Dawww, happy and contemplative Jack is happy and contemplative.
Into the Bad Girl: Jack Fans
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Posté 16 août 2010 - 04:40
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axl99 wrote...
[*is so glad people have glossed over her crappy excuses of literature in favour of something more tasteful.]
Noooooooo don't even go there. I've read every fic posted in the thread (at least since around page 90 when I hopped on), and none of them have been crappy - certainly not yours. Who doesn't like a good back rub?
I've simply run out of nice things to say without sounding like a broken record, so if I don't respond it's still safe to assume I thoroughly enjoyed reading it and thought it was great. Which I did. ![=]](https://lvlt.forum.bioware.com/public/style_emoticons/default/sideways.png)
I don't write enough myself to provide the kind of in-depth commentary I'd like to on all these fics. It actually makes me feel bad; you guys spend all this time writing great fics for everyone to enjoy, and I usually can't even post a worthy reply. That's why many times I don't try
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Posté 16 août 2010 - 04:54
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I'll take an extra helping of schmaltz myself, thanks much. Need some kind of escape from RL and all that. Still not reading the stuff posted for the intimidation/insecurity reasons/factors that Jake's echoed, so apologies to the posters. I'll get to them, promise. 
But GD it Mondo, why do your analyses always have to make so much SENSE?
It's making me seriously doubt some ideas I've had rattling around for a post-TWK project.
Trying to get D5-2 out this week, but the restaurant scene's kicking my butt around the room. Gotten so comfortable with our favorite pair that it's tough writing other people into the mix. Well I did say it was a change of pace - quite probably for the worse.
But GD it Mondo, why do your analyses always have to make so much SENSE?
It's making me seriously doubt some ideas I've had rattling around for a post-TWK project. Trying to get D5-2 out this week, but the restaurant scene's kicking my butt around the room. Gotten so comfortable with our favorite pair that it's tough writing other people into the mix. Well I did say it was a change of pace - quite probably for the worse.
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Keep somebody help me with a request? I've been trying to find decent scans of Jack's tattoos over the internet, but can't seem to find any. Since this is a thread dedicated solely to Jack, I figured somebody had to have posted images of her tattoos within this topic. However, the problem is the amount of time it would take to browse through 500+ pages in search of said pictures.
Any help would be appreciated.
edit - although a scan of all her tattoos would be helpful, I am specifically looking for a clear shot of her shoulder tattoo.
Any help would be appreciated.
edit - although a scan of all her tattoos would be helpful, I am specifically looking for a clear shot of her shoulder tattoo.
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Annnnd...Finished.
This should have been longer, judging from the amount of time it took me to actually write it down, but it's not. Writer's block.
Anyway, here's the third part of Son Of Mindoir.
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_ 1:12, P.M. _
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“Was it worth it?”
It was a question James found himself repeating, every day of his life. But this time…Was different. Different, as in now, he had another answer.
Fourteen years ago.
Batarian slavers attacked Mindoir. Anything within their sights was destroyed to a level beyond recognition. The ones who could fight had done so. And each was felled, one by one. In the end, he was the only one left. The last native alive to tell the tale. As the Alliance patrol escorted him to safety, James had asked himself,
“Was it worth it?”
Was it worth surviving? Initially, he didn’t think so. Part of him wished he were killed, along with his parents. That he died, along with the rest of his unit, on Akuze. That it was him who stayed on Virmire, rather than Kaidan. That Cerberus had never interfered with his death, by the Collectors. It’d be easier then; no more inescapable memories, no more..Decades of guilt. No longer would he have to carry the burden of being humanity’s…No..The galaxy’s savior. Had he’d died, someone would have come along to take his place. If not…Well then, it wasn’t his problem, now was it? If he had died, it never would have been, to begin with. Death makes things..Simple.
He should know. He was there.
And while he was, he found it peaceful. After fourteen years, he was finally able to see his parents, again. Everyone he knew and loved. Everything he thought he lost. To be lost in the memories he held dear, rather than the ones he resented, was…Easy. There’d been no feelings of guilt. No wondering about whether he could have done things another way. The right way. Things were simple. Everyone was happy. Everyone was…Content.
And then he’d wake to gunfire.
He couldn’t complain; two years of being content was the best ‘shore leave’ he’d ever gotten. But just the same, he rather have everyone fail him, before he had failed them all. Getting killed made them cautious. Returning the favor had them rejoice. But he didn’t redeem himself. Not yet. Redemption would come when the Reapers were finished.
But until then, he settled for a fight of near equality.
The fight with the void.
Mindoir was where it began.
And here is where it will end.
Once the shuttle touched down, James and Jack had set up, stacking their belongings on top of each other, to minimize the time it took to carry it, at the cost of taking less strength to carry it. While doing so, a car had parked near the landing pad. And from it exited two men, and the governor of Mindoir, Lori Smith. Jack was the first to notice, placing the visor she’d been given by James onto her eyes, when she did. He frowned when he saw it. “Really?” James had said, weakly smiling out of realization. Jack had shot him a quizzical look. “C’mon. Jack, I thought you were kidding.”
“Yeah..F*ck that.” Jack replied, in a playful tone. “You did a bad thing, Shepard. Gotta pay for it.”
“James Shepard?” Lori would call, to which James had looked towards her, nodding to confirm his identify. Accepting, Lori would signal the bodyguards to move to the storage cases, to help Mindoir’s renowned guest settle in for the few days that he was going to be here. Lori had approached James after the signal, extending her arm forward, once she was within said limb’s reach.
“Lori Smith. It’s an honor to have you here.”
“It’s an honor to be here.” James would reply. Once he had done so, Jack had approached the two of them, intentionally shoving James’ shoulder forward, while clearing her throat.
“Name’s Jack.” Jack had said.
“She’s with me.” James had followed up, placing his arm around her shoulder. “..It’s not going be a problem, is it?”
The small event took the governor by surprise. Even more so because of Jack’s appearance and the fact that she, along with the rest of the colony, thought that James was coming to Mindoir alone. Alas, she managed to hide it behind professionalism, and had nodded, upon confirmation.
“Nice to meet you, Ms. Jack.” Lori would begin, to which Jack had scoffed. “Y’know, you might as well drop the ‘miss’ sh*t, ‘cause I ain’t being polite.” Jack had turned her head elsewhere, adjusting the visor, to get a clearer look at the colony. “So where the hell are we staying?” Once that was heard, an incontrollable smile had come across Lori’s face. “About that..Shepard, there’s something special, waiting for you, in the colony.” Lori would move to the passenger’s side of the car. “I’ll have my men drive us to it. Harris! Willem! Let’s hurry it up!” Lori would say, as she re-entered the car. As the bodyguards moved the cases to the vehicle, the Kodiak shuttle had took off, on a course back to the Normandy, and James had entered the backseat, with Jack in tow.
