This might get a little tweak or two, but I think you'll get the idea - a little bit of bonding, Unreconstructed-Jack-style
Normandy Engineering, 13:44 Standard Operational Hours...Tali enters the engine room, a case in her arms, only to find Ken Donnelly beating a retreat in the opposite direction. He almost ploughs into Tali, who makes an awkward half-turn to keep hold of the bulky box. Ken: Oh! Sorry Tali... didn't see you there.
Tali: (slightly irritated) Oh, that's fine. Where's the radiation leak?
Ken: Oh, there's no emergency, don't worry... it's...
Ken lowers his voice and gestures over his shoulder.Ken: She's up here again. Last time I even looked in her direction she threatened to cram one of the heat exchange manifolds up my arse, so I'm not taking any chances. You should do the same... take a break, maybe?
Tali: (firmly) I have a job to do, she's not going to stop me doing it.
Ken: You're a braver lass than me then. Good luck. I'll be back later. Remember the Commander is on shore trying to track down that matriarch, so...
be careful.
Ken squeezes by Tali and beats a hasty retreat. Tali sighs, and moves into the main engine room. At first, the monitoring stations all look empty, then Tali notices movement. Sitting astride the main console in front of the drive core is Jack. She has one hand on the partition, and is looking up at the drive core as it purrs incessantly. Tali clears her throat as she approaches.Tali: Excuse me, I have to work there.
Jack simply ignores Tali. No reaction whatsoever.Tali: (with a hint of irritation) I said I have to work there. Could you move, please? Excuse me!
Jack: I'm nearly done. You can wait.
Tali: What exactly do you think you're doing, anyway?
Jack: (smirking) Sitting up here enjoying the vibrations coming off that thing.
Jack arches her back and grinds against the top of the console theatrically. She gives a girlish little squeak and then grins mockingly at Tali.
Jack: You should try it sometime. Might enjoy it.
Tali gives a revolted little sigh and puts down the crate. Jack swings her leg back over the console and hops down. She leans back against the console and watches Tali unpack parts from the crate.
Jack: So is this all you do? Play at being an engineer?
Tali: (somewhat self-assured) Oh, I don't play at being an engineer. I'm a damn good one.
Jack: Ever field-stripped a T-17 fighter engine? While the turian army take potshots at you with artillery?
Tali: No. But I could. Have you?
Jack: Nah. Watched someone do it, though. Most boring-ass sh*t I've seen in my life. Guy shoulda been out there with the rest of us blowing the bastard's pointy heads off. His loss - he bought it in one of the barrages.
Tali: At least it got him away from your charming personality...
Jack: Oh! The Fishbowl has a bit of backbone! Interesting.
Tali: Is this how you spend your time? Insulting people for fun? It's a little childish.
Jack: I get off on it though. Besides, that's not what I'm here to do...
Jack steps lightly past where Tali is organising the parts on the deck plates. As she passes she reaches out with a little energy to a plasma-welder - it leaps up from the deck into Jack's hand. Tali begins to turn and say something, but she is cut off by the sudden buzz of the tool jolting into life in Jack's hand. She freezes up. Jack leans over her shoulder and murmurs where her ears would be.Jack: I'm here to kill things. And I'm damn good at that, too.
Tali focuses herself on the task at hand, trying avoid any signs of distress, knowing full well that Jack is just trying to intimidate her. She picks up a couple of her parts and opens an access panel in the wall to her left. Jack stands back and watches Tali for a moment. She jolts the plasma-welder a couple of times, but Tali seems to be intent on ignoring her now. Jack gives a disappointed little sigh.
Jack: I thought you'd be more fun than the cheerleader... you're even more boring. At least she bites.
Tali: (concentrating on her work) I'm not giving you the satisfaction. Quarians meet people like you all the time, so you don't impress me.
Jack: (mocking) Oh, you're hurting my feelings!
Tali: You obviously don't have any.
Jack: Oh but
you do, don't you Fishbowl? I've seen how you jump about like a varren on an electric fence when the Commander comes into the room. So, you f*cked him yet? 'Cause I gotta wonder, is he into weird sh*t like you, or does he prefer a real woman... he looks like he likes a real woman, at least... never can tell, though.
Tali spins around, holding a length of tubular metal in her hand.
Tali: (angrily) You've no right to talk about Shepard like that! He's my friend. We've been through a lot together. While you were rotting in prison we fought the Geth and Saren. He saved the Citadel, the Council... he's a hero. He deserves respect.
Jack: (amused) My my... found a weak spot, haven't I, Fishbowl? Does he know you want him to come play probe-the-planet with you? Or are you too scared to speak about things like that? Besides, he's Cerberus now, you should keep your mouth shut... you know how they can be about aliens...
Tali: He's not with Cerberus! He's just helping them while it's convenient to his own causes. I've helped him destroy Cerberus facilities all over Citadel-space.
Jack: Held his hand while he did it?
Tali: Shepard needs no-one to hold his hand. You obviously need a keeper.
Jack: Always have, Fishbowl. You just need a few lessons on hiding your feelings, because if
I can see it, you think Shepard
can't? You're just going to embarass yourself, sweetheart. Maybe you should just go back to your suit's sensory feedback sh*t... or your tools.
Tali: (seriously angry) You -
Jack suddenly collides with Tali, pinning her back against the wall. Tali tries to fight back, pushing against Jack's chest with her free hand, while Jack holds the other - and her omni-tool - above her head. Jack's biotics flare into life, suddenly pushing back at Tali with a force she cannot match. Jack: (quietly) Oh, be very, very careful what you wish for.
Jack suddenly produces the plasma-welder and holds it close to Tali's faceplate.
Jack: I always wondered what quarians look like under these things...
At this moment, Gabriella Daniels enters engineering. She stops dead in her tracks: Tali is pinned up against the wall by Jack, one of her hands seemingly gripping Jack's breast. Jack turns to stare at Gabby, her expression cold.Jack: (tersely) What? We're making friends.
Jack suddenly crams one thigh between Tali's legs, then slowly runs her tongue up her faceplate. Jack turns back to face Gabby.Jack: So, little privacy please?
Gabby turns and practically runs out of engineering. Jack snorts and bursts into laughter. She releases Tali, who reels back, while Jack roars with amusement.Jack: (between laughter) F*ck, did you see her face? That's about the funniest thing -
Tali pulls back her hand and slams a good right cross into Jack's jaw. Jack is knocked back against the opposite bulkhead by the blow. Staggered, but still snorting with laughter, Jack dabs at her lip. She notes the smear of blood left on her fingers. Tonguing her lip, she looks back at Tali, her expression one of evaluation. Tali, breathing heavily, slowly pulls herself into a defensive posture, one hand still closed around the length of pipe.
Jack: Wow. Nice punch...
Jack carefully puts the plasma-welder back on the ground, back where Tali had lain out the tools so carefully before.
Jack: Not even the cheerleader had the balls to do that...
Jack turns away from Tali and spits blood onto the deck plates.Jack: Not bad at all... I think I might start to like you, Fishbowl. You got a bit of fire in you. Yeah... I can see why Shepard has you here. You're not
just an engineer.
Jack walks towards the doorway casually, still rubing her jaw. As the door hisses open, she turns back, grins at Tali.Jack: We should do this again. Sorry about the...
Jack waves her hand up and down in front of her face. The door hisses closed behind her. Tali sags back against the railing on the wall and the pipe clatters out of her hand to the floor.
Modifié par Mondo47, 19 juillet 2010 - 04:07 .