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ChrisRudson wrote...
Could someone get a dev here?
Someone from the Devs need to see this.
I wouldn't mind... but in all seriousness, that you all like these pieces so much really means a lot to me
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Dbohr wrote...
I wouldn't mind... but in all seriousness, that you all like these pieces so much really means a lot to me
Hey, you come out with great stuff, we're bound to like it
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Awsomeness in pure state.... genius
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I second thisXFeroxX wrote...
dont die thread!!
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I'd come up with something, but I'm not too sure if OP would approve.
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as the thread neeeds this,
BUMP!!
BUMP!!
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This thread is AMAZING
Love how its evolved over a few recordings, starting from what started as something random and small thats evolved into whats looking like a cerbuerus conspicercy!!!
Dont stop writing this stuff!
Love how its evolved over a few recordings, starting from what started as something random and small thats evolved into whats looking like a cerbuerus conspicercy!!!
Dont stop writing this stuff!
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dbohr, where are you? your thread is dying!
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Aaand, we're back!
No Guardian this time. The Dragoon was just begging to have a session with our good doctor Colborn, so he got ahead. Enjoy!
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From the notes of Dr Taliah Colborn, Cerberus Psychiatrist
Subjetc: Dragoon "Drake" evaluation
[begin recording]
Orderly: Hello again, doc. Been a while, huh? Sick leave again?
Doctor Colborn: Hi, Andy. No, this time I was... the follow-up to Specialist "Kathy" was a bit more complicated than we thought.
O: The Nemesis? The creepy one?
DC: Yes, the Nemesis. Although we do not refer to patients as "creepy", Andy. You should know that.
O: If you say so, doc. It's like the saying goes, you don't need to be crazy to work here, but it helps.
DC: Huh. Haven't heard that one in a while...
O: Anyway, your next nutcase is ready to...
DC: Andy!
O: Your next patient is ready to come. I'll be just outside if you need me.
DC: Send him in.
[Patient enters]
DC: Good morning, Mr "Drake". Please take a seat.
Drake: "Drake"? I like that. Drake the Dragoon. Who comes up with these codenames, anyway?
DC: You find this whimsical?
D: I find it stupid. Why shouldn't you use my real name?
DC: There are several reasons for the codenames, Drake. Most of them concern your privacy and the establishment of doctor-patient trust.
D: Bull****. I got nothing to hide. Still, it's better than being called by my troop number.
DC: Which brings us to the reason you're here...
D: Yeah, yeah, I'm told I have to go through a "resocialization" or some such crap. My squad captain pulled that one, didn't he? I'll get that bastard later.
DC: Please, Drake. You are part of Cerberus' new batch of troops, formed in the wake of the demise of project Phoenix...
D: Spare me the lecture, doc.
DC: Will you let me continue?
D: ...
DC: Good. Now, the Dragoon units are trained by the remnants of project Phoenix, isn't that right? You are tasked to provide ground troops with linebraking tactics, using shock and awe elements to disperse enemy units.
D: That's the official line, yeah.
DC: So being aggressive is an essential part of your job.
D: I'm a soldier, doc. I kill people. Hell, I kill lots of people. It ain't pretty, but I'm damned good at it.
DC: According to your files, you personally killed four enemy commanders and thirty six elite enemy troops in your first month since deploying.
D: Also a crapload of grunts. Hell, my kill count is in the hundreds already and I've not even completed ten combat missions.
DC: The usual Dragoon tactic is to move along Centurions and Troopers, use their smoke screen to advance while they provide suppressive fire and flush the enemies out of cover. When Phantom units are in the field, you scout
ahead of them to force the enemy to move so the Phantoms can easily flank them.
D: Are you reciting lessons from the field manual?
DC: I'm trying to understand your job, Drake.
D: Call me by my name, damn it.
DC: [takes some notes] Drake, does my description match your standard field tactics?
D: That's what the booklet says, yes.
DC: It's in the book. But what is it what you yourself do?
D: ...
DC: Drake?
D: I really would like you to use my real name, doc.
DC: You know I can't do that.