_ 1:30, P.M. _
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“…And there’s the plaza.” Lori had been giving James a small tour of the new thing that was built, after his departure, and the colony’s recovery. A melody had been playing on the speakers of the car, though almost so silently, that it wasn’t acknowledged, at all. “You touched down just after we finished the opener; one of my people caught your shuttle.” Lori had finished, to which James had nodded.
“Alright.” He’d reply. He’d then point to a large, grey statue, standing in the middle of the plaza, performing a salute to the skies above. “I take it that’s the likeness you were talking about?”
“Ah, yes. At the time we built it, we were in talks about..Well, your armor.”
“What for?”
“Well….. In the numerous videos we’ve seen you in…Well, you seemed to change suits constantly.”
“Ah..…Yeah, capability issues. I wouldn’t wor—“
“What the F*CK are we listening to?” Jack had said, visibly annoyed. “Seriously, how the hell can you sit here and NOT notice this sh*t – it’s repetitive as f*ck!”
Again, Jack speaking caught Lori off caught, but she managed to collect herself quickly enough for it to not be evident. “My apologies.” Lori had said, nodding. “Willem. Turn off the music.” The bodyguard driving the car had done as she asked. And, after doing so, had spoken back.
“We’re coming up to the building, now.”
Hearing this, James had looked out of the window. As the car pulled to a stop, his eyes had come upon something he’d thought he would never see again. Something he thought he’d lost, forever.
His home.
Door hissed, lifting up from the vehicle, allowing the others to exit from it. The first was James, eager to see if what he had been seeing wasn’t just some mirage, of some sort. He damn near slapped himself – or pinched. He didn’t know which to do, causing him to simply stand there, in front of the 2 story building.
It looked like an average 20th century household. Its walls were made of amber colored bricks, its roof made of slate. There were few windows; it’s most notable being a large, horizontal window that had panned the front wall of the second floor, revealing a large bedroom, its contents nearly the same as it was when James had last saw it.
“We wanted to do this for you.” Lori explained. “It was the least we could do.”
James had no words for her. There were none that could describe this moment. A small smile crept upon his face had Lori had reached for the keys.
“Here.” She’d say, handing the keys over to him, to which he readily accepted. “We’ll get out of your hair.” Lori had signaled the bodyguards to start the car, and had turned to leave.
“Your belongings were passed, before we got here. They should be in the living room.” Were Lori’s final words, before entering the car. As it pulled out, Jack had approached James, gazing upon the household, just as he was. However, its value to James was unknown to her, and thus, she slightly shook her head, as she turned towards him.
“The hell’s keeping you?” She’d say, raising a brow.
He could have answered that, in any number of ways. The way he felt like answering, though, wouldn’t have been appropriate. He was damn near close to getting shockwaved, on the ride to Mindoir; he wasn’t about to spoil this moment – and have his home and relationship destroyed, in the process – by slapping her with a smart-ass remark. James had shaken his head, pulling himself away from those now vivid memories of the past, and gripped onto the keys set across his palm.
“Nothing.” James replied.
“It’s nothing. Let’s go set up.”
This should have been longer, judging from the amount of time it took me to actually write it down, but it's not. Writer's block.
Anyway, here's the third part of Son Of Mindoir.
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_ 1:12, P.M. _
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“Was it worth it?”
It was a question James found himself repeating, every day of his life. But this time…Was different. Different, as in now, he had another answer.
Fourteen years ago.
Batarian slavers attacked Mindoir. Anything within their sights was destroyed to a level beyond recognition. The ones who could fight had done so. And each was felled, one by one. In the end, he was the only one left. The last native alive to tell the tale. As the Alliance patrol escorted him to safety, James had asked himself,
“Was it worth it?”
Was it worth surviving? Initially, he didn’t think so. Part of him wished he were killed, along with his parents. That he died, along with the rest of his unit, on Akuze. That it was him who stayed on Virmire, rather than Kaidan. That Cerberus had never interfered with his death, by the Collectors. It’d be easier then; no more inescapable memories, no more..Decades of guilt. No longer would he have to carry the burden of being humanity’s…No..The galaxy’s savior. Had he’d died, someone would have come along to take his place. If not…Well then, it wasn’t his problem, now was it? If he had died, it never would have been, to begin with. Death makes things..Simple.
He should know. He was there.
And while he was, he found it peaceful. After fourteen years, he was finally able to see his parents, again. Everyone he knew and loved. Everything he thought he lost. To be lost in the memories he held dear, rather than the ones he resented, was…Easy. There’d been no feelings of guilt. No wondering about whether he could have done things another way. The right way. Things were simple. Everyone was happy. Everyone was…Content.
And then he’d wake to gunfire.
He couldn’t complain; two years of being content was the best ‘shore leave’ he’d ever gotten. But just the same, he rather have everyone fail him, before he had failed them all. Getting killed made them cautious. Returning the favor had them rejoice. But he didn’t redeem himself. Not yet. Redemption would come when the Reapers were finished.
But until then, he settled for a fight of near equality.
The fight with the void.
Mindoir was where it began.
And here is where it will end.
Once the shuttle touched down, James and Jack had set up, stacking their belongings on top of each other, to minimize the time it took to carry it, at the cost of taking less strength to carry it. While doing so, a car had parked near the landing pad. And from it exited two men, and the governor of Mindoir, Lori Smith. Jack was the first to notice, placing the visor she’d been given by James onto her eyes, when she did. He frowned when he saw it. “Really?” James had said, weakly smiling out of realization. Jack had shot him a quizzical look. “C’mon. Jack, I thought you were kidding.”
“Yeah..F*ck that.” Jack replied, in a playful tone. “You did a bad thing, Shepard. Gotta pay for it.”
“James Shepard?” Lori would call, to which James had looked towards her, nodding to confirm his identify. Accepting, Lori would signal the bodyguards to move to the storage cases, to help Mindoir’s renowned guest settle in for the few days that he was going to be here. Lori had approached James after the signal, extending her arm forward, once she was within said limb’s reach.
“Lori Smith. It’s an honor to have you here.”
“It’s an honor to be here.” James would reply. Once he had done so, Jack had approached the two of them, intentionally shoving James’ shoulder forward, while clearing her throat.
“Name’s Jack.” Jack had said.
“She’s with me.” James had followed up, placing his arm around her shoulder. “..It’s not going be a problem, is it?”
