She's done a lot to help the strategy resources on this forum. The position is well deserved.
Into the Bad Girl: Jack Fans
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Posté 02 septembre 2010 - 04:20
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I agree, she definetly deserved it. When I saw it I had to do a double take, but I wasn't really suprised.Collider wrote...
She's done a lot to help the strategy resources on this forum. The position is well deserved.
Oh and to be on topic I'll pose a question: Some people believe that Jack lies about all of the crims she's commited to try and push Shepard away. (which really doesn't make sense, considering we found he in Purgatory) Does anyone around these parts believe in this particular theory? I for one don't, but I can see the reasoning behind it.
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Posté 02 septembre 2010 - 04:33
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Nope.
She damn near blew up the ship she'd been 'imprisoned' on. All the evidence I need, for right now, I'm unable to explain my answer.
She damn near blew up the ship she'd been 'imprisoned' on. All the evidence I need, for right now, I'm unable to explain my answer.
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Posté 02 septembre 2010 - 04:35
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I think it's possible she might embellish her stories a little to make her seem more extreme. After all, she did try to deny that the experimenters on Pragia had given her the least pain of the group.
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Posté 02 septembre 2010 - 04:38
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I wonder what stories she did embellish. She had to have actually done some pretty extreme things, though. One doesn't get put in cryo, in Purgatory, for stealing an old lady's purse, and then playing it up as crashing a space-station in to a hanar moon.
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Posté 02 septembre 2010 - 04:43
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I don't think the writers made Jack that complex. We can make her that complex, but I don't think the character really is.
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Posté 02 septembre 2010 - 04:56
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What exactly did she do that sent the entirety of Purgatory into meltdown anyway? I can't remember what is said over the intercom system.Sundown Native wrote...
She damn near blew up the ship she'd been 'imprisoned' on. All the evidence I need, for right now, I'm unable to explain my answer.
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Posté 02 septembre 2010 - 05:28
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I'm doing the Pragia mission with one of my Shepard's right now. You can see the trepidation on Jack's face as she leaves the shuttle, in these two screenies.
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Posté 02 septembre 2010 - 05:36
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You think it's trepidation for her return to her place of misery and torture, but really she's just thinking she should have brought a raincoat.
Okay, seriously, I did like the look on her face as they stepped off the shuttle. She is such a mixture of twisted, conflicting emotions for that mission.
Okay, seriously, I did like the look on her face as they stepped off the shuttle. She is such a mixture of twisted, conflicting emotions for that mission.
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Posté 02 septembre 2010 - 05:37
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As is Miranda.
Edit: And to answer your question, Pacifien, I really don't know. I assumed it had something to do with her blowing open walls, and tearing down machinery.
As is Miranda.
Edit: And to answer your question, Pacifien, I really don't know. I assumed it had something to do with her blowing open walls, and tearing down machinery.
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Posté 02 septembre 2010 - 05:38
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And yet, all that rain, and their mascara still doesn't run. It is smear proof to everything but the purest emotions.
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Posté 02 septembre 2010 - 05:38
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Pacifien wrote...
You think it's trepidation for her return to her place of misery and torture, but really she's just thinking she should have brought a raincoat.
Okay, seriously, I did like the look on her face as they stepped off the shuttle. She is such a mixture of twisted, conflicting emotions for that mission.
because jack isalways one to wear the right amount of protective clothing right? She may wear that halter in space, but throw her into rain and she'll refuse to continue until she can properly cover up 
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Posté 02 septembre 2010 - 05:54
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ah crap i give up.
finding and anwsering all the questions in this thread since page 1 is just not going to happen.
but.. i made it to page 214 before i gave up, i guess that's something.
anyhow ...
regarding the possible extent to which she exaggerates her "crimes" .. i always thought that she does, at least to some extent. probably part of her **** off routine, of course that doesn't work with shep but still.
by the way.. some impressive fan art around these parts .. *claps*
finding and anwsering all the questions in this thread since page 1 is just not going to happen.
but.. i made it to page 214 before i gave up, i guess that's something.
anyhow ...
regarding the possible extent to which she exaggerates her "crimes" .. i always thought that she does, at least to some extent. probably part of her **** off routine, of course that doesn't work with shep but still.
by the way.. some impressive fan art around these parts .. *claps*
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Posté 02 septembre 2010 - 06:02
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Disagreed. Exaggerating her misadventures would be suggestive of trying to impress, which just strikes me as running contrary to her character on the whole.