D: So I guess this is it. You don't use my name, I keep my
mouth shut.
DC: That's not how it works, Drake. If you do not cooperate, I'm afraid I'll have to schedule even more appointments before you go return to the field.
D: ...
DC: [just stands silent facing Drake for a few minutes]
D: Ok, fine. Damn it! You got guts, doc, I'll grant you that. There are few people who can beat me in a staredown.
DC: You are used to get things your way.
D: Heh. Shrink talk, at last. All right, doc, I'll play along...
DC: Please, do.
D: [sigh] OK. Well, you got the field manual talk right. Training was brutal. We were told Cerberus was loosing ground on this f***ing war and humanity's existence was at stake and all that s**t. So we had to train hard, we had
to be the best of the best, we were mankind's last best hope.
DC: How long did you stay at boot camp?
D: Huh. Tell you the truth, doc, I don't even remember. Seem's like I've been training since forever. The drills were f***ing harsh. Sarge's always complaining no rat was defecting THIS time, so he had to flush anyone who was not totally commited.
DC: And by 'flush', he meant...
D: In the Dragoon's Eyre you either learn to fly or you get burned, doc.
DC: [takes some notes] Hmm. Please, go on.
D: So boot camp was hell. Some 3/4 of the new recruits didn't cut it. Tough s**t... but I was top of the class. I could't wait to get to the field. I'd make all those bastards pay for... for...
DC: For what, exactly?
D: F**k, for everything, doc! The war, the Reapers, those Alliance finks, the alien trash at the Council...
D: What was your first assignment?
D: Palaven. Intel suggested there was a strange pattern of Reaper movement in the surface, so Cerberus sent a strike force to make what they called "aggressive recon". Heh. Turns out there were not exactly Reapers, but Collectors. My unit was being cut to shreds minutes after we landed.Even the Phantoms were getting their asses handed to them. F***ing bugs.
DC: I... I thought the Collectors were extinct.
D: Well, ain't that a riot? Not only they're alive and buzzing, they turned parts of Palaven into Collector Central. Anyway, my CO was trying to get his s**t together when... s**t, I don't know, doc. Something inside my head just came unhinged. I didn't wait for orders. I broke ranks and charged the enemy, like Sarge told me to at the Eyre. I smashed and shot my way where our forces were pinned down. I think I torn a Praetorian in half. Damn dung beetle was firing some laser beam at our guys. That's when the CO ordered the retreat.
DC: Hmm. How would you rate this first mission?
D: "Abysmal" doesn't come even close. CO said I saved the unit, but truth is, we shouldn't have got in. "Agressive recon"... I keep getting this feeling we were lab rats being sent to study the Collectors feeding habits or somesuch.
DC: Did you leave Palaven immediately after?
D: If only! Our shuttles were damaged in the bug-out and we were forced to land inside Turian-controlled territory. Some big-wig Turian officer decided it was a good idea to capture injured Cerberus troops and... well, it didn't go well. To him.
DC: What happened?
D: My stupid CO was fumbling with the QEC trying to get support from outside when it was clear the higher-ups had given up on us. While he was exchanging harsh words with some Operations Director I gathered the guys and formed a quick plan. I told the Nemeses to bunker up while the Troopers and Guardians advanced on the Turians. Well, that went spetacularly wrong. I had hoped the Nemeses could take the Turians out from a distance while they engaged our grunts. Bad call. F***ing metal birds somehow spotted the Nemeses and began one-shotting every single one of them from distance. Never seen better snipers. All the while the Turian soldiers engaged our frontline guys and made short work of them.
DC: Did your CO realized that?
D: Yeah. He kept screaming at me. He said that I was out of order, that he would have my ass, all that s**t. Then his head just exploded.
DC: What?
D: Turian snipers. Mean bastards, that lot. That also meant I was safe from court martial and could assume command more or less immediately. Then the tide turned. You see, the Turians were ready for our regular troopers and even had learned how to dance with our Phantoms. They were never expecting me, though. I charged ahead with a couple Phantoms and a Nemesis behind me and broke their line. Their shots couldn't penetrate my armor and I turned their vanguard line into a bloody mess. Their snipers turned to engage me -- just to be taken down by the Phantoms. The Turian commander ordered some of his guys to retreat while he faced me one on one. Tough old bird, I'll give him that. But I got out and he didn't.