The small event took the governor by surprise. Even more so because of Jack’s appearance and the fact that she, along with the rest of the colony, thought that James was coming to Mindoir alone. Alas, she managed to hide it behind professionalism, and had nodded, upon confirmation.
“Nice to meet you, Ms. Jack.” Lori would begin, to which Jack had scoffed. “Y’know, you might as well drop the ‘miss’ sh*t, ‘cause I ain’t being polite.” Jack had turned her head elsewhere, adjusting the visor, to get a clearer look at the colony. “So where the hell are we staying?” Once that was heard, an incontrollable smile had come across Lori’s face. “About that..Shepard, there’s something special, waiting for you, in the colony.” Lori would move to the passenger’s side of the car. “I’ll have my men drive us to it. Harris! Willem! Let’s hurry it up!” Lori would say, as she re-entered the car. As the bodyguards moved the cases to the vehicle, the Kodiak shuttle had took off, on a course back to the Normandy, and James had entered the backseat, with Jack in tow.
_ 1:30, P.M. _
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“…And there’s the plaza.” Lori had been giving James a small tour of the new thing that was built, after his departure, and the colony’s recovery. A melody had been playing on the speakers of the car, though almost so silently, that it wasn’t acknowledged, at all. “You touched down just after we finished the opener; one of my people caught your shuttle.” Lori had finished, to which James had nodded.
“Alright.” He’d reply. He’d then point to a large, grey statue, standing in the middle of the plaza, performing a salute to the skies above. “I take it that’s the likeness you were talking about?”
“Ah, yes. At the time we built it, we were in talks about..Well, your armor.”
“What for?”
“Well….. In the numerous videos we’ve seen you in…Well, you seemed to change suits constantly.”
“Ah..…Yeah, capability issues. I wouldn’t wor—“
“What the F*CK are we listening to?” Jack had said, visibly annoyed. “Seriously, how the hell can you sit here and NOT notice this sh*t – it’s repetitive as f*ck!”
Again, Jack speaking caught Lori off caught, but she managed to collect herself quickly enough for it to not be evident. “My apologies.” Lori had said, nodding. “Willem. Turn off the music.” The bodyguard driving the car had done as she asked. And, after doing so, had spoken back.
“We’re coming up to the building, now.”
Hearing this, James had looked out of the window. As the car pulled to a stop, his eyes had come upon something he’d thought he would never see again. Something he thought he’d lost, forever.
His home.
Door hissed, lifting up from the vehicle, allowing the others to exit from it. The first was James, eager to see if what he had been seeing wasn’t just some mirage, of some sort. He damn near slapped himself – or pinched. He didn’t know which to do, causing him to simply stand there, in front of the 2 story building.
It looked like an average 20th century household. Its walls were made of amber colored bricks, its roof made of slate. There were few windows; it’s most notable being a large, horizontal window that had panned the front wall of the second floor, revealing a large bedroom, its contents nearly the same as it was when James had last saw it.
“We wanted to do this for you.” Lori explained. “It was the least we could do.”
James had no words for her. There were none that could describe this moment. A small smile crept upon his face had Lori had reached for the keys.
“Here.” She’d say, handing the keys over to him, to which he readily accepted. “We’ll get out of your hair.” Lori had signaled the bodyguards to start the car, and had turned to leave.
“Your belongings were passed, before we got here. They should be in the living room.” Were Lori’s final words, before entering the car. As it pulled out, Jack had approached James, gazing upon the household, just as he was. However, its value to James was unknown to her, and thus, she slightly shook her head, as she turned towards him.
“The hell’s keeping you?” She’d say, raising a brow.
He could have answered that, in any number of ways. The way he felt like answering, though, wouldn’t have been appropriate. He was damn near close to getting shockwaved, on the ride to Mindoir; he wasn’t about to spoil this moment – and have his home and relationship destroyed, in the process – by slapping her with a smart-ass remark. James had shaken his head, pulling himself away from those now vivid memories of the past, and gripped onto the keys set across his palm.
“Nothing.” James replied.
“It’s nothing. Let’s go set up.”
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Posté 16 août 2010 - 05:28
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The Normandy Cargo Bay, 19:02 Standard Operational Hours
The cargo bay is a huge, open space; the unity of the area sperated by stacks of crates, cargo pods leaden with ores and engineering supplies, rows of barrels and emergency equipment neatly stowed in cannisters and containers. Hasty repairs have been made to the holes torn in the hull by the Collector defense-drone, and while the scattered cargo and gear has been moved back to position and stowed away once more, the great chamber still seems to be a work-in-progress. Fragments of damaged metal and carbon dust lies like twinkling black snow here and there, and the air still reeks of burnt plastic. The Hammerhead lander has been lowered to the deck for repairs; some of the access panels are open, but the engineering staff have broken off work thanks to crew rotation... it won't be needed for a few more hours at the least.
Sitting on the floor, back against one of the Hammerhead's two vectored thrust engines, is Jack. She seems wrapped in her thoughts, ignoring everything around her. Everything about her seems relaxed; her face content. She gently works her omnitool, using it to manipulate a series of holographic diagrams constructed of lines and circular nodes. Each time she strikes a node a note plays, which she proceeds to bend or sustain, forming a flowing tide of sounds that forms a sort of soothing music. Jack is so preoccupied she doesn't notice the soft pad of feet on the Hammerhead's hull above her...
Kasumi: Hey! What are you doing?
Jack looks up, seemingly nonplussed.
Jack: Nothin'... self-diagnostics.
Kasum drops almost noiselessly to the deck beside Jack and squats to examine the omnitool display.
Kasumi: Sounds like music to me... it's pretty.
Jack shrugs and gestures at the hologram and its lattice of lines.
Jack: It's my implant connections. I made a program to fine tune their biotic output. I just move the tones around to alter power distribution, focal length, discharge duration... sh*t like that.
Kasumi: You're a woman of many talents, aren't you?
Jack: (distantly) I guess...
Kasumi: And you know, you're so friendly and approachable. And you really have a lot in common with Miranda, too... she was saying just the other day how alike you both are... she really wishes you'd spend more time hanging out with her. And the cargo bay is on fire.
Jack: Huh?
Kasumi: (chuckling) You're just not home today, are you? No threats? No waving guns at me? I'm starting to think the Collectors must have replaced you with a duplicate...
Jack snorts loudly, rolls her eyes.
Kasumi: ... but I don't think we should go get the real Jack back... this one's much nicer. She smiles a lot more, for starters.