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Posté 02 septembre 2010 - 06:08
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Trying to impress? I guess I don't see it. If some ofher stores were simply made up or exagerrated, I would imagine she would be doing it in attempt to further push Shepard away. (This convo occurs pre-romance activation)adriano_c wrote...
Disagreed. Exaggerating her misadventures would be suggestive of trying to impress, which just strikes me as running contrary to her character on the whole.
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Posté 02 septembre 2010 - 06:15
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mhm.. but that may just be because you put in the time to get to know her.. she tells you about all her hobbys or what ever you want to call it relativly early.
and i tend to think quite a few people are scared away by the thought of her crashing space stations into moons and all the pirate stuff she's supposedly done.
after all we're not talking about the cuddly rum-drinking kind here.. most people ,in the mass effect universe mind you, probably are scared ****less of pirates what with all the slave trading going on.
if i remember correctly shep killed or at least re-introduced a few pirates into society her/him -self.. and they sure weren't all nice..
edit: ah.. exactly what i was trying to say ine post above. nevermind then
and i tend to think quite a few people are scared away by the thought of her crashing space stations into moons and all the pirate stuff she's supposedly done.
after all we're not talking about the cuddly rum-drinking kind here.. most people ,in the mass effect universe mind you, probably are scared ****less of pirates what with all the slave trading going on.
if i remember correctly shep killed or at least re-introduced a few pirates into society her/him -self.. and they sure weren't all nice..
edit: ah.. exactly what i was trying to say ine post above. nevermind then
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Posté 02 septembre 2010 - 06:23
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tommyt_1994 wrote...
Trying to impress? I guess I don't see it. If some ofher stores were simply made up or exagerrated, I would imagine she would be doing it in attempt to further push Shepard away. (This convo occurs pre-romance activation)
As the Turian Warden Leo Glynn said, "Jack is the meanest handful of violence and hate I've ever encountered." Additionally, Shepard has whatever dossier detailing her criminal history, so he's already well-aware of what she's about. So, no need for self-aggrandizement (through embellishing those tales of hers) to "push someone away" when she could just tell the truth to achieve the same effect.
-edit. If that's what she's doing to begin with, which I'm skeptical of. Rather, it seems like her just being upfront.
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I see your point, and like I previously stated, I dont believe she was making anything up. Just tryin' to see whats on the other side of the fence I guessadriano_c wrote...
tommyt_1994 wrote...
Trying to impress? I guess I don't see it. If some ofher stores were simply made up or exagerrated, I would imagine she would be doing it in attempt to further push Shepard away. (This convo occurs pre-romance activation)
As the Turian Warden Leo Glynn said, "Jack is the meanest handful of violence and hate I've ever encountered." Additionally, Shepard has whatever dossier detailing her criminal history, so he's already well-aware of what she's about. So, no need for self-aggrandizement (through embellishing those tales of hers) to "push someone away" when she could just tell the truth to achieve the same effect.
-edit. If that's what she's doing to begin with, which I'm skeptical of. Rather, it seems like her just being upfront.
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tommyt_1994 wrote...
I see your point, and like I previously stated, I dont believe she was making anything up. Just tryin' to see whats on the other side of the fence I guess
Yeah, it's whatever. I just don't "get" the side claiming she either exagerrates and/or makes the stories up. I mean, you have the guy tasked with housing the galaxy's worst criminals, and according to him, the character in question is the worst of the lot. With that as context, is anything she relates that far-fetched? Not especially, in my opinion. Then, you have to ask, why do people embellish stories, anyway? Typically to make themselves feel/look "better" (worse, in this case, as it were) to either stroke their own ego or manipulate others' opinions of them. For the former, I don't think Jack is applicable, for obvious reasons, and for the latter, as I previously mentioned, the truth alone would suffice.
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Posté 02 septembre 2010 - 09:09
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Congrats to Pacifien
And yes, I think Jack may have "embellished" some of her tales in order to tell Shep "hey I'm a badass crimelady, so don't f*ck with me!"
And yes, I think Jack may have "embellished" some of her tales in order to tell Shep "hey I'm a badass crimelady, so don't f*ck with me!"
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Posté 02 septembre 2010 - 09:43
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I would LOVE to know if this filler chapter made any damn sense. The first part, you may see again, in S.O.M, and I will applaud anyone who points it out, when it does come up.
