Into the Bad Girl: Jack Fans
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Posté 26 juillet 2010 - 01:05
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Two can play at this game.
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Posté 26 juillet 2010 - 01:08
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Mondo47 wrote...
Come on, that guy is hillarious! He's like the xeno-police jacked up to the eyeballs on amyl nitrate and cruising the streets loaded for bear. He rants about how asari are dooming the human race like the damn things are real. That's just pure entertainment
I pictured cops cruising around, looking for bears, with cages in the back of their squad cars, ready to hold said bears. Realizing that made no sense, I looked it up.
At least once a week I learn a new word or phrase from you, Mondo.
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Posté 26 juillet 2010 - 01:16
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Yeah really. I was telling him that it doesn't make sense that the Asari would be like that in the story, it's all about forming alliances, and living happily ever after.Mondo47 wrote...
Come on, that guy is hillarious! He's like the xeno-police jacked up to the eyeballs on amyl nitrate and cruising the streets loaded for bear. He rants about how asari are dooming the human race like the damn things are real. That's just pure entertainment
It's like the Council for instance. People create these threads about the Council, and how they refuse to see the threat of the Reapers, and they complain about why Shepard can't show them the evidence for example. Or they create a thread asking if the Council should be put on trial.
I make a few posts in them, and everyone is oblivious to what I say. They don't seem to understand that the Council isn't suppose to know this. It helps give Shepard and his crew more importance in the story and shrinks the galaxy down to the normandy.
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JohnnyDollar wrote...
Yeah really. I was telling him that it doesn't make sense that the Asari would be like that in the story, it's all about forming alliances, and living happily ever after.Mondo47 wrote...
Come on, that guy is hillarious! He's like the xeno-police jacked up to the eyeballs on amyl nitrate and cruising the streets loaded for bear. He rants about how asari are dooming the human race like the damn things are real. That's just pure entertainment
It's like the Council for instance. People create these threads about the Council, and how they refuse to see the threat of the Reapers, and they complain about why Shepard can't show them the evidence for example. Or they create a thread asking if the Council should be put on trial.
I make a few posts in them, and everyone is oblivious to what I say. They don't seem to understand that the Council isn't suppose to know this. It helps give Shepard and his crew more importance in the story and shrinks the galaxy down to the normandy.
Let's not summon him by speaking of him too much, though...
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Posté 26 juillet 2010 - 01:41
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JohnnyDollar wrote...
You guys know what I think about polls taken on this forum. Other than having a little curious fun with or trying to provoke others, the results are worthless.
I know... you know where they get there in game information? They get it from the game itself. There is an option (that is default) that tracks things that you do in game... who you romanced... what powers you used and what you didn't... which options choices were used more often. Bioware is watching you. WATCHING YOU!
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Posté 26 juillet 2010 - 01:42
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JohnnyDollar wrote...
Two can play at this game.
Touche! But considering I'll get as much of a thrill from watching two guys together as I will from two girls, both futures look perfectly suitable to me... though couldn't you find a pic of Sheploo and Jacob - that would have been perfect
Ok, just to get everything back on an even keel after all these sapphorisms we keep throwing about in here, let's get our hearts in the right place again -
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Posté 26 juillet 2010 - 01:44
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Okay place. I'm originally from Villamar (50 km north of Cagliari).
After I graduated from college I worked in Romagna for a year.
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I would rather that they did, because it can give them information to help them patch it, as well as possibly help them make overall improvements with the next game.NICKjnp wrote...
I know... you know where they get there in game information? They get it from the game itself. There is an option (that is default) that tracks things that you do in game... who you romanced... what powers you used and what you didn't... which options choices were used more often. Bioware is watching you. WATCHING YOU!JohnnyDollar wrote...
You guys know what I think about polls taken on this forum. Other than having a little curious fun with or trying to provoke others, the results are worthless.
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Posté 26 juillet 2010 - 02:19
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Yeah. The Conrad Verner thing just came outta nowhere for those who at least tried to put him down lightly. Least, I know I did.
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Posté 26 juillet 2010 - 02:41
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Mondo47 wrote...
JohnnyDollar wrote...
Two can play at this game.