DC: Did you catch the escaping Turians?
D: No point in even trying. It was probably a trap, anyway.
DC: Hmm. So, after you left Palaven...
D: After that, I got a fine evening with the two Phantoms and the Nemesis. Ladies were needing a little R&R and we decided to...
DC: I meant the missions, Drake.
D: Well, here's the thing, doc. We went through hell together, trying to get intel on the Collectors. The girls were scared. I was scared. Our implants were hurting -- and hurting a LOT. Almost like we couldn't let go of the Collector's buzzing. So we banged like there was no tomorrow. And it felt... it felt...
DC: Yes?
D: ...
DC: Drake?
D: ... We didn't call each other by our names, doc. Isn't it strange? You're having the wildest sex of your life, and you can't remember the names of the girls you're with? The same soldiers who trained and fought by your side since... s**t, since ever, as far as I seem to remember. And they don't even mind it. They refer to each other and themselves, even, only by their numbers. And it's not like we troopers don't have distinct personalities. It's just that most times we... ah, f**k it!
DC: What, Drake? What is it?
D: [buries head on his hands]
DC: [takes some notes, than hands Drake a tissue paper. Silent tears roll on his face.]
D: Who ARE we fighting for, doc? What are we fighting for? I don't remember. I can't even remember... my own name.
[end recording]
No Guardian this time. The Dragoon was just begging to have a session with our good doctor Colborn, so he got ahead. Enjoy!
* * *
From the notes of Dr Taliah Colborn, Cerberus Psychiatrist
Subjetc: Dragoon "Drake" evaluation
[begin recording]
Orderly: Hello again, doc. Been a while, huh? Sick leave again?
Doctor Colborn: Hi, Andy. No, this time I was... the follow-up to Specialist "Kathy" was a bit more complicated than we thought.
O: The Nemesis? The creepy one?
DC: Yes, the Nemesis. Although we do not refer to patients as "creepy", Andy. You should know that.
O: If you say so, doc. It's like the saying goes, you don't need to be crazy to work here, but it helps.
DC: Huh. Haven't heard that one in a while...
O: Anyway, your next nutcase is ready to...
DC: Andy!
O: Your next patient is ready to come. I'll be just outside if you need me.
DC: Send him in.
[Patient enters]
DC: Good morning, Mr "Drake". Please take a seat.
Drake: "Drake"? I like that. Drake the Dragoon. Who comes up with these codenames, anyway?
DC: You find this whimsical?
D: I find it stupid. Why shouldn't you use my real name?
DC: There are several reasons for the codenames, Drake. Most of them concern your privacy and the establishment of doctor-patient trust.
D: Bull****. I got nothing to hide. Still, it's better than being called by my troop number.
DC: Which brings us to the reason you're here...
D: Yeah, yeah, I'm told I have to go through a "resocialization" or some such crap. My squad captain pulled that one, didn't he? I'll get that bastard later.
DC: Please, Drake. You are part of Cerberus' new batch of troops, formed in the wake of the demise of project Phoenix...
D: Spare me the lecture, doc.
DC: Will you let me continue?
D: ...
DC: Good. Now, the Dragoon units are trained by the remnants of project Phoenix, isn't that right? You are tasked to provide ground troops with linebraking tactics, using shock and awe elements to disperse enemy units.
D: That's the official line, yeah.
DC: So being aggressive is an essential part of your job.
D: I'm a soldier, doc. I kill people. Hell, I kill lots of people. It ain't pretty, but I'm damned good at it.
DC: According to your files, you personally killed four enemy commanders and thirty six elite enemy troops in your first month since deploying.
D: Also a crapload of grunts. Hell, my kill count is in the hundreds already and I've not even completed ten combat missions.
DC: The usual Dragoon tactic is to move along Centurions and Troopers, use their smoke screen to advance while they provide suppressive fire and flush the enemies out of cover. When Phantom units are in the field, you scout
ahead of them to force the enemy to move so the Phantoms can easily flank them.