It's the second part I'm worried about. I decided on doing this, rather than the full chapter I was going to do, because I'm close to passing out, right now. I wanted to get at least one of the stories I promised in.
Anyway, if you could let me know about that small bit, it'd be greatly appreciated. I'll then know not to write when I'm damn near K.O.'d.
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“You sleep wild.”
“So? I like the space. You ****ing sleep weird – in stasis, or some ****.”
“Mhm. You talk in your sleep, too.”
“And you snore, ****.”
“I don’t snore.”
“Wanna boot up the omni-tool and find out?”
“I don’t snore, Jack.”
“Wanna boot up the omni-tool and find out?”
“There’s nothing to find out. I mean, unless you WANT to see just how possessed you look, when you slee—“
“**** you, Shepard. Your breath smells like ****, when you wake up.”
“Low blow. Would’ve been good, but I brush my teeth, before I head to bed. I don’t eat, and pass out.”
“Wha—“
“4 seconds, and counting.”
“You—“
“Two.”
“****!”
“Annnnd this round is mine.”
Sleep had not claimed either James or Jack, that night. At least, not yet. Through the hours they spent awake, they had done nothing but lay close to each other, covered underneath the sheets of the bed. Sheets that were not torn from the fabric, after the alone time they enjoyed, together. However, boredom had come to Jack a little faster than sleep itself did. And with boredom, an extreme desire to escape it had followed.
It was then that the two agreed upon an ‘insult contest’, to pass the time. Whichever one could score the most valid insults…Won. Rewards were not discussed, nor were they needed. Comfort was a reward, in of itself.
However, it seemed to be getting lost. James had sat up to mark his win upon a blank datapad – save for 11 marks; five of which belonged to Jack, and five to James, the newest of which being added to James – before placing it back upon the side of his free shoulder. He had been chuckling the entire time.
And it was pissing Jack off.
“You got lucky.” Jack had said, rolling her eyes, and constricting James with her arm. Part of her wanted to break a rib just to shut him up. She put that at the back of her head. ‘We don’t need to head to a clinic at near 2:30 in the morning, because I kicked his ass for something I let him do.’ However, it was something she regretted. Even though they were only poking fun at each other, with no real intended insults, Jack couldn’t help but realize that, even though this was a game, James had been winning. She wondered if James really cared about the way she lived, or the way she acted. She wondered if he were lying.
‘Nah…I don’t see it. Either that…Or I just don’t ****ing want to.’
‘No way in hell James would be lying. Who the **** takes a girl he barely knows to live with him -- on his home planet -- for three days just to screw her over? It don’t make sense. It doesn’t, because he’s for real. He cares about me. So I could give a **** less about this thoughts I’m having. Or the thoughts I had.’
Reassurance did not stop her from asking.
“Hey, Shepard…?”
No response. Jack had turned her head up to look at him, and found that he had drifted off into sleep.
“Eh…Dumb ****ing question, to begin with.”
It would not be long before sleep claimed her, as well.
“Who the…Who the **** does he think he is!?”
Jack had been pacing back and forth, a little too close to her cot for comfort. She’d stub her toe onto the metal railings more than once. And upon the seventh time, he hurled the cot across the room, with her bare hands, knocking over a few datapads, and nearly causing the heavy pistol she kept with her to go off. She screamed in anger, closing the distance the metal walls, now accessible from the absence of the cot, and began slamming her fist into the solid structure. When it did not suffice, Jack turned her attention to four stacked crates, and, with a sudden burst of physical strength, kicked the crates in its midsection, causing all four to topple over. There was virtually no way for anyone to enter from the left side, now.
She’d been defeated. James had just beaten her down with words, and she couldn’t stand it. She couldn’t think straight, and any ideas of leaving this alone diminished when James hurled that Phalanx at her. He needed to get hurt. He needed to suffer, for what he did.
“He ****ing needs to DI--…”
She couldn’t finish her words. The sheer mentioning of ending his life because of what he done had given her a clear mind. She could think, now. And in her thoughts, she realized something…Odd.
“…****…****! ****! AHHHH!”
Jack would slam her fist into the walls, once more. And afterwards, she made her way up to the elevator.