Jack purses her lips and tunes up another node; the note rises higher than the others. She then casually taps her finger on Kasumi's knee. There is a sharp pop, and a tiny biotic shock fizzes into Kasumi's kneecap. She starts, loses balance for an instant, then allows herself to roll backwards, back onto her feet, and right into standing up straight in one fluid movement. Kasumi grins and rubs her knee theatrically.
Kasumi: Ouch! I guess I earned that, huh?
Jack smirks and points her finger like an imaginary gun at the thief.
Jack: Don't push it, Sneaky.
Kasumi raises her hands in surrender and sits herself down next to Jack.
Kasumi: I heard that this change in you might have more to do with our good Commander. Miranda was saying you seem to spending a lot of time riding that elevator... that and you answered his door undressed. So I guess you took that chance then?
Jack turns and scowls, but the expression falters and collapses into an almost embarassed little smile.
Jack: Yeah... I... well, we...
Kasumi smiles back at Jack and pats her arm.
Kasumi: If you were anyone else I'd ask for details, but I'd rather not be eating rations in the med-bay for the next six weeks. I'm happy for you, Jack. It's obvious you're happy too. And as for the Commander, well... I keep seeing Shep smiling during duties... particularly when he gets in that elevator, you know?
Jack smiles - her face splitting open into a perfect, complete expression; not a hint of facade or other emotion other than pleasure. She looks down at herself, cheeks colouring.
Kasumi: Wow. Now that's a face I've never seen before. Can I assume that everything's good from that?
Jack nods awkwardly; smile shining, face flushed.
Jack: I'm... I feel...
Kasumi: Not so alone? Cared for? Happy? In... you know, the "L" word?
Jack: (still grinning) Jeez, will you stop jumping in, you b*tch?
Kasumi chuckles and puts her hands together against her lips, assuring silence.
Jack: I feel... safe. Sure, him always coming back to talk to me was annonying the ****** outta me, but... I went to see him, you know, before we went through the relay?
Kasumi nods, eyes wide, eager for details.
Kasumi: And?
Jack: And... he made me feel safe.
Kasumi: So you...?
Jack: Nah...
Kasumi almost pouts in disappointment. Jack just grins at Kasumi and winks.
Jack: When we came back though... that was when the Cheerleader came calling. The look on her face...
Kasumi chuckles and slaps her knee.
Kasumi: I think it was worth the shock to hear about this. So why are you down here? Shouldn't you be up in Shepard's cabin?
Jack: F*ck, don't rush me... I'm still used to being on my own, you know? Having someone there is... it's strange. When I'm on my own, I can think about it and not feel like it's bigger than me.
Kasumi: It's only as big as two people. Remember that, Jack. Nothing to be afraid of there.
Jack: If you say so.
Kasumi pulls herself to her feet, and stands a few feet from Jack's boots.
Kasumi: I'll leave you be. Don't want anyone up there thinking you've gone soft on us.
Kasumi points up at the observation windows. Jack gives another of her trademark snorts.
Jack: Sounds like everyone already does...
Kasumi: Hey, I can tell everyone you socked me one when I tried to talk to you about it - will that help?
Jack: You better, Sneaky.
Kasumi: It's nice though, isn't it? Feeling safe?
Jack looks down at herself again, face serious again, and is silent for a few moments. She absently tunes another node - a long, gliding note like a feather slowly spiraling down through the air sings out.
Jack: (softly) Yes. It is.
Kasumi smiles, flicks a tiny salute at Jack, and walks back across the bay. Jack watches her go, lets her smile slowly grow again, and goes back to tuning herself; the long, soaring notes echoing around the quiet cargo bay.
(written while listening to this in an endless loop - thank you, Brian Eno
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The cargo bay is a huge, open space; the unity of the area sperated by stacks of crates, cargo pods leaden with ores and engineering supplies, rows of barrels and emergency equipment neatly stowed in cannisters and containers. Hasty repairs have been made to the holes torn in the hull by the Collector defense-drone, and while the scattered cargo and gear has been moved back to position and stowed away once more, the great chamber still seems to be a work-in-progress. Fragments of damaged metal and carbon dust lies like twinkling black snow here and there, and the air still reeks of burnt plastic. The Hammerhead lander has been lowered to the deck for repairs; some of the access panels are open, but the engineering staff have broken off work thanks to crew rotation... it won't be needed for a few more hours at the least.
Sitting on the floor, back against one of the Hammerhead's two vectored thrust engines, is Jack. She seems wrapped in her thoughts, ignoring everything around her. Everything about her seems relaxed; her face content. She gently works her omnitool, using it to manipulate a series of holographic diagrams constructed of lines and circular nodes. Each time she strikes a node a note plays, which she proceeds to bend or sustain, forming a flowing tide of sounds that forms a sort of soothing music. Jack is so preoccupied she doesn't notice the soft pad of feet on the Hammerhead's hull above her...
Kasumi: Hey! What are you doing?
Jack looks up, seemingly nonplussed.
Jack: Nothin'... self-diagnostics.
Kasum drops almost noiselessly to the deck beside Jack and squats to examine the omnitool display.
Kasumi: Sounds like music to me... it's pretty.
Jack shrugs and gestures at the hologram and its lattice of lines.
Jack: It's my implant connections. I made a program to fine tune their biotic output. I just move the tones around to alter power distribution, focal length, discharge duration... sh*t like that.
Kasumi: You're a woman of many talents, aren't you?
Jack: (distantly) I guess...
Kasumi: And you know, you're so friendly and approachable. And you really have a lot in common with Miranda, too... she was saying just the other day how alike you both are... she really wishes you'd spend more time hanging out with her. And the cargo bay is on fire.
Jack: Huh?
Kasumi: (chuckling) You're just not home today, are you? No threats? No waving guns at me? I'm starting to think the Collectors must have replaced you with a duplicate...
Jack snorts loudly, rolls her eyes.
Kasumi: ... but I don't think we should go get the real Jack back... this one's much nicer. She smiles a lot more, for starters.
Jack purses her lips and tunes up another node; the note rises higher than the others. She then casually taps her finger on Kasumi's knee. There is a sharp pop, and a tiny biotic shock fizzes into Kasumi's kneecap. She starts, loses balance for an instant, then allows herself to roll backwards, back onto her feet, and right into standing up straight in one fluid movement. Kasumi grins and rubs her knee theatrically.
Kasumi: Ouch! I guess I earned that, huh?
Jack smirks and points her finger like an imaginary gun at the thief.
Jack: Don't push it, Sneaky.
Kasumi raises her hands in surrender and sits herself down next to Jack.
Kasumi: I heard that this change in you might have more to do with our good Commander. Miranda was saying you seem to spending a lot of time riding that elevator... that and you answered his door undressed. So I guess you took that chance then?
