. I'm glad you're not abandoning it. It's a great premiss, it just needs a few tweeks.
Into the Bad Girl: Jack Fans
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Posté 22 juillet 2010 - 04:41
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Well good . I'm glad you're not abandoning it. It's a great premiss, it just needs a few tweeks.
. I'm glad you're not abandoning it. It's a great premiss, it just needs a few tweeks.
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Posté 22 juillet 2010 - 04:53
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Most stories do.Jackal904 wrote...
Well good
Since I can't play the game at the moment, thinking of perhaps putting all the Teltin fics I've written into some longer story. Or working on my Overlord fic where Jack drives the Hammerhead. I originally didn't have Miranda in the vehicle, but thinking about changing that. It's an exercise in how I feel missions should have worked where Shepard actually uses more than two squadmates at a time.
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Posté 22 juillet 2010 - 05:03
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Ok, tweaked a little and it's back in there. Timing's still a little ambiguous, but I didn't want to risk making it any longer.
Modifié par Mondo47, 22 juillet 2010 - 05:56 .
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Posté 22 juillet 2010 - 05:06
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Mondo, Liara DLC confirmed - Now with 100% more reason for a quickfic to be written where Jack interacts with Liara.
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Posté 22 juillet 2010 - 05:16
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Well my 'quickfic canon' Shep romanced Ash, so it might be a different encounter to what I'd expect to write... also I have to try and figure out where it'll come in the chain of events... hmn. This'll need thought.
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Posté 22 juillet 2010 - 05:24
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Mondo47 wrote...
Well my 'quickfic canon' Shep romanced Ash, so it might be a different encounter to what I'd expect to write... also I have to try and figure out where it'll come in the chain of events... hmn. This'll need thought.
I see...an alternative universe; Shepard is a professional wrestler, the Citadel is host to the largest pornography convention in the galaxy, and Krogan are loyal factory workers at Mattel...
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Posté 22 juillet 2010 - 05:26
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No, I don't think it needs to be an alternate universe for the Citadel to host the largest pornography convention in the galaxy...
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Posté 22 juillet 2010 - 05:28
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Grapey, whatever you're taking, can I have a bowl of it please? 
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Posté 22 juillet 2010 - 05:28
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Pacifien wrote...
No, I don't think it needs to be an alternate universe for the Citadel to host the largest pornography convention in the galaxy...
Rats. Reality always comes crushing in when I'm trying to be creative.
@Mondo: Put George Carlin's body of work on repeat and intermingle it with the odd episode of Twin Peaks. That ought to do it.
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Posté 22 juillet 2010 - 05:35
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LiquidGrape wrote...
Rats. Reality always comes crushing in when I'm trying to be creative.
It did actually give me an idea for scripting a parody of the trailer for The Wrestler - Shepard's dating a porn actress that works on The Citadel, his daughter is trying to organise a better pay deal for the krogan workers in the Mattel supercorporation's factories, and Shep's 80-a-day Illusive brand cigarette habit means he has to stop wrestling
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Posté 22 juillet 2010 - 05:37
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Mondo47 wrote...
It did actually give me an idea for scripting a parody of the trailer for The Wrestler - Shepard's dating a porn actress that works on The Citadel, his daughter is trying to organise a better pay deal for the krogan workers in the Mattel supercorporation's factories, and Shep's 80-a-day Illusive brand cigarette habit means he has to stop wrestling
As long as I get full credit for the original idea, it's yours.
Edit: Okay, that would be a stretch. I'll settle for "creative consultant".
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Posté 22 juillet 2010 - 06:17
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Given that the Liara DLC was announced today, I'm gonna have to rig up a special Shep that romances Liara in ME1 and Jack in ME2... Just to see what happens. Anyone else thinking those "consequences" might come a sight earlier than we'd anticipated?
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Posté 22 juillet 2010 - 06:28
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I don't think those consequences are going to involve the love interests pitted against each other so much as a demand that Shepard make the choice. I did speculate that Shepard could make the choice to pick Liara in the DLC instead of waiting until ME3, though. Think that would result in Jack's lovely "Fuck off!" for the rest of the game, though.royceclemens wrote...
Given that the Liara DLC was announced today, I'm gonna have to rig up a special Shep that romances Liara in ME1 and Jack in ME2... Just to see what happens. Anyone else thinking those "consequences" might come a sight earlier than we'd anticipated?
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Posté 22 juillet 2010 - 06:28
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No chance. We'll be extremely lucky to have any party members even speak at all.
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Posté 22 juillet 2010 - 06:41
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No chance. We'll be extremely lucky to have any party members even speak at all.