The Normandy was empty. It was one of the rare instances where the entire crew had taken a break. Illium was their docking point, and they had all taken to bars, or stores that peaked their interest. One exception was the captain of the ship. James had resided in his own quarters, reading the intel he had gathered for a salarian named Ish; someone who Jacob had extremely disliked. He had kept at this action, until the doors to his cabin unhinged, hissed, and pulled apart from themselves. There, at the opening of the door, stood Jack, biotics flaring, along with her temper. She had scanned the area for her target. And when it was acquired, she made her move. James had expected to be in for a fight for survival, judging from the instability of the aura surrounding her.
But in an instant, the aura dropped.
“Wha-“
Before he could voice his confusion, Jack had drilled the commander straight in the jaw, causing him to stagger back, into the desk he’d been reading near. Jack had then jumped onto him, placing her hands across his neck, in a attempt to strangle the life out of him. However, James was the stronger, physically, which made his attempt to pull her hands from him all the more successful. James had used this leverage to pull himself back onto his feet, and was going to attempt to talk some sense into her. But before he could, Jack had reared her head his way, striking him with sheer force, and a loss of care.
Her loss of sense, too, as Jack had forgotten about the cybernetics used to piece the man back together. When their heads collided, it made its intended damage, but it also caused Jack to become light headed, for a moment, giving James the time he needed to regain his stance. However, Jack had regained her senses, the minute he had done so, and had sent yet another punch his way. The hit landed, and a small drop of blood had been extracted. Jack had struck him again, and caused a cut to form, across his cheek. Jack had struck him two more times, before realizing that James wasn’t even fighting back. It only served to anger her, more.
“C’mon, you son of a ****ing **** – HIT ME!”
James had wiped the blood from his mouth, and responded.
“No.”
“I said,..” Jack had sent her foot upwards into Shepard’s face, causing him to fall back into his bed. “HIT ME!”
Jack had jumped onto him, once more, and began sending a mindless flurry of punches to Shepard’s person. She no longer cared where she hit him, so long as she hit him. She felt herself losing energy, with each blow that was willingly taken. Shepard grunted, at the blows, but he never stopped them from coming. If she’d kept going at the rate that she was, could probably end up killing him. And then she’d be rid of his critique, once and for all.
But that…THAT was the problem.
The punches stopped coming, and Jack had simply stared into nothingness. Her first, once tightened to extremes, now lay uncurled, upon Shepard’s chest. Her gaze was at him, but at the same time, it was elsewhere. Expressions disappeared. Memory lost. Jack couldn’t even remember what it was she was angry at. Or why she’d come up to Shepard’s cabin to beat him into a bloody pulp.
‘The entire point of coming here was to…to kill him. But…I…I don’t ****ing want him dead – I…****..Goddamn it!’
And then, she could think, again.
The entire reason of coming up to fight Shepard was NOT to kill him, despite what she wanted to believe. It was never a case of being betrayed. He didn’t betray her, or her trust. The reason she’d come up to fight Shepard was because she was hurt. Shepard hurt her, but he did it in a way that none of the people she ran with had done before.
He did it with words.
He did it with truth.
And he did it…Because he cared.
As much as Jack tried to find an angle, she couldn’t. She couldn’t find a reason that would explain why Shepard had acted the way he did. She couldn’t find a reason that would explain why, out of all people, Shepard choose her. Nothing made sense, anymore. Trying to make it make sense only served to strain herself. She was tired.
She was done.
Tears began streaming down the biotic’s face, as if the dam that held back her emotions was finally destroyed. Anger drowned in the massive amounts of mixed feelings that she had received. She did not know what to do. And it tore her apart.
She began sobbing. James had looked upon her face, streaming with mascara, and had attempted to provide comfort, placing his hands upon her arms. Jack had immediately slapped them away.
“DON’T ****ING TOUCH ME! GET OFF OF ME!”
Shepard did not relent. He moved to pull her towards him, and each time, she struggled to break free. Soon enough, she no longer cared enough to pull away, and thus, was dragged into Shepard’s comfort. The tears that painted her face slid past the side of his neck, and began to darken the mattress. Jack could no longer speak. Her throat hurt, whenever she tried. The tears would not stop. She didn’t care.
She no longer could.
“It’s alright.” Shepard had whispered, to her.
“It’s alright.”
It's the second part I'm worried about. I decided on doing this, rather than the full chapter I was going to do, because I'm close to passing out, right now. I wanted to get at least one of the stories I promised in.