Jack turns and scowls, but the expression falters and collapses into an almost embarassed little smile.
Jack: Yeah... I... well, we...
Kasumi smiles back at Jack and pats her arm.
Kasumi: If you were anyone else I'd ask for details, but I'd rather not be eating rations in the med-bay for the next six weeks. I'm happy for you, Jack. It's obvious you're happy too. And as for the Commander, well... I keep seeing Shep smiling during duties... particularly when he gets in that elevator, you know?
Jack smiles - her face splitting open into a perfect, complete expression; not a hint of facade or other emotion other than pleasure. She looks down at herself, cheeks colouring.
Kasumi: Wow. Now that's a face I've never seen before. Can I assume that everything's good from that?
Jack nods awkwardly; smile shining, face flushed.
Jack: I'm... I feel...
Kasumi: Not so alone? Cared for? Happy? In... you know, the "L" word?
Jack: (still grinning) Jeez, will you stop jumping in, you b*tch?
Kasumi chuckles and puts her hands together against her lips, assuring silence.
Jack: I feel... safe. Sure, him always coming back to talk to me was annonying the ****** outta me, but... I went to see him, you know, before we went through the relay?
Kasumi nods, eyes wide, eager for details.
Kasumi: And?
Jack: And... he made me feel safe.
Kasumi: So you...?
Jack: Nah...
Kasumi almost pouts in disappointment. Jack just grins at Kasumi and winks.
Jack: When we came back though... that was when the Cheerleader came calling. The look on her face...
Kasumi chuckles and slaps her knee.
Kasumi: I think it was worth the shock to hear about this. So why are you down here? Shouldn't you be up in Shepard's cabin?
Jack: F*ck, don't rush me... I'm still used to being on my own, you know? Having someone there is... it's strange. When I'm on my own, I can think about it and not feel like it's bigger than me.
Kasumi: It's only as big as two people. Remember that, Jack. Nothing to be afraid of there.
Jack: If you say so.
Kasumi pulls herself to her feet, and stands a few feet from Jack's boots.
Kasumi: I'll leave you be. Don't want anyone up there thinking you've gone soft on us.
Kasumi points up at the observation windows. Jack gives another of her trademark snorts.
Jack: Sounds like everyone already does...
Kasumi: Hey, I can tell everyone you socked me one when I tried to talk to you about it - will that help?
Jack: You better, Sneaky.
Kasumi: It's nice though, isn't it? Feeling safe?
Jack looks down at herself again, face serious again, and is silent for a few moments. She absently tunes another node - a long, gliding note like a feather slowly spiraling down through the air sings out.
Jack: (softly) Yes. It is.
Kasumi smiles, flicks a tiny salute at Jack, and walks back across the bay. Jack watches her go, lets her smile slowly grow again, and goes back to tuning herself; the long, soaring notes echoing around the quiet cargo bay.
(written while listening to this in an endless loop - thank you, Brian Eno
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Modifié par Mondo47, 16 août 2010 - 06:32 .
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Posté 16 août 2010 - 06:54
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Oh, man. Two fics in consecutive posts. The thread may have slowed to glacier-like speeds, but I'm glad you guys are still writing 
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Posté 16 août 2010 - 07:02
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That fic was nice Mondo. Jack is happy for a change.Mondo47 wrote...
Jack smiles - her face splitting open into a perfect, complete expression; not a hint of facade or other emotion other than pleasure. She looks down at herself, cheeks colouring.
Kasumi: Wow. Now that's a face I've never seen before. Can I assume that everything's good from that?
Jack nods awkwardly; smile shining, face flushed.
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Posté 16 août 2010 - 07:18
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Bah! I'm working, and can't listen to the song that's supposed to accompany your most recent fanfic, Mondo. I'd like to see what other activities Jack does, and what other conversations she has, as she tries to deal with these new, enduring feelings. I like seeing her creativity, and you seem to think that Jack is very creative. Also, try as I might, I just cannot envision Jack blushing bashfully.
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Posté 16 août 2010 - 07:38
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Love melts the hardest heart, York m'dear. Melts the hardest heart...
Throw thermal pod...
Throw thermal pod...
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Posté 16 août 2010 - 07:52
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As the saying goes: "Love conquers all" Not sure if that is totally accurate or not, but it sounds good anyway.
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Posté 16 août 2010 - 08:12
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Here's a thought: anybody ever think about what would happen if Jack ended up playing a fighting game against any one of the crewmembers?
Wonder how crazy that'd get.
Wonder how crazy that'd get.
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Posté 16 août 2010 - 08:35
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Sundown Native wrote...
Here's a thought: anybody ever think about what would happen if Jack ended up playing a fighting game against any one of the crewmembers?
Wonder how crazy that'd get.
What, like Street Fighter, or actual wrestling?
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Posté 16 août 2010 - 08:41
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yorkj86 wrote...
Bah! I'm working, and can't listen to the song that's supposed to accompany your most recent fanfic, Mondo.
Make sure you check it out once you're home - I promise you it'll make your day better
I think Sundown means a beat-em-up game, though if we're talking about actual sparring, I've already been there :happy:
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I was going to narrow it down to a few, but actually, it really doesn't even matter. Any game that supported some sort of versus mode (Street Fighter, Tekken, SvR) and included violence would have sufficed.
Hell, even worse, imagine if they were playing online.
Hell, even worse, imagine if they were playing online.
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Posté 16 août 2010 - 10:56
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Does anyone remember who wrote and posted that fic, that takes place after Mondo's "Walking After You", but that wasn't written by Mondo, where Jack is hesitant to leave injured Shepard's side?
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Nice work there Sundown, by the way
Yeah, I remember that one too, York - it was pretty good as well if I remember rightly... who did do it? I can't remember either!
Yeah, I remember that one too, York - it was pretty good as well if I remember rightly... who did do it? I can't remember either!
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Her loyalty trip was a never-ending headache-inducing grind of cliche. It has the worst dialogue and va/delivery I've ever encountered.
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^^^
You might as well agree to disagree, and move on, buddy.
You might as well agree to disagree, and move on, buddy.
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If you think that Jack's loyalty mission has the worst dialog and va delivery that you have ever encountered, then it's suffice to say that your opinion on dialog and va delivery isn't worth much more than a pile of dog sh*t around here.
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I'm sorry, I had to do this one. I truly believe it'd get a lot more extreme than I depicted it, though. Just wanted to see how it'd feel/look.
4th part of S.O.M.
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_ 1:37, P.M. _
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“You have GOT to be KIDDING ME!”