Touche! But considering I'll get as much of a thrill from watching two guys together as I will from two girls, both futures look perfectly suitable to me... though couldn't you find a pic of Sheploo and Jacob - that would have been perfect
Ok, just to get everything back on an even keel after all these sapphorisms we keep throwing about in here, let's get our hearts in the right place again -
Post-op Tranny Shepard - Watch the incredible sex change!
Girl Club Only - With Poetry
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Posté 26 juillet 2010 - 02:43
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Every time Nick posts that picture, I just can't help thinking there really isn't anything to see if the image kept going.
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Posté 26 juillet 2010 - 02:46
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Pacifien wrote...
Every time Nick posts that picture, I just can't help thinking there really isn't anything to see if the image kept going.
Yeah... soldiers in the future aren't really set to a very high standard. Oh... you are meaning something else aren't you?
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I almost didn't do it. Was too busy playing G*game not relevant*r.
I feel as if I should be conversating more than I should be writing. Then again, I just got done learning how to wrestle, professionally.
So forgive me if I decide to pass out. I've been at it from 1 to 9.
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_ 1:16 A.M. _
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He was in his private quarters, laying atop the bed. Legs crossed, length half of the comforting structure. His back had been arched against the rest, supported by two pillows. His breathing steady. His eyes alert. The room was silent, save for the ship's humming. Save for the waters that made the aquarium to his right. Save for Shepard's own breaths, though silent, they may be.
In his hands lay an datapad, held firmly at his abandomen. His eyes, a cold, icy blue, would scan across the words he himself had typed upon it. He blinks once, then slightly shakes his head. He moves his right hand to the keys below the screen, radiating a bright orange color.
*Erasing*
Shepard's hands would both move to the keys, clacking with an unbalanced rhythm. He stops, and takes a deep breath. His heartbeat rises, along with this motion, falling back into the ordinary, as Shepard exhales. He repeats his evaluating gaze, upon the pad.
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I don't know how I'm going to say this, so I'm just going to come out and say it.
I like you, Jack.
...Actually. No. I don't. I don't like you.
Before you ditch this pad, I want you to hear me out. This isn't me telling you that we're through. I'm not gonna prove you right by crushing whatever feeling you have left in you with a damn note. I'm mature enough to explain the problem -- any problem -- to your face. No matter how grim the consequence.
But there was never a problem with you. Not once. Being in command means I do the things I do to keep morale. We'll need it like the air we breathe, when we hit the Reapers. If what I say hurts you -- if ANYTHING I do makes you doubt us...Then I want you to keep reading. The entire thing, too, please. I need you to understand how I feel.
To be perfectly honest, I'd been expecting a man, when I came to rescue you. The entire squad did. You can imagine the reaction we got, when you were lifted out of cryo...Then the reaction we got when you tore through four YMIR Mechs like ryncol through humans.
Grunt had to be the happiest krogan alive. And I still remember Dark Star, too. And that was the biggest mistake of my life.
We chased you all through that damn ship, Jack. Shot at by Suns, prisoners, and mechs that were still active. Even Kuril. And we killed them all. Just to rescue you. Granted, we had a reason for getting off that ship, just as much as you did, but we weren't leaving without you. I wasn't leaving without you.
And when we finally got to you...
You had me at 'cheerleader'.
Of course, being in charge means not ending up like Brock -- swooning over every doctor or policewoman (or in this case, prisoner) that he meets. That's an actual rule, it's in there, somewhere (Don't worry about who 'Brock' is). So I had to just...Be me. Shepard. The Shepard the Citadel displays me as, on the vids, everyday. The Shepard that became the first human spectre. The Shepard that chased Saren Arterius all across the galaxy. The Shepard that stopped him from making us all extinct.
Shepard. The two years earlier Shepard.
Which brings me to the movie you saw, with me. God knows how I goaded you into doing that. I don't even know how I did it. But what you saw wasn't me. They didn't believe I'd catch on. To the audience, or to the council. The Shepard I know DESPISES the council. For making it hard to help. To do one thing without having to do another first. For making us seem like the enemy. And I don't mean just the turians. Every. Single. Council. Race. Back then, they HATED us. Only race I thought polite enough not to say it aloud was the elcor. Back then, I'd say to myself..
'How do I..How do WE -- humanity -- save a galaxy that doesn't even want us in it?'
I pegged them all out to be our enemies, at first. Every one of them, against us. But then, I'd think back to where it all started. Where Shepard began.