Anyway, if you could let me know about that small bit, it'd be greatly appreciated. I'll then know not to write when I'm damn near K.O.'d.
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“You sleep wild.”
“So? I like the space. You ****ing sleep weird – in stasis, or some ****.”
“Mhm. You talk in your sleep, too.”
“And you snore, ****.”
“I don’t snore.”
“Wanna boot up the omni-tool and find out?”
“I don’t snore, Jack.”
“Wanna boot up the omni-tool and find out?”
“There’s nothing to find out. I mean, unless you WANT to see just how possessed you look, when you slee—“
“**** you, Shepard. Your breath smells like ****, when you wake up.”
“Low blow. Would’ve been good, but I brush my teeth, before I head to bed. I don’t eat, and pass out.”
“Wha—“
“4 seconds, and counting.”
“You—“
“Two.”
“****!”
“Annnnd this round is mine.”
Sleep had not claimed either James or Jack, that night. At least, not yet. Through the hours they spent awake, they had done nothing but lay close to each other, covered underneath the sheets of the bed. Sheets that were not torn from the fabric, after the alone time they enjoyed, together. However, boredom had come to Jack a little faster than sleep itself did. And with boredom, an extreme desire to escape it had followed.
It was then that the two agreed upon an ‘insult contest’, to pass the time. Whichever one could score the most valid insults…Won. Rewards were not discussed, nor were they needed. Comfort was a reward, in of itself.
However, it seemed to be getting lost. James had sat up to mark his win upon a blank datapad – save for 11 marks; five of which belonged to Jack, and five to James, the newest of which being added to James – before placing it back upon the side of his free shoulder. He had been chuckling the entire time.
And it was pissing Jack off.
“You got lucky.” Jack had said, rolling her eyes, and constricting James with her arm. Part of her wanted to break a rib just to shut him up. She put that at the back of her head. ‘We don’t need to head to a clinic at near 2:30 in the morning, because I kicked his ass for something I let him do.’ However, it was something she regretted. Even though they were only poking fun at each other, with no real intended insults, Jack couldn’t help but realize that, even though this was a game, James had been winning. She wondered if James really cared about the way she lived, or the way she acted. She wondered if he were lying.
‘Nah…I don’t see it. Either that…Or I just don’t ****ing want to.’
‘No way in hell James would be lying. Who the **** takes a girl he barely knows to live with him -- on his home planet -- for three days just to screw her over? It don’t make sense. It doesn’t, because he’s for real. He cares about me. So I could give a **** less about this thoughts I’m having. Or the thoughts I had.’
Reassurance did not stop her from asking.
“Hey, Shepard…?”
No response. Jack had turned her head up to look at him, and found that he had drifted off into sleep.
“Eh…Dumb ****ing question, to begin with.”
It would not be long before sleep claimed her, as well.
“Who the…Who the **** does he think he is!?”
Jack had been pacing back and forth, a little too close to her cot for comfort. She’d stub her toe onto the metal railings more than once. And upon the seventh time, he hurled the cot across the room, with her bare hands, knocking over a few datapads, and nearly causing the heavy pistol she kept with her to go off. She screamed in anger, closing the distance the metal walls, now accessible from the absence of the cot, and began slamming her fist into the solid structure. When it did not suffice, Jack turned her attention to four stacked crates, and, with a sudden burst of physical strength, kicked the crates in its midsection, causing all four to topple over. There was virtually no way for anyone to enter from the left side, now.
She’d been defeated. James had just beaten her down with words, and she couldn’t stand it. She couldn’t think straight, and any ideas of leaving this alone diminished when James hurled that Phalanx at her. He needed to get hurt. He needed to suffer, for what he did.
“He ****ing needs to DI--…”
She couldn’t finish her words. The sheer mentioning of ending his life because of what he done had given her a clear mind. She could think, now. And in her thoughts, she realized something…Odd.
“…****…****! ****! AHHHH!”
Jack would slam her fist into the walls, once more. And afterwards, she made her way up to the elevator.
The Normandy was empty. It was one of the rare instances where the entire crew had taken a break. Illium was their docking point, and they had all taken to bars, or stores that peaked their interest. One exception was the captain of the ship. James had resided in his own quarters, reading the intel he had gathered for a salarian named Ish; someone who Jacob had extremely disliked. He had kept at this action, until the doors to his cabin unhinged, hissed, and pulled apart from themselves. There, at the opening of the door, stood Jack, biotics flaring, along with her temper. She had scanned the area for her target. And when it was acquired, she made her move. James had expected to be in for a fight for survival, judging from the instability of the aura surrounding her.
