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[Pacifien]

Right. So. I wrote this.

Lavender fields before an orange-tinted sky. There were insects as large as your hand, as colorful as a butterfly, that produced the sound of metal rustling in the breeze. She didn't know from where these images came, so bright and different from the view out her window. Out there it was dark greens, dull greys, a humid haze. When it was quiet, when they left her alone long enough that her thoughts wandered beyond these walls, she always could see lavender fields. Instead of the smell of mud and decay, she could almost sense an aroma that made her lungs feel open and free.

She used to wonder if she had been there before, but it stirred such a deep emotion from her that was worse than any shock therapy, any surgical procedure. It wasn't a physical pain, but a pain of loss and longing. Tears fell for no reason. When she thought of those fields, she had this feeling that she was supposed to be in those fields, away from here. Away from Teltin.

She could never understand that urge to escape. She had been here all her life, these walls were her whole world. While she knew an entire galaxy existed beyond this place, they were just vids: combat scenarios, technical schematics, alien physiology. Nothing more than holos, intangible, beyond reach. They weren't real. They weren't home. Teltin was home. It had to be home. She'd never lived anywhere else.

Lavender fields before an orange-tinted sky. That was what she had created before she even thought to think about the pencils and paper before her. She had sat at her desk staring at that drawing for a long time. Lost in a silence and a stupor, as if she had been stunned too many times after a practice session. There was no emotion, not thoughts, no clarity. The sound of metal rustling in the breeze. The shriek of children. The clamor of rain. A voice on an intercom announcing the end of the recess. The buzz of mechanical doors whirling open.

She blinked. Moved her eyes. Glanced out the window. The children outside, laughing as they ran for the open doors as the rain became harder. A momentary flash across the sky, the sound of thunder. She looked back at her room. Such grey walls. Such a cold world.

A raging storm. Not outside, but in here. The only warning a deep sounding pulse and a flicker as the desk found itself in the air and slammed across the opposing wall. The papers were floating slowly to the ground, all but one. She grabbed the one that had been on top, crushed it in her hands with such force that her nails dug into the palm of her hand. She screamed in frustration, found herself gathering all her strength in that hand as she directed it at the wall. Over and over until the blood flowed from her knuckles, until the unmistakeable crack of her bones.

Who knows how much time had passed between that initial outburst until the guards had entered the room. One made the mistake of calling out her name, gathering attention he did not want. She immediately stopped her assault against the wall and turned her hateful gaze toward him. She knew this man. She knew all these guards. She recited their names like a mantra each night, a prayer for their deaths. She didn't know their real names, but the ones she had made for them to distinguish them apart from each other.

This guard's name was Red Eye; she thought she'd heard others speak of a Red Sand habit once. His name was Red Eye. Before he could even register his mistake, her hand was directed toward him. A lightness as his feet left the ground. Followed by a sudden sensation that his lungs were deflating, that he was unable to even suck in a mouthful of air. She wondered if he felt every moment of his death as she crushed the bones of his skull, if he felt the rest of the bones follow suit when she directed her arm toward the wall and threw him with such force that the wall dented and was smeared in his blood.

Her body was on fire again. Someone was smart enough to activate the pain receptors first this time. Normally, she'd be writhing on the floor the second the receptors were activated. This time she only fell to one knee, bracing herself with her one good hand on the bookshelf. She kept her focus on the door. One of the other guards, Ginger Eddie was the name she gave that one, was in a frantic state looking at the remains of Red Eye. Another guard, Stonewall, he had his gun pointed right at her, no expression on his face as always.

Behind them all was the doctor and the device she knew they used to control her. She couldn't move. Each attempt just brought her falling slightly more toward the floor. She could crush a man standing ten feet away; she should be able to reach a small metal controller. All she had to do was reach out her broken hand, find the impulse, the energy that led to the doctor. She was starting to see the white flashes of her vision that were the precursor to blacking out. Colors and shapes were distorting. Suddenly the crisp white coat of the doctor took on a lavender hue. She just had to reach out her hand. Instead, there was a burst of sound, not from the thunder outside, but from a pistol.

Everything stopped. Everything became muted. She was lying on her back, a broken hand and a gunshot to the leg. Everyone yelling as she found herself being pulled viciously to her feet and dragged to the surgical room. She only had a moment to spare a glance to the doctor, sensing his vitriol, already planning his retribution upon her recovery. She was so close, and he knew it. She gave him a vindictive smile, one she was happy to see drained the color from his face.

[Goat_Shepard]

JohnnyDollar wrote...