Ah, but only Liara has to speak, theoretically.
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Posté 22 juillet 2010 - 06:50
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Since there's a spate of fanficking go'n on, I thought I'd give it another shot. Okay, the last one went over like a fat male stripper at Billy's Sixth Birthday Party, but... what the hell. I'll just post a snippet and if no one likes it, *shrug*. I call it "Best Served Cold".
"God is Dead."
She remembered staring at the words. Plain style, no embellishment. The most famous phrase of Friedrich Nietszche rested in its plain frame above the door to that room. It hadn't been in any language she'd known at the time, but she'd figured it out. It's meaning, by itself, was straightforward enough. But its meanings could be myriad - many shadings of meaning.
From nothing to life-and-death meanings.
Have you heard of that madman...?
That's too easy. It was too easy to say she was insane and leave it at that. Too pat an answer. Too easy to avoid responsibility for the creation of a monster. Insanity in itself was too easy.
I am looking for God! I am looking for God!
She rose, stared out at the flat expanse of space. She glanced at the bar, shook her head. Kasumi was off the ship with Shepard.
Shepard...
Aren't we all? And we never find him. Well... some of us never do. Some of us try - looking into our own souls. Some of us think they find it by destroying others. I think I'll never find God. I think it's no longer important.
Perhaps I'll let him find me.
"Necessity called me up and set me on this path." The 'doctor' had said. His name had been...Vander? No. Vashmeer. He liked to talk, as if explaining it somehow justified it. "Cerberus called me to be an artist - they've given me this chance to redefine the limits of our mortality. Your sacrifices must be made. You understand?"
She didn't. Somehow she thought that if she did, things would only get worse. Although she couldn't see how, exactly. The snik-slice of the machine behind her slid like ice across her nerves. Her teeth threatened to chatter - not from cold, although she had never been so cold. She would never understand that. The sultry air of Pragia soaked in even here.
Inside she was howling for a mother she'd never had.
She looked down at her arms, at the colors of pain etched on her skin, the faint outlines of implanted pads and sinks and containers that linked her nervous system to the nanomachines that stored and channeled the power that coursed through her. That power hummed through her muscles, nerves, made her flesh warm.
Sensual.
An electric non-invasive mental carress, more gentle than any human lover, and faint blue glow spots coalesced and slid up her skin, slid down the pathways they'd scratched on her. Arrayed along her spine, humming quietly in her skull, flexing through her joints and sliding through her muscle, accentuating her bones.
She'd been meant as the spearpoint for humanity to crash across the stars.
Shepard had helped her erase that hole, that pit, that smear on her heart, and maybe she didn't remember everything, but she remembered enough.
They tried to hide it, close it down, erase the knowledge. No. Not for what they'd done to create her. Destroy it? - souls had been sold for less.
She found him, at long last. She knew where he was now.
She knew what had to be done.
Three years of her life searching. Doing things that cut another sliver from her humanity and made everything red. Not a single legal avenue pursued, because the law didn't care. No one cared. Except Jack. Except the monster called Zero. Legal? F*ck illegal. She would pull ten lifetimes worth of illegal. Ten, one, none - so what?
The wreckage of her life lay strewn behind her, and she knew she'd leave bloody footprints into hell.
What was one life, anyway? Boiled down to its essence? Something so basically biological as eating, sleeping, excreting, reproducing? Something abstract - loving, feeling, giving a damn, having a cause, wanting a reason?
Damn Shepard anyway!
Let's boil it down then, she thought, tapping her power, blue glow suffusing the room. Render it down to essences. Peel away the flesh and muscle - get to the bones, to the marrow. Let's just get it done! Resonances of a past life whispered on the edge of her mind, asking questions she no longer had answers for, though she once did. Once. Maybe. Different shadings of obsession. It was hard to think past those days, though, when her flesh remembered nothing but fear...
"Call it what you may, karma, fate, kismet - doesn't matter. Words become the enemy after a while. Wh*res for lying tongues." He smells like burnt meat, she thought, and that thought made terror something that kicked her in the throat, like a vicious child tormenting the neighbor's dog. He smiled at her. Sharks smile like that. She felt wet. Right. Fear.
"You've heard them praying, haven't you? Well, there are no gods here. God restricts our creativity. Unfortunately, the first casualty of creativity is originality." He just stared at her, as he spoke. His lips parted like a zipper in a smile, or something he called a smile. His eyes were motionless and he refused to blink. They glittered in the cold light.