But in an instant, the aura dropped.
“Wha-“
Before he could voice his confusion, Jack had drilled the commander straight in the jaw, causing him to stagger back, into the desk he’d been reading near. Jack had then jumped onto him, placing her hands across his neck, in a attempt to strangle the life out of him. However, James was the stronger, physically, which made his attempt to pull her hands from him all the more successful. James had used this leverage to pull himself back onto his feet, and was going to attempt to talk some sense into her. But before he could, Jack had reared her head his way, striking him with sheer force, and a loss of care.
Her loss of sense, too, as Jack had forgotten about the cybernetics used to piece the man back together. When their heads collided, it made its intended damage, but it also caused Jack to become light headed, for a moment, giving James the time he needed to regain his stance. However, Jack had regained her senses, the minute he had done so, and had sent yet another punch his way. The hit landed, and a small drop of blood had been extracted. Jack had struck him again, and caused a cut to form, across his cheek. Jack had struck him two more times, before realizing that James wasn’t even fighting back. It only served to anger her, more.
“C’mon, you son of a ****ing **** – HIT ME!”
James had wiped the blood from his mouth, and responded.
“No.”
“I said,..” Jack had sent her foot upwards into Shepard’s face, causing him to fall back into his bed. “HIT ME!”
Jack had jumped onto him, once more, and began sending a mindless flurry of punches to Shepard’s person. She no longer cared where she hit him, so long as she hit him. She felt herself losing energy, with each blow that was willingly taken. Shepard grunted, at the blows, but he never stopped them from coming. If she’d kept going at the rate that she was, could probably end up killing him. And then she’d be rid of his critique, once and for all.
But that…THAT was the problem.
The punches stopped coming, and Jack had simply stared into nothingness. Her first, once tightened to extremes, now lay uncurled, upon Shepard’s chest. Her gaze was at him, but at the same time, it was elsewhere. Expressions disappeared. Memory lost. Jack couldn’t even remember what it was she was angry at. Or why she’d come up to Shepard’s cabin to beat him into a bloody pulp.
‘The entire point of coming here was to…to kill him. But…I…I don’t ****ing want him dead – I…****..Goddamn it!’
And then, she could think, again.
The entire reason of coming up to fight Shepard was NOT to kill him, despite what she wanted to believe. It was never a case of being betrayed. He didn’t betray her, or her trust. The reason she’d come up to fight Shepard was because she was hurt. Shepard hurt her, but he did it in a way that none of the people she ran with had done before.
He did it with words.
He did it with truth.
And he did it…Because he cared.
As much as Jack tried to find an angle, she couldn’t. She couldn’t find a reason that would explain why Shepard had acted the way he did. She couldn’t find a reason that would explain why, out of all people, Shepard choose her. Nothing made sense, anymore. Trying to make it make sense only served to strain herself. She was tired.
She was done.
Tears began streaming down the biotic’s face, as if the dam that held back her emotions was finally destroyed. Anger drowned in the massive amounts of mixed feelings that she had received. She did not know what to do. And it tore her apart.
She began sobbing. James had looked upon her face, streaming with mascara, and had attempted to provide comfort, placing his hands upon her arms. Jack had immediately slapped them away.
“DON’T ****ING TOUCH ME! GET OFF OF ME!”
Shepard did not relent. He moved to pull her towards him, and each time, she struggled to break free. Soon enough, she no longer cared enough to pull away, and thus, was dragged into Shepard’s comfort. The tears that painted her face slid past the side of his neck, and began to darken the mattress. Jack could no longer speak. Her throat hurt, whenever she tried. The tears would not stop. She didn’t care.
She no longer could.
“It’s alright.” Shepard had whispered, to her.
“It’s alright.”