Mindoir.
I know I told you about this, before. So I'm going to apologize, in advance, for what I'm about to say.
What I told you was the short story. Like the equilavent of you asking me about how I ended up being assigned to the Normandy in the first place, and me saying that I met Anderson, and he liked me. My reason for doing so was for the same reason as yours. 'Remembering' hurts. It hurts bad.
My family was the head of the agricultural business, there. We were responsible for getting food into a small colony. Just because it was small, doesn't mean it wasn't hard, though. Compared to Earth, Mindoir was a foreign planet. There wasn't a whole lot we knew about it. Ignorance tends to do that, sometimes. I still remember being propped up on my dad's shoulders, watching my mother drive off to work. I still remember sharing a couch with my mother, after watching a late night movie. I remember the times where Dad would get the hose, and spray the both of us, out of ****ing NOWHERE.
There were a lot of things I remember. A lot of good things. I try to think about them more. I try to think about them first. But it doesn't work. It never works. Because no matter how hard I try, no matter how hard I try to shut it out..The raid always finds it's way back into my head.
We didn't even know how to deal with that -- we were all ****ing FARMERS. There'd been only a few of us who every actually carried a firearm. And the ones who did were shot down first. My dad tried to keep the both of us in the house, while he went out to fight back. Mom snuck out. So did I. We weren't going to sit back, and just do nothing. We couldn't. We've known these people our entire lives. To not help would be betrayal.
Maybe we should have listened. Maybe things would have been different.
But I don't know which is worse; never knowing your parents, or knowing them, and watching them die, right before your eyes.
Both leave a strange feeling. Like a dark void. That void is evil. Horrific. Dangerous. It tends to suck in others, against their will. And it does hurtful things, to the people they ensnare. It eventually ends with them dying. Or worse. And the one who's stuck with it -- the one stuck with the void? Everytime, HE's responsible for it. And knowing's going to eat away at him, until he becomes a shadow of his former self. A living husk.
I didn't understand that untill Akuze. That was when the void struck.
What are the odds that a recon team...
After the attack, on Mindoir, I felt like I owed the Alliance my life. They saved me. And they were doing this, everywhere. Saving people. I wanted to help, with every fiber in my being. Pain like that's not worth sharing. Pain like that shouldn't even exist. If one person could make a difference..Then why can't that person be me, right?
I flew into Akuze with 50 men. And I can't remember their names. I knew those men like the back of my goddamn hand, and I can't ****ing remember their names. I can't remember their face. Their families. I didn't even go to their funeral, after the attack. Couldn't bring myself to do that, to them. I survived. Again. And it's MY fault. If I'd been alert...
Heh..I'm starting to sound like Ash, now.
But I'm right, no? I could have done something. pretty much could have saved at least 7 of those men. Tops. I believe I could. What kills me was knowing that I didn't try.
'I was the only one focused on survival.'
That's what I told Jacob, and Miranda.
And goddamn if I wasn't right.
I did some serious soul searching, after Akuze. Led me to the dark void theory. Knowing that I have it's bad enough, but knowing that it affects OTHERS? I wasn't going to do that, to them. Not to anyone. So I started working harder; completed my training, in the Alliance, and got assigned to the first Normandy. And I did it on my own. To do that, I had to limit interaction. I had to do what was mandatory, and nothing more. I go on a mission to rescue kids from slavers? Nothing in that objective says to be chatty with your comrades. Nothing says to show mercy to batarians. Do the job, go home. That was it, for me.
If I said one word to anyone. If I'd done anything to gain the friendship of another soldier..I was setting him up for failure. At least, that's what I thought.
Then came Eden Prime. And everything that came after it.
I'm going to be honest, with you, Jack. Me and Ashley were together, before you. The woman you saw at Horizon. The one with the Alliance. If not the entire crew, it was her that made come around. Or her, mostly. Liara, Tali, Garrus, Wrex, and Kaidan. They all helped. They made me see that the void wasn't immune to harm. I could fight it. Close it out, shut it, forever. Only thing stopping me, was me.
So I fought it, just as I was fighting the reapers. Just as I was fighting Saren. Somewhere during it all, I started seeing that the views of one alien didn't necessarily span across their entire race. And it's not hatred -- don't get me wrong, I didn't hate them. I just didn't like them singling us out as the bad guys. The council's pets, in Pallin's words.