"The second is meaning. Originality and meaning - both the cause and effect, the lovely paradox, of my art." He blinked then, once. It ws so unexpected she flinched, as if at a gunshot.
"You're afraid of me." Matter of fact. "But you must love me like a father, won't you? I am your father, you know, after all. I am."
What could she say?
"Yes."
"There now, my canvas. We may begin in earnest."
Jack had laid there, screaming a scream that she could no longer hear, because it had long since passed the need for sound, strapped down, plugged in while remorseless machines implanted and cut and scraped and made room inside her.
Have you lost him then? said one. Did he lose his way like a child? said another. Or is he hiding? Is he afraid of us? Has he gone on a voyage? Or emigrated?
Three years. Down there, where Shepard had gone, he awaited her, although he did not know it yet. The Normandy's databanks knew his name and his place, and even his bloodtype.
She was curious about that, as well.
Jack, despite appearences, had a leonine patience, unique to herself. It was the patience born of poverty of choice, of the inability to choose. When you could not decide, you waited. What you could not change, you endured. You didn't like it, but you waited. As she did now.
The time would come.
To be continued... maybe....
"God is Dead."
She remembered staring at the words. Plain style, no embellishment. The most famous phrase of Friedrich Nietszche rested in its plain frame above the door to that room. It hadn't been in any language she'd known at the time, but she'd figured it out. It's meaning, by itself, was straightforward enough. But its meanings could be myriad - many shadings of meaning.
From nothing to life-and-death meanings.
Have you heard of that madman...?
That's too easy. It was too easy to say she was insane and leave it at that. Too pat an answer. Too easy to avoid responsibility for the creation of a monster. Insanity in itself was too easy.
I am looking for God! I am looking for God!
She rose, stared out at the flat expanse of space. She glanced at the bar, shook her head. Kasumi was off the ship with Shepard.
Shepard...
Aren't we all? And we never find him. Well... some of us never do. Some of us try - looking into our own souls. Some of us think they find it by destroying others. I think I'll never find God. I think it's no longer important.
Perhaps I'll let him find me.
"Necessity called me up and set me on this path." The 'doctor' had said. His name had been...Vander? No. Vashmeer. He liked to talk, as if explaining it somehow justified it. "Cerberus called me to be an artist - they've given me this chance to redefine the limits of our mortality. Your sacrifices must be made. You understand?"
She didn't. Somehow she thought that if she did, things would only get worse. Although she couldn't see how, exactly. The snik-slice of the machine behind her slid like ice across her nerves. Her teeth threatened to chatter - not from cold, although she had never been so cold. She would never understand that. The sultry air of Pragia soaked in even here.
Inside she was howling for a mother she'd never had.
She looked down at her arms, at the colors of pain etched on her skin, the faint outlines of implanted pads and sinks and containers that linked her nervous system to the nanomachines that stored and channeled the power that coursed through her. That power hummed through her muscles, nerves, made her flesh warm.
Sensual.
An electric non-invasive mental carress, more gentle than any human lover, and faint blue glow spots coalesced and slid up her skin, slid down the pathways they'd scratched on her. Arrayed along her spine, humming quietly in her skull, flexing through her joints and sliding through her muscle, accentuating her bones.
She'd been meant as the spearpoint for humanity to crash across the stars.
Shepard had helped her erase that hole, that pit, that smear on her heart, and maybe she didn't remember everything, but she remembered enough.
They tried to hide it, close it down, erase the knowledge. No. Not for what they'd done to create her. Destroy it? - souls had been sold for less.
She found him, at long last. She knew where he was now.
She knew what had to be done.
Three years of her life searching. Doing things that cut another sliver from her humanity and made everything red. Not a single legal avenue pursued, because the law didn't care. No one cared. Except Jack. Except the monster called Zero. Legal? F*ck illegal. She would pull ten lifetimes worth of illegal. Ten, one, none - so what?
The wreckage of her life lay strewn behind her, and she knew she'd leave bloody footprints into hell.
What was one life, anyway? Boiled down to its essence? Something so basically biological as eating, sleeping, excreting, reproducing? Something abstract - loving, feeling, giving a damn, having a cause, wanting a reason?
Damn Shepard anyway!
Let's boil it down then, she thought, tapping her power, blue glow suffusing the room. Render it down to essences. Peel away the flesh and muscle - get to the bones, to the marrow. Let's just get it done! Resonances of a past life whispered on the edge of her mind, asking questions she no longer had answers for, though she once did. Once. Maybe. Different shadings of obsession. It was hard to think past those days, though, when her flesh remembered nothing but fear...