#13947
Posté 02 septembre 2010 - 10:07
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Yeah, it's whatever. I just don't "get" the side claiming she either exaggerates and/or makes the stories up. I mean, you have the guy tasked with housing the galaxy's worst criminals, and according to him, the character in question is the worst of the lot. With that as context, is anything she relates that far-fetched? Not especially, in my opinion. Then, you have to ask, why do people embellish stories, anyway? Typically to make themselves feel/look "better" (worse, in this case, as it were) to either stroke their own ego or manipulate others' opinions of them. For the former, I don't think Jack is applicable, for obvious reasons, and for the latter, as I previously mentioned, the truth alone would suffice.
mhm.. well either we have a different understanding of exaggeration or maybe that just came out wrong.
i was just trying to say that in that specific time and place she probably doesn't know what to make of shep so she puts on her "wall oh sh*t" so to speak.
a normal (uargh but whatever) or at least reasonable person who didn't spend half her life in prison would certainly think that just the truth is enough.
without knowing the timetable for their relationship, how could anyone know or guess for that matter why she would be doing it. if she is.. maybe she is just "tellin' it like it is". but then again.. i doubt she brought down that space station all on her own.
and warden kuril (sp?) would probably talk like that just to present himself as capable I'd guess..
anyhow...
edit: i just replayed exactly that conversation.. and i was wondering.. why do you think she actually tells you (or shepard anyway) any of that ?
she even mentions that nobody asked her that "kind of sh*t" (or something along those lines) before, so why?
i know it's gameplay but since you bunch discussed it probably before i thought i'd ask.
aah.. almost forgot.. i gave up on reading all the pages (last time i was actively looking for a jack thread this one had about 5 pages.) so i might as well tell..
my first playthrough i had an imported liara-li shep and i was trying to be faithful (honest!) but that went out of the window first time i saw her..
i guess it's because she reminds me a lot of some of my ex-gfs.. or maybe because i have a "thing" for short to no hair ladies.. anyway her story turned out to be a bonus .. even though it is a stereotype ..at least they didn't go all the way on fem-shep.. kind of a lost opportunity still..
that's it for now.. so feel free to ignore
Modifié par ...mortaL, 02 septembre 2010 - 11:02 .
#13948
Posté 02 septembre 2010 - 03:28
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You have gained the attention of those infinitely your greater!...mortaL wrote...
that's it for now.. so feel free to ignore
Aside from gameplay reasons, I suppose Jack could start unleashing all her past exploits to Shepard for a couple reasons.
1) It's her subconscious way of indicating she is interested in him, having herself tell him various things about herself that she probably doesn't bring up quite so readily to other people.
2) She's got a bit of Zaeed in her. Shepard's a badass, and she wants to tell him stories that prove she's just a much a badass. Or maybe that her previous adventures make her just as worthy to be on that ship as any of the other "best of the best" squadmates he's picked up.
ETA: Oh yeah, and as for whether Jack embellishes any of her stories, I think it's both. Some stories are laid out plain as they are. Some might make a more entertaining story if you add a little bit more flair. Some stories, well, my own stories get muddled just because my memories of the situation are muddled. I'm sure Jack is the same.
Modifié par Pacifien, 02 septembre 2010 - 03:33 .
#13949
Posté 02 septembre 2010 - 05:49
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Sundown Native wrote...
next chapter ?
that was ..nice..
after being sidelined more than a few times through fan art i don't think i'm qualified to say anything but... nice none the less.
edit:
Pacifien wrote...
You have gained the attention of those infinitely your greater!...mortaL wrote...
that's it for now.. so feel free to ignore
Aside from gameplay reasons, I suppose Jack could start unleashing all her past exploits to Shepard for a couple reasons.
1)
It's her subconscious way of indicating she is interested in him,
having herself tell him various things about herself that she probably
doesn't bring up quite so readily to other people.
2) She's got a
bit of Zaeed in her. Shepard's a badass, and she wants to tell him
stories that prove she's just a much a badass. Or maybe that her
previous adventures make her just as worthy to be on that ship as any of
the other "best of the best" squadmates he's picked up.
ETA: Oh
yeah, and as for whether Jack embellishes any of her stories, I think
it's both. Some stories are laid out plain as they are. Some might make a
more entertaining story if you add a little bit more flair. Some
stories, well, my own stories get muddled just because my memories of
the situation are muddled. I'm sure Jack is the same.
mhm.. as long as assuming direct control is out of the question i can live with that..
but.. yeah.. i pretty much agree
Modifié par ...mortaL, 02 septembre 2010 - 05:53 .
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Posté 02 septembre 2010 - 06:06
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...mortaL wrote...
that was ..nice..
after being sidelined more than a few times through fan art i don't think i'm qualified to say anything but... nice none the less.
Sidelined?