I tried telling Ash this. She was dead set on xenophobia, and with good reason. I was shocked, when she came around, though; guess she just needed a different way of viewing the council, so that you could hate them, but accept them at the same time. Just as I did. Things were going well. With the squad. With me and Ash. But I let my guard down. And the void struck, again.
I cost Kaidan his life, that day. On Virmire. By listening to him. Yes. Listening. I should have hauled ass, and pulled him out of that lab. But I didn't. I ran. I ran to the damn ship, and left him to die. By the time I realized what I'd done? BOOM.
I thought I'd lost the battle. And after that, I thought I'd lose the war. Against myself. Against the void. Against the council. Against the Reapers. I thought I was going to lose everything. And I shut Ash out, because of it. Turned her own words against her, thinking I was doing her a favor. And I didn't look back.
The solitary Shepard in me had come back, again. 'Do the job, and go home', I said.
'Do the job, and go home.'
Even as Sovereign was destroyed.
'Do the job, and go home.'
Even as we searched for geth resistance.
'Do the job, and go home.'
And when the Collectors killed me? When I found myself drowning in the vacuum of space? I said to myself..
'I finished the job. Now, I can go home.'
But of course, Cerberus didn't think it that way.
So here I am, trying to finish the job with human extremists. And half the people these extremists want me to pick up are aliens. How well was this gonna go, right?
I was about ready to go about the job as I did in my last life...And then you came along.
As I said, about...infinity words ago, you had me at 'cheerleader'. Somebody besides the people I've worked with hates Cerberus? Hell, that was good enough for me. But I couldn't let my guard down. Same as you. What started off as a few conversations ended up turning into a gradual interest in you, Jack. I just felt drawn to you. And I didn't know why. It hit home, at Teltin. Seeing what they did, in person? Made me think. Made me think about Mindoir. It made me think about the pain I suffered there, and that, in turn, made me think about the pain that molded me into what I am, at Akuze.
I..I felt like I knew you, personally. Even if I'd just met you, a few nights ago. And feeling like I knew you...Somehow made me forget about it all. About Mindoir AND Akuze. About losing Kaidan. About dying. About everything.
When I'm with you...It's just me and you. And no one else. My attention is yours, just as yours is mine.
THAT is why I kept egging you on.
THAT is why I kept coming back.
THAT, Jack, is why I do not like you.
No...'like' doesn't even begin to describe it.
I don't like you, Jack. I love you.
And whether or not you feel the same way? I don't even care. If you don't want to admit it, that's fine.
If you've already thrown this datapad away, though, then we've got a problem. I did not pour every bit of myself into this damn thing for you to toss it aside. Work with me, girl.
But..Joking aside..
I don't know if I'll win this fight with the void. But when I'm around you, I forget it's a fight. It's not supposed to be fun. But it's starting to be.
So..In order to keep this feeling...In order to keep you around..I'm going to make you a promise.
I promise to never abandon you.
I promise to never hurt you.
I promise to never do anything that would have you leave me. I know, I'm soft. But I can't risk losing the one thing that's keeping me going. Besides not wanting humanity wiped out.
But most of all...I'm not going to make the same mistake Murtock made. Ever. I screwed up, the first time. Yes. But I didn't know what I was losing. And it took spending two years dead for me to realize that.
So Jack? I promise to NEVER..EVER...Die on you. Whatever knocks me down -- be it mercenaries, life, politics, Reapers, or even you -- I'll keep getting back up.
Because I love you...And..I can't find anything else to say; I was never good at writing notes.
Just..Know that I care.
I. Care.
No one else has to. I don't care about them.
Because no one else matters.
--Shepard
P.S.: The next time you find some knowledge in those files? Let me know. We'll bomb some other ****.
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Shepard chuckles, slightly. His work was done. Before any other thought was taken, a voice was heard.
"Commander? We're ten minutes from Illium." His pilot would call.
Shepard's legs became uncrossed, moving to the right, to position itself upon the heavy bulk that kept him grounded. He'd move up the small flight of stairs, absently placing the datapad onto the desk, on his left, before leaving the cabin. The pad hits the desk, with a loud thud, and a small flatlining sound could be heard from from the screen.