Came Shepard’s voice, from above the floor in which Jack had resided. She’d had been tending to the laces on her boots, her back falling against the cushions of the couch positioned in the center of the room. Brown hues would turn to the stairs, wondering what the hell elicited that yell from him. And for five seconds, that topic occupied her mind. Then, she looked back to the television set in front of her, pretty sure that, whatever it was, it was another form of nostalgia for James.
Soon enough, his boots came booming down the steps. He had holding a black, box-like device in his hand, complete with tangled cords, and controllers.
“Something else catch your f*cking eye?” Jack had said, without interest; her eyes glued to the news report Emily Wong as doing about the late prison ship, the Purgatory.
“Turn that sh*t off; you gotta see this.” James had said, walking into the living room, and in front of Jack’s view. Once there, he crouched, setting the box-device onto the coffee table, and connecting the cords into their assigned slots. Jack’s eyes trailed down to the box; it’s appearance generating a quizzical look from the tattooed biotic.
“What the hell is that?” Jack asked, leaning a bit to get a closer look.
“It’s called an Xbox.” James explained. “We used to have these things by the masses, in the 20th century. ‘Least, that’s what they told me.”
“Who told you?”
“Parents. They were out shopping off world, one day, and figured they’d get it, since they were buying other things like it. ‘Artifacts of the past’ they called it.”
“You know you ain’t gonna be able to hook that sh*t up to a holo.”
“Right.”
James had pushed off of the ground, moving into the area that served as the dining room. Within the next moment, James had come back, carrying a three foot long crate. He’d sit it directly under the hologram that served as the television, and then went back into the dining room. Jack simply watched him go back and forth; a what-in-the-blue-hell-is-Shepard-doing look plastered on her face.
In the next instant, James had come back with another box-like device. Though this one’s front was outfitted with a glass plate, and had antennas sticking from the top. He’d sit this device on top of the crates, then moved to mingle with the cords, again.
“….What the f*ck is an Xbox, again?” Jack had said, lightly shaking her head.
“Gaming system.”
“Why not use your damn omni-tool?”
“Not good at handling portables.”
“What?”
“Nevermind; it’s hooked up.” James had said, finished with placing the cords in their respective spots. He then turned to head back up the stairs. “Be right back!” He’d say, quickly, before a set of booms signaled his position upwards. The second set, after a moment, brought him back down. James had now held a green case in his hand, and a disc, in another. He moved to the Xbox, and pressed onto a button, which had glowed green, after a few seconds. He’d then press another button, causing the device to eject a grey, bottomless tray. He’d set the disk in the hollowing that made the shape of it, and then pressed the same button he’d pressed, before, causing the tray to retreat back into the Xbox.
James had then gone to hit the buttons fitted onto the bottom of the other, larger box. When he was finished, he moved over to the coffee table, picking up one of the controller he had been carrying, and handed it to Jack. In her confusion, she accepted it. James had then grabbed onto another controller, and moved to a seat beside her.
“You and I..” James began, dropping down onto the cushion, exhaling as he had done so. “Are going to play some Tekken 6.”
“….Seriously?” Jack had said, turning her head to him. “You want to spend the day playing video games?”
“Not the entire day; we’ve still have to be ready for when Lori calls us. Besides, it’s boring, when it’s just me.”
She could have just broken the damn controller…But she did say that she was trying to help. Jack shrugged, gripping onto the controller, and throwing her feet on top of the table, crossing them as she spoke, again.
“One match. And then we’re done.”
“Fine by me.”
GET READY FOR THE NEXT BATTLE!
_ 2:10, P.M. _
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“You’re a goddamn cheat, Shepard!”
“How did I cheat? You’re the one that ran into it.”
“No I f*cking didn’t!”
“I could easily save this match, so you can see the replay.”
“Save it, then. So I’ll have f*ckin’ evidence. Spammin’ the sh*t out of those kicks..”
“It’s Tae Kwon Do.”
“So what?”
“Jack…It’s Tae Kwon Do. Kicking happens, in Tae Kwon Do.”
The score was 17-16. James had been leading.
“Alright, it’s saved.” James had said, putting down the controller. And rising from his seat. “I’m gonna go ahead an—“
“F*ck that. Going for tie.”
James, just now realizing that they have been playing for almost forty matches, began to laugh, a bit. “You said we were only playing one game.”
“I also said to shut the f*ck up. Sit down, and play.”
James couldn’t wipe that smile off of his face for a damned thing. Alas, he sat down, gripped his controller, and hit ‘Character Select’ on the screen. “As you wish” He’d say, as the game brought them back to the character selection screen.
“I’m picking Gordo.” Jack would say, to which James had rewarded her with a frown.
“You pick him; you’re not getting your tie.” James retorted, moving the controls to select a character named Lars Alexandersson. “How about we make a bet?” He’d add, looking towards Jack, awaiting her approval. Jack had picked a large robot of the same name. “Sure. I win? Your creds are mine.” James’ brows would furrow; he didn’t quite get the entire thing.
“Like, for the day?” He’d ask.
“Like forever.” Jack would answer.
“…You know, somehow, I feel stupid, for calling a bet now.” James had said, while going through the stages available for them.
“Shouldn’t have done it. And if you win?”
“I noticed you’re still wearing that visor.”
“…Under normal circumstances? I’d probably feel like an assh*le, right now.” Jack had said, allowing a grin to form across her face. “But…Ya had it coming, you f*cker.”
“Sure you don’t want to change your conditions?”
“Screw that. Had my eye on that gun shop, down the road from here, anyway. Might as well check it out, after this.”
“Assuming you win. I’m not leading from luck.”
“We’ll see, d*ckhead.”
GET READY FOR THE NEXT BATTLE!
Both James and Jack grew quiet, as the match began. First round. Lars had sent both his arms forward as Jack-6 attempted to attack, hitting him with an electrical strike, which sent him slumping to the floor. But, before the robot was able to completely fall, Lars had stuck his foot out, kicking the half-downed robot, causing it to bounce from the floor. Lars’ hands then struck forward, hitting Jack-6 twice, and sending him flying across the screen behind Lars. The Swedish native had then performed a somersault, attempting to strike Jack as it lay prone. However, the robot moved to the side, at the last minute, causing Lars to miss. When it got up, it sent a boot straight into Lars’ face, knocking him onto the floor. It had launched Lars into the air, hitting him with a combo, as he fell back down. Lars began to glow red. When he had gotten back up, he had struck Jack with a combo of his own, ending with a reverse somersault kick that sent the robot spiraling into the wall behind him.
K.O.