"Call it what you may, karma, fate, kismet - doesn't matter. Words become the enemy after a while. Wh*res for lying tongues." He smells like burnt meat, she thought, and that thought made terror something that kicked her in the throat, like a vicious child tormenting the neighbor's dog. He smiled at her. Sharks smile like that. She felt wet. Right. Fear.
"You've heard them praying, haven't you? Well, there are no gods here. God restricts our creativity. Unfortunately, the first casualty of creativity is originality." He just stared at her, as he spoke. His lips parted like a zipper in a smile, or something he called a smile. His eyes were motionless and he refused to blink. They glittered in the cold light.
"The second is meaning. Originality and meaning - both the cause and effect, the lovely paradox, of my art." He blinked then, once. It ws so unexpected she flinched, as if at a gunshot.
"You're afraid of me." Matter of fact. "But you must love me like a father, won't you? I am your father, you know, after all. I am."
What could she say?
"Yes."
"There now, my canvas. We may begin in earnest."
Jack had laid there, screaming a scream that she could no longer hear, because it had long since passed the need for sound, strapped down, plugged in while remorseless machines implanted and cut and scraped and made room inside her.
Have you lost him then? said one. Did he lose his way like a child? said another. Or is he hiding? Is he afraid of us? Has he gone on a voyage? Or emigrated?
Three years. Down there, where Shepard had gone, he awaited her, although he did not know it yet. The Normandy's databanks knew his name and his place, and even his bloodtype.
She was curious about that, as well.
Jack, despite appearences, had a leonine patience, unique to herself. It was the patience born of poverty of choice, of the inability to choose. When you could not decide, you waited. What you could not change, you endured. You didn't like it, but you waited. As she did now.
The time would come.
To be continued... maybe....
Modifié par JakeMacDon, 22 juillet 2010 - 06:56 .
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Posté 22 juillet 2010 - 06:55
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royceclemens wrote...
Ah, but only Liara has to speak, theoretically.
Yes, I can imagine it now...
Liara, with that ridiculously breathless, monotone voice, going on an expletive-laden tirade regarding Shepard's infidelity. Meanwhile, a few feet away, Jack stares blankly, mute.
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Posté 22 juillet 2010 - 06:58
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It's interesting Jake. At first I thought it would be about Jack finding the cult, but it's good to see someone else write about Teltin. Was also thinking Jack was getting a bit more philosophical than I would have pictured her, but she did join a cult trying to give her life meaning. Long hours in the dark with only her thoughts.
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Posté 22 juillet 2010 - 06:59
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Nah, Jack would be leaning up against the wall in the corner with a big smirk on her face.adriano_c wrote...
Yes, I can imagine it now...
Liara, with that ridiculously breathless, monotone voice, going on an expletive-laden tirade regarding Shepard's infidelity. Meanwhile, a few feet away, Jack stares blankly, mute.
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Posté 22 juillet 2010 - 07:23
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Jack would wonder how she could truly trust Shepard, if he would cheat on Liara even after everything she did for him.
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Posté 22 juillet 2010 - 07:25
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I never liked the term cheating in regards to the ME1 squadmates. Death and two years does a lot to kill a relationship. Hell, living 1000 miles apart does a lot to kill some relationships...
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Posté 22 juillet 2010 - 07:27
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Pacifien wrote...
I never liked the term cheating in regards to the ME1 squadmates. Death and two years does a lot to kill a relationship. Hell, living 1000 miles apart does a lot to kill some relationships...
Bioware is playing at some kind of implied fidelity, according to their statements about ME3.
("Ah, yes, 'consequences'...")
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Posté 22 juillet 2010 - 07:42
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yorkj86 wrote...
Jack would wonder how she could truly trust Shepard, if he would cheat on Liara even after everything she did for him.
Thank God I don't have to get over that hump... though part of me thinks that Jack would consider what Liara did as a serious betrayal of trust. I mean, giving his body to Cerberus to play laboratory experiment with? Sure, it's because she wants to get him back, but even to Jack, that's gotta smack of a really bad, Faustian move.
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Posté 22 juillet 2010 - 07:44
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adriano_c wrote...
Yes, I can imagine it now...
Liara, with that ridiculously breathless, monotone voice, going on an expletive-laden tirade regarding Shepard's infidelity. Meanwhile, a few feet away, Jack stares blankly, mute.
Nobody has ever described Liara's way of talking better than you!
Now I need to bar the door of my house before Liara fans come to kill me!
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Posté 22 juillet 2010 - 08:00
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I always thought that she sounded like a dishwashing machine trying to get a part time job as a phone sex operator...
