in PM's, and we both have taken an odd liking to each other. The only reason I'm here is because he's not.

That would jive with how he's been logging in every once in a while all evening.

Edit:  Though there are other explanations.

Modifié par NuclearBuddha, 11 juillet 2010 - 07:45 .

[Lividity Jones]

NuclearBuddha wrote...

RedTracer7 wrote...
  λοπαδοτεμαχοσελαχοαλεοκρανιολειψανοδριμυποτριμματοσιλφιοκαραβομελιτοκατακεχυμενοκιχλεπικοσσυφοφαττο περιστεραλεκτρυονοπτοκεφαλλιοκιγκλοπελειο­λαγῳοσιραιοβαφητραγανοπτερύγων

This is Greek to me.

*rimshot*

[RedTracer7]

Someone With Mass wrote...

RedTracer7 wrote...

  λοπαδοτεμαχοσελαχοαλεοκρανιολειψανοδριμυποτριμματοσιλφιοκαραβομελιτοκατακεχυμενοκιχλεπικοσσυφοφαττο περιστεραλεκτρυονοπτοκεφαλλιοκιγκλοπελειο­λαγῳοσιραιοβαφητραγανοπτερύγων

Is that...Greek?

Erm, yeah. Lemme translate that.  Sorry.

Lopadotemachoselachogaleokranioleipsanodrimhypotrimmatosilphioparaomelitokatakechymen-okichlepikossyphophattoperisteralektryonoptekephalliokigklopeleioagoiosiraiobaphetragano­pterygon

Modifié par RedTracer7, 11 juillet 2010 - 07:46 .

[RiptideX1090]

Niceral wrote...

RiptideX1090 wrote...

No, cynicism is when you're openly against everything. Pessimism involves cutting yourself off to feel no pain. Cynicism looks to get rid of fear and uncertainty in a more aggressive nature, actively going through all the possible reasons something will end up screwing you, and usually complaining about it every step of the way.

A cynic believes in the worst, a pessimist believes that the worst will come. Both can cross over, but either side is not comparable in ideas.

They are two distinct idealogies with their own merits and drawbacks. They, like all things, are comparable, regardless of your ability to do so.

[RiptideX1090]

NuclearBuddha wrote...

I have this crazy theory that Niceral is Azint/Laecint trolling himself.

Sounds like something he'd do.