“See what I mean? Goddamn cheat!” Jack had said, shoving her elbow into James’ ribs. Though he felt the blow and the pain that came with it, he ended up laughing it off. “Don’t get mad because I’m winning.”
Round two was extremely one sided. As Lars began to attack, Jack had hit him with a counter move, and dominated him, ever since.
K.O.
“Um...Who’s winning, again?” Jack had said, smirking.
“You got lucky.” James had quickly added in, his eyes never leaving the screen.
“Yeah? Alright, b*tch.”
Round three. Lars had kicked the final round off with a 5-hit combo that sent Jack across the screen, once more. Lars attempted to follow up, and was tripped, when he got too close. Jack had then repeatedly kicked Lars’ head in, until he’d gotten out of range. When Lars had gotten up, he was met with a charged fist to the jaw, which sent him back onto the floor. The second time it was attempted, however, Lars had countered it with somersault kick, which stunned the robot long enough for a 4-hit combo that put it on its last bit of health. When Jack had gotten up, Lars had made a beeline towards it, attempting to take out the last bit of health
But as that happened, Lori had entered through the front door. “Shepard?”
Hearing the door and his name caused James to look to the culprit. And because of which, his character had stopped in place, giving Jack the moment she needed to throw his character across the room, taking out any remaining health he had left.
K.O.
“Wha-?”
“Damn, Shepard.” The grin across Jack’s face had gotten wider. “You ****ing should have been paying attention. Now look what happened.” Jack had placed the controller onto the table, and had gotten up from her seat, on the couch. “Now where’s that goddamn chit?”
He could have argued, but he deemed it pointless. He hung his head low, and sighed. Right hand would rise up to point to the ceiling.
“In the bedroom, next to the lamp.” James had replied, looking defeated. Jack had slapped his back, then hopped over the couch to head upstairs. Lori was dumbfounded, evident for James to see, when he looked towards her. After a moment of silence, James had shaken his head.
“I lost a bet.”
“Ah…Ok.” Lori had nodded, though she still didn’t quite understand. That, however, was none of her business. “There’s an event happening, down at the plaza, at 5.” Lori had said, backtracking a bit, though she had never ventured that far, beyond the door. “We’d be honored, if you were to join us.”
“Sure. I’ll be there.” James replied, hand coming up to his head, to brush back a few strands of hair. Upon confirming that James was coming to the event, Lori had nodded, once again, and turned to leave the house. As soon as the door shut, James had laid back onto the couch, closing his eyes, to get some sort of rest, for the day.
“SHEPARD!” Jack would call, from about the stairs. “THERE’S NO ****ING CHIT, UP HERE!”
“…So much for that plan.” James had said, opening his eyes. He’d then leap over the couch, heading up the stairs. When he reached the room, he saw the credit chit exactly where he’d said it was. A hand would come to slap against his head.
“C’mon , Jack. You’re not even looking.” James had said, a bit irritated.
“Nope.”
Jack appeared, behind him. When James had turned to look, Jack had drilled him in his chest, causing him to stumble back and fall onto the bed.
“I’m not.”
The doors behind her were slammed shut.
4th part of S.O.M.
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_ 1:37, P.M. _
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“You have GOT to be KIDDING ME!”
Came Shepard’s voice, from above the floor in which Jack had resided. She’d had been tending to the laces on her boots, her back falling against the cushions of the couch positioned in the center of the room. Brown hues would turn to the stairs, wondering what the hell elicited that yell from him. And for five seconds, that topic occupied her mind. Then, she looked back to the television set in front of her, pretty sure that, whatever it was, it was another form of nostalgia for James.
Soon enough, his boots came booming down the steps. He had holding a black, box-like device in his hand, complete with tangled cords, and controllers.
“Something else catch your f*cking eye?” Jack had said, without interest; her eyes glued to the news report Emily Wong as doing about the late prison ship, the Purgatory.
“Turn that sh*t off; you gotta see this.” James had said, walking into the living room, and in front of Jack’s view. Once there, he crouched, setting the box-device onto the coffee table, and connecting the cords into their assigned slots. Jack’s eyes trailed down to the box; it’s appearance generating a quizzical look from the tattooed biotic.
“What the hell is that?” Jack asked, leaning a bit to get a closer look.
“It’s called an Xbox.” James explained. “We used to have these things by the masses, in the 20th century. ‘Least, that’s what they told me.”
“Who told you?”
“Parents. They were out shopping off world, one day, and figured they’d get it, since they were buying other things like it. ‘Artifacts of the past’ they called it.”
“You know you ain’t gonna be able to hook that sh*t up to a holo.”
“Right.”
James had pushed off of the ground, moving into the area that served as the dining room. Within the next moment, James had come back, carrying a three foot long crate. He’d sit it directly under the hologram that served as the television, and then went back into the dining room. Jack simply watched him go back and forth; a what-in-the-blue-hell-is-Shepard-doing look plastered on her face.
In the next instant, James had come back with another box-like device. Though this one’s front was outfitted with a glass plate, and had antennas sticking from the top. He’d sit this device on top of the crates, then moved to mingle with the cords, again.
“….What the f*ck is an Xbox, again?” Jack had said, lightly shaking her head.
“Gaming system.”
“Why not use your damn omni-tool?”
“Not good at handling portables.”
“What?”
“Nevermind; it’s hooked up.” James had said, finished with placing the cords in their respective spots. He then turned to head back up the stairs. “Be right back!” He’d say, quickly, before a set of booms signaled his position upwards. The second set, after a moment, brought him back down. James had now held a green case in his hand, and a disc, in another. He moved to the Xbox, and pressed onto a button, which had glowed green, after a few seconds. He’d then press another button, causing the device to eject a grey, bottomless tray. He’d set the disk in the hollowing that made the shape of it, and then pressed the same button he’d pressed, before, causing the tray to retreat back into the Xbox.
James had then gone to hit the buttons fitted onto the bottom of the other, larger box. When he was finished, he moved over to the coffee table, picking up one of the controller he had been carrying, and handed it to Jack. In her confusion, she accepted it. James had then grabbed onto another controller, and moved to a seat beside her.
“You and I..” James began, dropping down onto the cushion, exhaling as he had done so. “Are going to play some Tekken 6.”
“….Seriously?” Jack had said, turning her head to him. “You want to spend the day playing video games?”
“Not the entire day; we’ve still have to be ready for when Lori calls us. Besides, it’s boring, when it’s just me.”
She could have just broken the damn controller…But she did say that she was trying to help. Jack shrugged, gripping onto the controller, and throwing her feet on top of the table, crossing them as she spoke, again.
“One match. And then we’re done.”
“Fine by me.”