Mondo47 wrote...
Jack: Go near her, and I break it off, ok?!

  1:48

I laughed so hard at the minific, and then I saw this and just made it that much better

When you think you've met the right woman you wanna settle down, change your life? Remember this face:

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

adriano_c wrote...

Just played through that new Dragon Age DLC (Leliana's Song). It was actually quite good.

Good, I've been meaning to get that DLC, it's the exact kind of DLC I have been waiting for.

Here's hoping Bioware does something similar for a certain ME2 character...
Unfortunately, it'd probably end up being "Tali's Omni-tool" or something.

Hey now, to be honest, Tali's probably the last character you could write Leliana's Song-esque DLC for.

Jack and Garrus, however....they could be spinoffs.

Modifié par Goat_Shepard, 15 juillet 2010 - 08:05 .

[Collider]

Garrus & Thane I think would be most appropriate for character DLC. If not them, then Zaeed or Jack, really.

[Arhka]

Jack, Legion, and Garrus are definitely in the top for side-story DLC. Although, you could probably do Tali's history leading up to Freedom's Progress. Or Wrex uniting the clans. That would be good.

[The Unfallen]

I like the paragon relationship, it is more mature they just sorta lay there.

[Goat_Shepard]

Pacifien....that was...beautifully painful....

[Pacifien]

I worked backwards on that thing. I was thinking about her telling Shepard where she killed her first man, and I always figured she'd have killed one before her eventual escape. Also was thinking about the first time she realized she was an all powerful biotic ****.

[Pacifien]

xenoprobe9 wrote...
Just wondering, is Jack capable of vanity? I mean, she's developed this abrasive personality-self defense mechanism, is inked to the point of madness, but other than her scalp tattoo, she's left that pretty face unmarked. Hmm...

Unmarked aside from the lipstick, mascara, eyeshadow, and plucked eyebrows. Nah, she's not capable of vanity at all.

Modifié par Pacifien, 15 juillet 2010 - 08:41 .

[Goat_Shepard]

Pacifien wrote...

I worked backwards on that thing. I was thinking about her telling Shepard where she killed her first man, and I always figured she'd have killed one before her eventual escape.

That woulda made it better

Also was thinking about the first time she realized she was an all
powerful biotic ****.

DO WANT!

yorkj86 wrote...

Pacifien, that quickfic makes me wish that more of Teltin was explorable, and that there had been more dialogue with Jack while exploring her room. Or, maybe, Jack didn't want to say more, because she didn't yet trust Shepard. That's probably the case. Maybe she'll tell a Shepard who has romanced her more.

Even on Insanity, Pragia took me about 20 minutes. So unfair, but look what they did with just a 20 minute mission.

Modifié par Goat_Shepard, 15 juillet 2010 - 08:42 .

[Pacifien]

Goat_Shepard wrote...

Pacifien wrote...
Also was thinking about the first time she realized she was an all
powerful biotic ****.

DO WANT!

I was subtle about it. I basically left it to the last three sentences of the fic.

[Pacifien]

xenoprobe9 wrote...
lol, Pacifien. Point taken. Maybe the makeup is the tattoo, not sure I can really picture her standing in front of a mirror applying it.

I do know there is some permanent makeup concept out there in today's world, but apparently that hasn't fully caught up with Jack because if you do the paragon romance with her, that mascara just runs all over.

[NICKjnp]

@Mondo... perfect!

I take Grunt with me on every mission....

Modifié par NICKjnp, 15 juillet 2010 - 09:00 .

[Mondo47]

Pacifien wrote...

xenoprobe9 wrote...
lol, Pacifien. Point taken. Maybe the makeup is the tattoo, not sure I can really picture her standing in front of a mirror applying it.

I do know there is some permanent makeup concept out there in today's world, but apparently that hasn't fully caught up with Jack because if you do the paragon romance with her, that mascara just runs all over.

Oh, and Paci - cracking work there. Loved it. You guys are gonna make me have to up my game, damnit!

[NICKjnp]

Pacifien wrote...

xenoprobe9 wrote...
lol, Pacifien. Point taken. Maybe the makeup is the tattoo, not sure I can really picture her standing in front of a mirror applying it.

I do know there is some permanent makeup concept out there in today's world, but apparently that hasn't fully caught up with Jack because if you do the paragon romance with her, that mascara just runs all over.

A local TV news anchor lives near me and I used to see her out running... she has the permanent make up (which is tattooed) on... it is hideous.

[Azint]

NICKjnp wrote...

A local TV news anchor lives near me and I used to see her out running... she has the permanent make up (which is tattooed) on... it is hideous.