*Data saved. Sending to ...Citizen ID Not Found.*
-Fin-
I feel as if I should be conversating more than I should be writing. Then again, I just got done learning how to wrestle, professionally.
So forgive me if I decide to pass out. I've been at it from 1 to 9.
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_ 1:16 A.M. _
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He was in his private quarters, laying atop the bed. Legs crossed, length half of the comforting structure. His back had been arched against the rest, supported by two pillows. His breathing steady. His eyes alert. The room was silent, save for the ship's humming. Save for the waters that made the aquarium to his right. Save for Shepard's own breaths, though silent, they may be.
In his hands lay an datapad, held firmly at his abandomen. His eyes, a cold, icy blue, would scan across the words he himself had typed upon it. He blinks once, then slightly shakes his head. He moves his right hand to the keys below the screen, radiating a bright orange color.
*Erasing*
Shepard's hands would both move to the keys, clacking with an unbalanced rhythm. He stops, and takes a deep breath. His heartbeat rises, along with this motion, falling back into the ordinary, as Shepard exhales. He repeats his evaluating gaze, upon the pad.
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I don't know how I'm going to say this, so I'm just going to come out and say it.
I like you, Jack.
...Actually. No. I don't. I don't like you.
Before you ditch this pad, I want you to hear me out. This isn't me telling you that we're through. I'm not gonna prove you right by crushing whatever feeling you have left in you with a damn note. I'm mature enough to explain the problem -- any problem -- to your face. No matter how grim the consequence.
But there was never a problem with you. Not once. Being in command means I do the things I do to keep morale. We'll need it like the air we breathe, when we hit the Reapers. If what I say hurts you -- if ANYTHING I do makes you doubt us...Then I want you to keep reading. The entire thing, too, please. I need you to understand how I feel.
To be perfectly honest, I'd been expecting a man, when I came to rescue you. The entire squad did. You can imagine the reaction we got, when you were lifted out of cryo...Then the reaction we got when you tore through four YMIR Mechs like ryncol through humans.
Grunt had to be the happiest krogan alive. And I still remember Dark Star, too. And that was the biggest mistake of my life.
We chased you all through that damn ship, Jack. Shot at by Suns, prisoners, and mechs that were still active. Even Kuril. And we killed them all. Just to rescue you. Granted, we had a reason for getting off that ship, just as much as you did, but we weren't leaving without you. I wasn't leaving without you.
And when we finally got to you...
You had me at 'cheerleader'.
Of course, being in charge means not ending up like Brock -- swooning over every doctor or policewoman (or in this case, prisoner) that he meets. That's an actual rule, it's in there, somewhere (Don't worry about who 'Brock' is). So I had to just...Be me. Shepard. The Shepard the Citadel displays me as, on the vids, everyday. The Shepard that became the first human spectre. The Shepard that chased Saren Arterius all across the galaxy. The Shepard that stopped him from making us all extinct.
Shepard. The two years earlier Shepard.
Which brings me to the movie you saw, with me. God knows how I goaded you into doing that. I don't even know how I did it. But what you saw wasn't me. They didn't believe I'd catch on. To the audience, or to the council. The Shepard I know DESPISES the council. For making it hard to help. To do one thing without having to do another first. For making us seem like the enemy. And I don't mean just the turians. Every. Single. Council. Race. Back then, they HATED us. Only race I thought polite enough not to say it aloud was the elcor. Back then, I'd say to myself..
'How do I..How do WE -- humanity -- save a galaxy that doesn't even want us in it?'
I pegged them all out to be our enemies, at first. Every one of them, against us. But then, I'd think back to where it all started. Where Shepard began.
Mindoir.
I know I told you about this, before. So I'm going to apologize, in advance, for what I'm about to say.
What I told you was the short story. Like the equilavent of you asking me about how I ended up being assigned to the Normandy in the first place, and me saying that I met Anderson, and he liked me. My reason for doing so was for the same reason as yours. 'Remembering' hurts. It hurts bad.
My family was the head of the agricultural business, there. We were responsible for getting food into a small colony. Just because it was small, doesn't mean it wasn't hard, though. Compared to Earth, Mindoir was a foreign planet. There wasn't a whole lot we knew about it. Ignorance tends to do that, sometimes. I still remember being propped up on my dad's shoulders, watching my mother drive off to work. I still remember sharing a couch with my mother, after watching a late night movie. I remember the times where Dad would get the hose, and spray the both of us, out of ****ing NOWHERE.
