A UNC missions DLC could be nice. They could set things up for ME3, while dropping little lore tidbits.
By the way, I thought it was really nice how, during the scene with Liara in Shepard's cabin, we were given the ability to have Shepard some damn emotion for once. The Paragon response is that you're worried, because you have no idea how you're going to defeat the Reapers. I believe the Renegade response involves anger, over lack of support from allies. This, combined with Liara asking Shepard how he actually feels, and how Kasumi has context-sensitive lines for the LIs, leads me to believe that Bioware is actually listening to what the players say. That's nice.
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Posté 10 septembre 2010 - 03:19
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Does anyone else think that Jack should have been a proper Adept, and not a gimped Vanguard? Would an Adept squadmate really have been so OP?
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Posté 10 septembre 2010 - 04:18
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Well, I finally finished getting past that block. Here's the latest edition of "Son Of Mindoir"
And from here on out, I'm gonna start focusing on...well, important stuff. You'll see, soon.
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_10:15, A.M. _
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“Ungh…”
Morning comes. And with it, an uncomfortable waking.
Today was a new day. The air was fresh, and the fabric that supported her weight was soft, and clean. The sheets against her skin were laid up to her shoulders, and a small, but plush pillow had been set against her head. She was unaware, however, of any of this. As the migrane, and wooziness settled in, Jack had found herself regretting the amount of alcohol she consumed. The straining of dark energy – from both parties, at that – followed by the constant movement only served to worsen the regained hangover.
As her eyes opened, Jack had immediately pressed her hand against her forehead, in an attempt to shake off the effects. It did not work. She’d curse herself for getting that drunk, before taking her surroundings into view. Dark brown hues would take in a sight that nearly settled her mind, body, and pain.
“Damn, Shepard…” Jack would utter, as she scanned the room. She’d seen it before, yes. To her logic, it was just another room, just like all of the other rooms she’d slept in. There was no real need to get excited when one seemed more expensive than others. Or when it looked ****ty, beyond comparison. In her time alone, she had come to learn that whenever something – or someone – was that expensive, it only meant that he/she didn’t care about any of it, least of all her. Running with a guy living like a king only made pinpointing betrayal impossible. Because a guy who flaunts his worth is quick to show he doesn’t give a ****. And when someone doesn’t care about anything, they leave it to rot.
‘How can you tell when you’re next? They’d stab you in the back as quickly as they’d change the chandeliers.’
Running with someone who lives in the slums was simpler, but it was, by no means, safer. The man or woman would whine and **** about how he or she doesn’t have anything. And that they’d give anything to make their life better. They’d never say it to her face, but she’d known that, despite their wording, that she was included. Whenever they do get something nice, they keep it for themselves, and complain that it wasn’t enough. Hearing those words, day by day, night by night, told Jack that soon, they’d have nothing left to give, for a better life. Nothing except her.
‘Irritating as ****…But at least I’d see it coming.’
These revelations were incentive enough for Jack to keep her distance, when dealing with anyone. Because to her, aside from being the obvious user, there were three types of people:
The Careless, The Desperate, and The Joes (Which was what you were, if you lingered between polar opposites).
No matter their differences, they’d all betray you for something more. For something better. Jack knew it’d happen, one way or another.
‘I knew where it was headed, so I got them first. Never bothered with friends, after that.’
But that was of no concern to her. It didn’t pertain to what she saw.
What she saw had been cleanliness. Everything that had been scattered had been reset into their original positions, placed so that the untrained eye would look upon the room, and believed nothing had happened. Even the bed on which they slept was placed properly – which was surprising, to Jack, as she knew she’d wake up at the drop of a pen. Literally.
As she continued her gaze, Jack eyes had turned to the nightstand, set on the left side of the bed. On the top, laid against an currently inactive alarm clock had been a note. Jack, being on the right side of the bed, was lamenting the thought of moving to acquire it, and had resorted to using her biotics to levitate it towards her. The note fell, halfway through its course, as she had forgotten how much of a toll biotics could take. She’d bury her face into the pillows, shouting profanities through muffling fabrics. This continued, until she collected herself, closest hand reaching out to grab onto the piece of paper to unravel it, and see what it had read.
“Breakfast is downstairs. Might want to heat it up, though.
--Shepard”
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_10:17, A.M. _
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James had not been far. There’d been a building, about nearly the same height as the house he lived in, but greater in width, that had been positioned only a few yards away. Unlike his home, however, there’d been no sense of home. No brickwork, or mortars. No window overlooking the colony. No relics or memories of past long gone. There’d been nothing besides sheets of thick metal.
But, seeing as he owned it, it seemed only fair that he’d remedy that.
Inside, the building looked to be a hybrid between a barn, and a garage, each with their own sufficient space. James had taken to the garage side, currently working to attach a door onto a vehicle still in its development stages, all the while listening to music abandoned, with the help of his omni tool. He had just been finished screwing the last bolt in, when the entrance was violently pushed open. There, with a half empty glass of orange juice, stood Jack. She’d raise the glass up to James, her fingers twitching against it, as she began to speak.
“When the **** were you going to tell me that you could cook!?”
From the look on her face, it seemed as if she’d been extremely angry. He had paid it no mind, however, and answered the question as calm as the breeze.
“Jack, I grew up on a farming colony.” He said, matter of factly, and left it at that.
“So? Why didn’t you mention it? Why didn’t anyone else?”
“I think it’s out of respect of the fact that I grew up on this farming colony.”
Jack had been determined to get the truth out of him. Little did she know, what passed as a form of retort was just about as close to the truth – or dead onto it – as he could get.