D: Are you reciting lessons from the field manual?
DC: I'm trying to understand your job, Drake.
D: Call me by my name, damn it.
DC: [takes some notes] Drake, does my description match your standard field tactics?
D: That's what the booklet says, yes.
DC: It's in the book. But what is it what you yourself do?
D: ...
DC: Drake?
D: I really would like you to use my real name, doc.
DC: You know I can't do that.
D: So I guess this is it. You don't use my name, I keep my
mouth shut.
DC: That's not how it works, Drake. If you do not cooperate, I'm afraid I'll have to schedule even more appointments before you go return to the field.
D: ...
DC: [just stands silent facing Drake for a few minutes]
D: Ok, fine. Damn it! You got guts, doc, I'll grant you that. There are few people who can beat me in a staredown.
DC: You are used to get things your way.
D: Heh. Shrink talk, at last. All right, doc, I'll play along...
DC: Please, do.
D: [sigh] OK. Well, you got the field manual talk right. Training was brutal. We were told Cerberus was loosing ground on this f***ing war and humanity's existence was at stake and all that s**t. So we had to train hard, we had
to be the best of the best, we were mankind's last best hope.
DC: How long did you stay at boot camp?
D: Huh. Tell you the truth, doc, I don't even remember. Seem's like I've been training since forever. The drills were f***ing harsh. Sarge's always complaining no rat was defecting THIS time, so he had to flush anyone who was not totally commited.
DC: And by 'flush', he meant...
D: In the Dragoon's Eyre you either learn to fly or you get burned, doc.
DC: [takes some notes] Hmm. Please, go on.
D: So boot camp was hell. Some 3/4 of the new recruits didn't cut it. Tough s**t... but I was top of the class. I could't wait to get to the field. I'd make all those bastards pay for... for...
DC: For what, exactly?
D: F**k, for everything, doc! The war, the Reapers, those Alliance finks, the alien trash at the Council...
D: What was your first assignment?
D: Palaven. Intel suggested there was a strange pattern of Reaper movement in the surface, so Cerberus sent a strike force to make what they called "aggressive recon". Heh. Turns out there were not exactly Reapers, but Collectors. My unit was being cut to shreds minutes after we landed.Even the Phantoms were getting their asses handed to them. F***ing bugs.
DC: I... I thought the Collectors were extinct.
D: Well, ain't that a riot? Not only they're alive and buzzing, they turned parts of Palaven into Collector Central. Anyway, my CO was trying to get his s**t together when... s**t, I don't know, doc. Something inside my head just came unhinged. I didn't wait for orders. I broke ranks and charged the enemy, like Sarge told me to at the Eyre. I smashed and shot my way where our forces were pinned down. I think I torn a Praetorian in half. Damn dung beetle was firing some laser beam at our guys. That's when the CO ordered the retreat.
DC: Hmm. How would you rate this first mission?
D: "Abysmal" doesn't come even close. CO said I saved the unit, but truth is, we shouldn't have got in. "Agressive recon"... I keep getting this feeling we were lab rats being sent to study the Collectors feeding habits or somesuch.
DC: Did you leave Palaven immediately after?
D: If only! Our shuttles were damaged in the bug-out and we were forced to land inside Turian-controlled territory. Some big-wig Turian officer decided it was a good idea to capture injured Cerberus troops and... well, it didn't go well. To him.
DC: What happened?
D: My stupid CO was fumbling with the QEC trying to get support from outside when it was clear the higher-ups had given up on us. While he was exchanging harsh words with some Operations Director I gathered the guys and formed a quick plan. I told the Nemeses to bunker up while the Troopers and Guardians advanced on the Turians. Well, that went spetacularly wrong. I had hoped the Nemeses could take the Turians out from a distance while they engaged our grunts. Bad call. F***ing metal birds somehow spotted the Nemeses and began one-shotting every single one of them from distance. Never seen better snipers. All the while the Turian soldiers engaged our frontline guys and made short work of them.
DC: Did your CO realized that?