There were a lot of things I remember. A lot of good things. I try to think about them more. I try to think about them first. But it doesn't work. It never works. Because no matter how hard I try, no matter how hard I try to shut it out..The raid always finds it's way back into my head.
We didn't even know how to deal with that -- we were all ****ing FARMERS. There'd been only a few of us who every actually carried a firearm. And the ones who did were shot down first. My dad tried to keep the both of us in the house, while he went out to fight back. Mom snuck out. So did I. We weren't going to sit back, and just do nothing. We couldn't. We've known these people our entire lives. To not help would be betrayal.
Maybe we should have listened. Maybe things would have been different.
But I don't know which is worse; never knowing your parents, or knowing them, and watching them die, right before your eyes.
Both leave a strange feeling. Like a dark void. That void is evil. Horrific. Dangerous. It tends to suck in others, against their will. And it does hurtful things, to the people they ensnare. It eventually ends with them dying. Or worse. And the one who's stuck with it -- the one stuck with the void? Everytime, HE's responsible for it. And knowing's going to eat away at him, until he becomes a shadow of his former self. A living husk.
I didn't understand that untill Akuze. That was when the void struck.
What are the odds that a recon team...
After the attack, on Mindoir, I felt like I owed the Alliance my life. They saved me. And they were doing this, everywhere. Saving people. I wanted to help, with every fiber in my being. Pain like that's not worth sharing. Pain like that shouldn't even exist. If one person could make a difference..Then why can't that person be me, right?
I flew into Akuze with 50 men. And I can't remember their names. I knew those men like the back of my goddamn hand, and I can't ****ing remember their names. I can't remember their face. Their families. I didn't even go to their funeral, after the attack. Couldn't bring myself to do that, to them. I survived. Again. And it's MY fault. If I'd been alert...
Heh..I'm starting to sound like Ash, now.
But I'm right, no? I could have done something. pretty much could have saved at least 7 of those men. Tops. I believe I could. What kills me was knowing that I didn't try.
'I was the only one focused on survival.'
That's what I told Jacob, and Miranda.
And goddamn if I wasn't right.
I did some serious soul searching, after Akuze. Led me to the dark void theory. Knowing that I have it's bad enough, but knowing that it affects OTHERS? I wasn't going to do that, to them. Not to anyone. So I started working harder; completed my training, in the Alliance, and got assigned to the first Normandy. And I did it on my own. To do that, I had to limit interaction. I had to do what was mandatory, and nothing more. I go on a mission to rescue kids from slavers? Nothing in that objective says to be chatty with your comrades. Nothing says to show mercy to batarians. Do the job, go home. That was it, for me.
If I said one word to anyone. If I'd done anything to gain the friendship of another soldier..I was setting him up for failure. At least, that's what I thought.
Then came Eden Prime. And everything that came after it.
I'm going to be honest, with you, Jack. Me and Ashley were together, before you. The woman you saw at Horizon. The one with the Alliance. If not the entire crew, it was her that made come around. Or her, mostly. Liara, Tali, Garrus, Wrex, and Kaidan. They all helped. They made me see that the void wasn't immune to harm. I could fight it. Close it out, shut it, forever. Only thing stopping me, was me.
So I fought it, just as I was fighting the reapers. Just as I was fighting Saren. Somewhere during it all, I started seeing that the views of one alien didn't necessarily span across their entire race. And it's not hatred -- don't get me wrong, I didn't hate them. I just didn't like them singling us out as the bad guys. The council's pets, in Pallin's words.
I tried telling Ash this. She was dead set on xenophobia, and with good reason. I was shocked, when she came around, though; guess she just needed a different way of viewing the council, so that you could hate them, but accept them at the same time. Just as I did. Things were going well. With the squad. With me and Ash. But I let my guard down. And the void struck, again.
I cost Kaidan his life, that day. On Virmire. By listening to him. Yes. Listening. I should have hauled ass, and pulled him out of that lab. But I didn't. I ran. I ran to the damn ship, and left him to die. By the time I realized what I'd done? BOOM.