GET READY FOR THE NEXT BATTLE!
_ 2:10, P.M. _
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“You’re a goddamn cheat, Shepard!”
“How did I cheat? You’re the one that ran into it.”
“No I f*cking didn’t!”
“I could easily save this match, so you can see the replay.”
“Save it, then. So I’ll have f*ckin’ evidence. Spammin’ the sh*t out of those kicks..”
“It’s Tae Kwon Do.”
“So what?”
“Jack…It’s Tae Kwon Do. Kicking happens, in Tae Kwon Do.”
The score was 17-16. James had been leading.
“Alright, it’s saved.” James had said, putting down the controller. And rising from his seat. “I’m gonna go ahead an—“
“F*ck that. Going for tie.”
James, just now realizing that they have been playing for almost forty matches, began to laugh, a bit. “You said we were only playing one game.”
“I also said to shut the f*ck up. Sit down, and play.”
James couldn’t wipe that smile off of his face for a damned thing. Alas, he sat down, gripped his controller, and hit ‘Character Select’ on the screen. “As you wish” He’d say, as the game brought them back to the character selection screen.
“I’m picking Gordo.” Jack would say, to which James had rewarded her with a frown.
“You pick him; you’re not getting your tie.” James retorted, moving the controls to select a character named Lars Alexandersson. “How about we make a bet?” He’d add, looking towards Jack, awaiting her approval. Jack had picked a large robot of the same name. “Sure. I win? Your creds are mine.” James’ brows would furrow; he didn’t quite get the entire thing.
“Like, for the day?” He’d ask.
“Like forever.” Jack would answer.
“…You know, somehow, I feel stupid, for calling a bet now.” James had said, while going through the stages available for them.
“Shouldn’t have done it. And if you win?”
“I noticed you’re still wearing that visor.”
“…Under normal circumstances? I’d probably feel like an assh*le, right now.” Jack had said, allowing a grin to form across her face. “But…Ya had it coming, you f*cker.”
“Sure you don’t want to change your conditions?”
“Screw that. Had my eye on that gun shop, down the road from here, anyway. Might as well check it out, after this.”
“Assuming you win. I’m not leading from luck.”
“We’ll see, d*ckhead.”
GET READY FOR THE NEXT BATTLE!
Both James and Jack grew quiet, as the match began. First round. Lars had sent both his arms forward as Jack-6 attempted to attack, hitting him with an electrical strike, which sent him slumping to the floor. But, before the robot was able to completely fall, Lars had stuck his foot out, kicking the half-downed robot, causing it to bounce from the floor. Lars’ hands then struck forward, hitting Jack-6 twice, and sending him flying across the screen behind Lars. The Swedish native had then performed a somersault, attempting to strike Jack as it lay prone. However, the robot moved to the side, at the last minute, causing Lars to miss. When it got up, it sent a boot straight into Lars’ face, knocking him onto the floor. It had launched Lars into the air, hitting him with a combo, as he fell back down. Lars began to glow red. When he had gotten back up, he had struck Jack with a combo of his own, ending with a reverse somersault kick that sent the robot spiraling into the wall behind him.
K.O.
“See what I mean? Goddamn cheat!” Jack had said, shoving her elbow into James’ ribs. Though he felt the blow and the pain that came with it, he ended up laughing it off. “Don’t get mad because I’m winning.”
Round two was extremely one sided. As Lars began to attack, Jack had hit him with a counter move, and dominated him, ever since.
K.O.
“Um...Who’s winning, again?” Jack had said, smirking.
“You got lucky.” James had quickly added in, his eyes never leaving the screen.
“Yeah? Alright, b*tch.”
Round three. Lars had kicked the final round off with a 5-hit combo that sent Jack across the screen, once more. Lars attempted to follow up, and was tripped, when he got too close. Jack had then repeatedly kicked Lars’ head in, until he’d gotten out of range. When Lars had gotten up, he was met with a charged fist to the jaw, which sent him back onto the floor. The second time it was attempted, however, Lars had countered it with somersault kick, which stunned the robot long enough for a 4-hit combo that put it on its last bit of health. When Jack had gotten up, Lars had made a beeline towards it, attempting to take out the last bit of health
But as that happened, Lori had entered through the front door. “Shepard?”
Hearing the door and his name caused James to look to the culprit. And because of which, his character had stopped in place, giving Jack the moment she needed to throw his character across the room, taking out any remaining health he had left.
K.O.
“Wha-?”
“Damn, Shepard.” The grin across Jack’s face had gotten wider. “You ****ing should have been paying attention. Now look what happened.” Jack had placed the controller onto the table, and had gotten up from her seat, on the couch. “Now where’s that goddamn chit?”
He could have argued, but he deemed it pointless. He hung his head low, and sighed. Right hand would rise up to point to the ceiling.
“In the bedroom, next to the lamp.” James had replied, looking defeated. Jack had slapped his back, then hopped over the couch to head upstairs. Lori was dumbfounded, evident for James to see, when he looked towards her. After a moment of silence, James had shaken his head.
“I lost a bet.”
“Ah…Ok.” Lori had nodded, though she still didn’t quite understand. That, however, was none of her business. “There’s an event happening, down at the plaza, at 5.” Lori had said, backtracking a bit, though she had never ventured that far, beyond the door. “We’d be honored, if you were to join us.”
“Sure. I’ll be there.” James replied, hand coming up to his head, to brush back a few strands of hair. Upon confirming that James was coming to the event, Lori had nodded, once again, and turned to leave the house. As soon as the door shut, James had laid back onto the couch, closing his eyes, to get some sort of rest, for the day.
“SHEPARD!” Jack would call, from about the stairs. “THERE’S NO ****ING CHIT, UP HERE!”
“…So much for that plan.” James had said, opening his eyes. He’d then leap over the couch, heading up the stairs. When he reached the room, he saw the credit chit exactly where he’d said it was. A hand would come to slap against his head.
“C’mon , Jack. You’re not even looking.” James had said, a bit irritated.
“Nope.”
Jack appeared, behind him. When James had turned to look, Jack had drilled him in his chest, causing him to stumble back and fall onto the bed.
“I’m not.”
The doors behind her were slammed shut.
Modifié par Sundown Native, 17 août 2010 - 01:26 .
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Posté 17 août 2010 - 01:33
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cihimi wrote...
Her loyalty trip was a never-ending headache-inducing grind of cliche. It has the worst dialogue and va/delivery I've ever encountered.
"I implore you to reconsider."
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Posté 17 août 2010 - 01:33
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All these recent Fan Fics have really made my day!
I love reading em.
I love reading em.