Like imitation mascara, eyeliner and such?

[Goat_Shepard]

xenoprobe9 wrote...

I know it does. I wouldn't ''romance'' her any other way.

That's nice.

Pacifien wrote...
I was subtle about it. I basically left it to the last three sentences of the fic.

I said moar, and I meant it

yorkj86 wrote...
Ooh.  Beautiful.

That lighting...

Oddly enough, I have the same scar only singular on the left eyebrow no I wasn't attacked by a cougar. No wait, nvm, I was

Modifié par Goat_Shepard, 15 juillet 2010 - 09:34 .

[NICKjnp]

Azint wrote...

NICKjnp wrote...

A local TV news anchor lives near me and I used to see her out running... she has the permanent make up (which is tattooed) on... it is hideous.

Like imitation mascara, eyeliner and such?

yep... that way they don't have to have make up put on two or three times a day all week.  On tv it is fine... but when you see them in person... ick.

[Azint]

NICKjnp wrote...

yep... that way they don't have to have make up put on two or three times a day all week.  On tv it is fine... but when you see them in person... ick.

Most people you see on TV typically look much less glamorous than when you see them in person.

[Mondo47]

I just had this idea... I might do something more polished with it, but this is just the instant brain-reaction to it... i warn you, kinda silly

Califa Falls, 17:04 pm...


A woman stands at the end of a long ranch driveway watching the road. A wheeled vehicle approaches; a black-cherry toned car that kicks up dust. It pulls to a halt; its body all sweeping lines and arcs that belong to an entirely different century, roof folded back on itself. Two young girls giggle and chatter incessantly in the back seat in that endless, formless tide of words only other excitable children can understand. A little girl with dark hair hops out of the car and runs up to the woman. She turns back to wave frantically at the other girl, who beams and waves back with both hands. The woman catches the eye of the man driving the car, who smiles and offers her a polite nod. The woman smiles back, perhaps a little nervously, and mouths "thank you." The man grins, tips her a jaunty salute, and swings the car back around the way it came.

Little girl: (shouting) Bye! Bye! I'll see you at school tomorrow! Bye!

Mother: Ok, little less volume, honey. And next time you run off to one of your friend's houses after school, you really should call. Your father and I were worried.

Little girl: (giddily) Ok mom, sorry. But Miranda's mom picked her up from school and asked if we wanted ice cream, so I said yes, and we all went to the creamery down at Falls Village.

Mother: So that's your new friend's name, Miranda?

Little girl: Uh huh. She's in Miss Pickman's class, but we play at lunchtimes. Miranda's really good at kickball.

Mother: You play kickball? Well that explains all the scrapes in the last few weeks...

Little girl: Uh huh. With the boys. Miranda's better than all of them.

The two begin walking back up the driveway.

Mother: So... what are Miranda's mommy and daddy like?

Little girl: Oh, Miranda's daddy is... I think he's in the army. He has all these guns on the wall in his office. And this really big scary monster's head on the wall. And lots of books - old fashioned ones with paper in them.

Mother: Ok... and so you went for ice cream?

Little girl: Yeah, and Miranda's mom ate like a whole pint of chocolate ice cream in one go.

Mother: (chuckling) I'm sure she didn't...

Little girl: Uh huh! She did! And a banana split. And two slurpees.

Mother: (under her breath) Her daddy must like big girls then...

Little girl: And then we went back to Miranda's house, and played with her dog.

Mother: What's their house like?

Little girl: It's like a museum; it has guns, and suits of armour, and skeletons and... it's like the circus too, because Miranda's mommy's room has a trapeze in it, and bars on the walls like in a dance class, but they go up instead of side-to-side.

The mother looks a little perturbed for a second, but concludes her daughter must be describing it incorrectly or making it up.

Little girl: And Miranda's dog is really big!

Mother: Oh? What kind of dog is he?

Little girl: (thinking for a moment) Purple.

Mother: Their dog is purple?

Little girl: Uh huh. Purple stripes. And huuuuge teeth.

The little girl snaps her teeth for emphasis.

Mother: Oookay... and then what did you do?

Little girl: Then we had juice, and I told Miranda's dad you didn't know I was there so he called and then brought me home in his old fashioned car.

Mother: You'll have to thank him next time you see him.

Little girl: I will, mom.

Mother: And what's Miranda's mom like?

Little girl: Oh, she has no hair and has "DEATH" on her knuckles.

Mother: (with no sincerity whatsoever) Right. Of course she does.

The two continue up along the driveway and out of sight...