D: Yeah. He kept screaming at me. He said that I was out of order, that he would have my ass, all that s**t. Then his head just exploded.
DC: What?
D: Turian snipers. Mean bastards, that lot. That also meant I was safe from court martial and could assume command more or less immediately. Then the tide turned. You see, the Turians were ready for our regular troopers and even had learned how to dance with our Phantoms. They were never expecting me, though. I charged ahead with a couple Phantoms and a Nemesis behind me and broke their line. Their shots couldn't penetrate my armor and I turned their vanguard line into a bloody mess. Their snipers turned to engage me -- just to be taken down by the Phantoms. The Turian commander ordered some of his guys to retreat while he faced me one on one. Tough old bird, I'll give him that. But I got out and he didn't.
DC: Did you catch the escaping Turians?
D: No point in even trying. It was probably a trap, anyway.
DC: Hmm. So, after you left Palaven...
D: After that, I got a fine evening with the two Phantoms and the Nemesis. Ladies were needing a little R&R and we decided to...
DC: I meant the missions, Drake.
D: Well, here's the thing, doc. We went through hell together, trying to get intel on the Collectors. The girls were scared. I was scared. Our implants were hurting -- and hurting a LOT. Almost like we couldn't let go of the Collector's buzzing. So we banged like there was no tomorrow. And it felt... it felt...
DC: Yes?
D: ...
DC: Drake?
D: ... We didn't call each other by our names, doc. Isn't it strange? You're having the wildest sex of your life, and you can't remember the names of the girls you're with? The same soldiers who trained and fought by your side since... s**t, since ever, as far as I seem to remember. And they don't even mind it. They refer to each other and themselves, even, only by their numbers. And it's not like we troopers don't have distinct personalities. It's just that most times we... ah, f**k it!
DC: What, Drake? What is it?
D: [buries head on his hands]
DC: [takes some notes, than hands Drake a tissue paper. Silent tears roll on his face.]
D: Who ARE we fighting for, doc? What are we fighting for? I don't remember. I can't even remember... my own name.
[end recording]
#66
Posté 25 octobre 2012 - 02:06
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YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSS
#68
Posté 25 octobre 2012 - 03:02
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Dude ... That's .... amazing ....
You sir, are in my opinion needed at the writing department of Bioware !
HIRE HIM NAOW !
You sir, are in my opinion needed at the writing department of Bioware !
HIRE HIM NAOW !
#69
Posté 25 octobre 2012 - 03:16
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I'd send them a resume if they were hiring :-)
Modifié par Dbohr, 25 octobre 2012 - 03:18 .
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Posté 25 octobre 2012 - 10:50
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Wow, glad you're back. That was a good one, keep 'em coming!
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Posté 26 octobre 2012 - 01:51
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FINALLY U BAAAAAAAACCCCKKKK 
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on another note, i am currently writing a fanfic and i wondered if i could use one or two of your characters (mainly doctor colborn) in the story. who knows, i may also post a psych evaluation with the character i plan on having contact with her (as in being friends or something)
!on another note, i am currently writing a fanfic and i wondered if i could use one or two of your characters (mainly doctor colborn) in the story. who knows, i may also post a psych evaluation with the character i plan on having contact with her (as in being friends or something)
Modifié par Dark Satris, 26 octobre 2012 - 01:51 .
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Posté 26 octobre 2012 - 01:57
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Hey, feel free! I write these pieces out of love for the ME universe. If you feel like contributing to the story of the good doctor, by all means do it!
I already know how her story is going to develop, but I'd love to see another perspective on Colborn :-)
I already know how her story is going to develop, but I'd love to see another perspective on Colborn :-)
#73
Posté 26 octobre 2012 - 02:42
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Writing dialog is a bit of an art. You, Sir, have mastered it quite well. Excellent work!
#75
Posté 26 octobre 2012 - 09:08
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Daaaamn...I like. And of course the Dragoon is the one who gets all the Cerberus ladies in a twist. 
You really ought to put this up on fanfiction.net if you haven't already.
You really ought to put this up on fanfiction.net if you haven't already.