I thought I'd lost the battle. And after that, I thought I'd lose the war. Against myself. Against the void. Against the council. Against the Reapers. I thought I was going to lose everything. And I shut Ash out, because of it. Turned her own words against her, thinking I was doing her a favor. And I didn't look back.
The solitary Shepard in me had come back, again. 'Do the job, and go home', I said.
'Do the job, and go home.'
Even as Sovereign was destroyed.
'Do the job, and go home.'
Even as we searched for geth resistance.
'Do the job, and go home.'
And when the Collectors killed me? When I found myself drowning in the vacuum of space? I said to myself..
'I finished the job. Now, I can go home.'
But of course, Cerberus didn't think it that way.
So here I am, trying to finish the job with human extremists. And half the people these extremists want me to pick up are aliens. How well was this gonna go, right?
I was about ready to go about the job as I did in my last life...And then you came along.
As I said, about...infinity words ago, you had me at 'cheerleader'. Somebody besides the people I've worked with hates Cerberus? Hell, that was good enough for me. But I couldn't let my guard down. Same as you. What started off as a few conversations ended up turning into a gradual interest in you, Jack. I just felt drawn to you. And I didn't know why. It hit home, at Teltin. Seeing what they did, in person? Made me think. Made me think about Mindoir. It made me think about the pain I suffered there, and that, in turn, made me think about the pain that molded me into what I am, at Akuze.
I..I felt like I knew you, personally. Even if I'd just met you, a few nights ago. And feeling like I knew you...Somehow made me forget about it all. About Mindoir AND Akuze. About losing Kaidan. About dying. About everything.
When I'm with you...It's just me and you. And no one else. My attention is yours, just as yours is mine.
THAT is why I kept egging you on.
THAT is why I kept coming back.
THAT, Jack, is why I do not like you.
No...'like' doesn't even begin to describe it.
I don't like you, Jack. I love you.
And whether or not you feel the same way? I don't even care. If you don't want to admit it, that's fine.
If you've already thrown this datapad away, though, then we've got a problem. I did not pour every bit of myself into this damn thing for you to toss it aside. Work with me, girl.
But..Joking aside..
I don't know if I'll win this fight with the void. But when I'm around you, I forget it's a fight. It's not supposed to be fun. But it's starting to be.
So..In order to keep this feeling...In order to keep you around..I'm going to make you a promise.
I promise to never abandon you.
I promise to never hurt you.
I promise to never do anything that would have you leave me. I know, I'm soft. But I can't risk losing the one thing that's keeping me going. Besides not wanting humanity wiped out.
But most of all...I'm not going to make the same mistake Murtock made. Ever. I screwed up, the first time. Yes. But I didn't know what I was losing. And it took spending two years dead for me to realize that.
So Jack? I promise to NEVER..EVER...Die on you. Whatever knocks me down -- be it mercenaries, life, politics, Reapers, or even you -- I'll keep getting back up.
Because I love you...And..I can't find anything else to say; I was never good at writing notes.
Just..Know that I care.
I. Care.
No one else has to. I don't care about them.
Because no one else matters.
--Shepard
P.S.: The next time you find some knowledge in those files? Let me know. We'll bomb some other ****.
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Shepard chuckles, slightly. His work was done. Before any other thought was taken, a voice was heard.
"Commander? We're ten minutes from Illium." His pilot would call.
Shepard's legs became uncrossed, moving to the right, to position itself upon the heavy bulk that kept him grounded. He'd move up the small flight of stairs, absently placing the datapad onto the desk, on his left, before leaving the cabin. The pad hits the desk, with a loud thud, and a small flatlining sound could be heard from from the screen.
*Data saved. Sending to ...Citizen ID Not Found.*
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Posté 26 juillet 2010 - 05:18
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Shepard? Referencing Pokémon? What's going on?!
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Posté 26 juillet 2010 - 08:52
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NICKjnp wrote...
I know... you know where they get there in game information? They get it from the game itself. There is an option (that is default) that tracks things that you do in game... who you romanced... what powers you used and what you didn't... which options choices were used more often. Bioware is watching you. WATCHING YOU!
Ah yes! I remember them saying that they were going to keep track of how many people cheated their ME1 LI. It would be interesting to know how many FemSheps virmired Kaidan and remained single :-)
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Posté 26 juillet 2010 - 09:22
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I have two Shepards saved post Omega relay, that can go to talk to Jack and initiate the romance scene after one convo. I was going through all of the dialog options out of curiosity a little while ago with one of those saves.Epantiras wrote...
Because after she'll tell Shepard to "f*ck off". If people hate her because she calls Shepard "a p*ssy" right from the start, just think about their reaction when they discover that Jack is no longer interested in their magical wandJohnnyDollar wrote...
Why do you think that the renegade thrust scene would cause people to not like Jack?Epantiras wrote...
I've been on YouTube, looking for vids of Shepard/Jack conversation and I've noticed that the renegade sex scene is very popular <_< no wonder people *don't* like her.
I had never picked the bottom option in that last convo before. If Shepard picks the bottom option on the dialog wheel in their last convo, and decides to not further pursue the relationship and end it, she tells him to F off from then on if he tries to talk to her again. If Shep picks the bottom option early, and they do the thrust, she also tells him to F off from then on if he tries to talk to her again, as we all know.
She also tells Shepard "F U but thanks for asking", or something similar to that in one of the earlier convos. It could be that some of the gamers that hate her, haven't exhausted all of the dialog with her with mulitple playthroughs, and may be a little confused and think she is just a crazy b*tch. Others hate her for other reasons of course, and do not want to pursue the romance.
I would think that if people hate her because she calls Shepard a p*ssy right from the start, and then she tells Shep FU in an early convo, and then FO later on when the realtionship is ended post thrust, or post last dialog, then they are going to hate her regardless of the thrust or not, I imagine. If anything, I would think that those same players probably feel that they are at least getting something out of her for doing the thrust.
To put it simple, you either like her for who she is, or you don't. I like her for who she is.
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And I like all of the Jack character for who she is, not just part of her.
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Posté 26 juillet 2010 - 02:20
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Hey, Jackolytes. I've hammered together a poll to try and chart the popularity of the game's love interests based on age and gender of gamers and I'd appreciate your input. You can find the poll here. You know what to do
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Mondo47 wrote...
Hey, Jackolytes. I've hammered together a poll to try and chart the popularity of the game's love interests based on age and gender of gamers and I'd appreciate your input. You can find the poll here. You know what to do
Got a suspicion that a certain age group and/or sex is able to better appreciate Jack than others?
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Posté 26 juillet 2010 - 02:29
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Make sure to bump that thread tonight... most people over 25 are probably at work right now.
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yorkj86 wrote...
Got a suspicion that a certain age group and/or sex is able to better appreciate Jack than others?
I've got a theory that Jack is going to appeal to the female audience in gernal moreso than the younger male for instance... I've got a few ideas thus far for various characters, and it's nice to see that I'm not getting them right all the time. There are more outliers than I' have expected, as Mordin might say. This is going to be a lot more interesting than I'd first suspected I think
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Mondo47 wrote...
yorkj86 wrote...
Got a suspicion that a certain age group and/or sex is able to better appreciate Jack than others?
I've got a theory that Jack is going to appeal to the female audience in gernal moreso than the younger male for instance... I've got a few ideas thus far for various characters, and it's nice to see that I'm not getting them right all the time. There are more outliers than I' have expected, as Mordin might say. This is going to be a lot more interesting than I'd first suspected I think
I like her romance because I am, myself, a hopeless romantic, and a sucker for the sappy, mushy stuff. I voted, by the way.
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Posté 26 juillet 2010 - 02:41
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I think it's quite funny that people consider Jack so scary... I mean, we all know she's a cuddlebunny
Some things in my two polls are exactly what I expected, mind you... not a single female vote for Jacob. The captain of the Love Boat is all at sea
Some things in my two polls are exactly what I expected, mind you... not a single female vote for Jacob. The captain of the Love Boat is all at sea
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Posté 26 juillet 2010 - 02:45
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Voted and cast my lot with Jack, male and over twenty-five.
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Posté 26 juillet 2010 - 02:46
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Mondo47 wrote...
I think it's quite funny that people consider Jack so scary... I mean, we all know she's a cuddlebunny
I guess some guys (I won't say "men"... because come on... they dont' deserve to be called a man with that mindset) are scared of women with dominant personalities. I'm not... let the woman make the decisions. As long as my opinion is asked.... I'm happy to sit back and enjoy the ride.