“Besides.” James had continued, rubbing his jaw, which had been granted a 5’o clock shadow, as he moved to the front of the unfinished vehicle. “You don’t speak to the crew. Only three who know I can cook is Garrus, Tali, and Chakwas. Gardener, too, since I passed a few recipes his way.” James had leaned against the thin, sleek sheet of metal that served as the car’s hood. Jack figure had become less tense. Her fingers ceased twitching, against the glass, and the arm it belonged to bent, to relieve the discomfort of the straight lined position it had once been in. It also allowed her to drink the remaining orange juice that’d been poured inside, and she had done so, immediately afterwards. James had turned off the music, playing from his omni tool as Jack savored the taste of her beverage. When he saw her doing so, he laughed, prompting her to flip him off. She would then move to his side, to take a seat on the hood. The first thing she’d notice was the fact that there had been no instruments or vocal breaking into the air.
“**** you do that for?” Jack asked, pointing to his onmi-tool, to which James had shrugged. “Figured you’d want to get my attention, so it’s yours.”
“Yeah, I want your attention, but if you could hear me over that, what the **** was the point in turning it off?”
“It’s called ‘being polite.’ ”
“No ****, ******.” Jack had bounced her index finger from her temple, and shook her head “I know that. And you know me. I don’t care about you playing it while we’re talking – I was gonna ask you about it, anyway.”
“Yeah?” James had said, clearly amused by her curiousity. For what, he did not know. “What were you going to ask?”
“For starters…what the hell is it?” Jack had raised a brow.
“Right, It’s 2185…” James had muttered, under his breath, before he’d officially answer back. “It’s music from the 20th century. Same time from where the Xbox came, remember?”
“Yeah, I know. **** seems…Different.”
“Different how?”
“Doesn’t ****ing suck, for one.”
James had chuckled. Jack’s eyes had gone up – from previously looking towards the omni-tool – to look at James, and when he caught it, he stared back. An arm had been snaked around her waist, in an attempt to pull the biotic towards him. She did not object. However, when their skin touched together, Jack had reverted her eyes back towards his omni-tool, and kept them there. A look of uncertainty had come upon her face.
“Something wrong?”
“I’m fine…” Determined to change the subject, Jack had placed her hand onto the arm carrying the holographic device, and had laid her head against his.
“Turn it on.”
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The wind howled, ferociously, attacking the swirls of dust that’d been kicked into the air, along with various weightless solids that had become detached, over the years. The sky was at its darkest. Yet the stars were unseen. Whatever peace that had been left was eradicated by the smell of dead flesh, and blood. The taste of sweat, and the heat of the flames surrounding him. Debris covered this world; it was unidentifiable, even with the slightest hints it could garner. Against these hints, against the debris, lay James, partially over encumbered by the weight of his N7 Armor. He’d been sitting on the ground, his back pressed against whatever support it could take. His hands were faintly gripped upon an Avenger, which slowly slid from his grasp.
He never blinked. Not once, since he got there. His eyes had become watery, and they began to itch. But he never blinked. Tears dropped from icy blue hues, as a streak of blood ran down his chestplate.
“You’re going to be okay…”
He’d let himself go; he’d grown a full beard, and his hair hanged below his shoulders. Strands of jet black hair covered his face, dirty and disorganized. There’d been a scar upon his neck which long since healed, and a metal like object where his left earlobe used to be. His omni-tool had been damaged; reaching out to communicate with anyone nearby, but unable to find a signal. All blamed upon war.
“You’re going to be okay…”
James had looked to the source of the blood leaking down his armor. There, he laid eyes upon a woman he knew. A woman he wronged. A woman he loved. She tried to stand, but a pain forbids movement. She whimpers, her eyes becoming wild, as she searched for a way to grasp onto whatever she could to keep going. To keep living. Brown hues would look up to James, her eyes sharing his tears. His hands would grip around the woman’s ribs, holding her tight against him. She began to cry, asking the man who was to be her savior why she could not stay. James was unable to anything. He had already done everything he could. He would do nothing more than watch helplessly, as the woman’s life seeped away, in his arms. As she had taken her last breaths, James fumbled for words to tell her. He found nothing. And in nothing, he found…Emptiness. Not in the word itself, but inside of him. The only thing that remained was three words. The three words he decided to fight. The three words that would inevitably crush him. The three words that consumed him.
You Have Failed.
And for once, he believed it.
James’ revelation served to kill off any fight left inside of him. All he could do was offer false hope. All he could do was say…
“You’re going to be okay…”
But by the time he’d said it, the woman had been long gone.
Tears, new in that they were brought upon by emotion, had emerged from his eyes. He would look up, into the sky. The stars had been especially…Red…Today…
And as he gazed, the ‘stars’ had consumed him.
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“SHEPARD!”
James jolted awake, glancing around the room, frantically. He’d still had been home. He’d still been at peace. He’d still been lying against the hood of the car. He must’ve fallen asleep. And judging from the look of the woman who woke him, from the heaviness in her voice, and her lowered eyelids, she had been, too.
“****..It’s almost eleven..” Jack would say, yawning immediately afterwards. Her hands had trailed down the center of James’ chest, coming to stop at his abdomen. “I want to show you this place.”
“What place?” James had asked, closing his eyes to block out the rays of the sun. “You’ll know, when you get there.” Jack replied, adjusting herself, in her place against him.
“What, we got to go, now?”
“If you wanna be ****ing lazy, then no.”
“We’ll go, Jack. Just give me five minutes.”
“For what?”
“To wake up.”
“You’r—”
Five knocks against the door were heard. Both James and Jack had lifted their heads from the glass, looking towards it with confusion.
“I thought I had the day off?” James would ask himself, aloud.
“Get the door, scout.” Jack had said, with false enthusiasm.
“I think it’s for you.”
And from here on out, I'm gonna start focusing on...well, important stuff. You'll see, soon.
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_10:15, A.M. _
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“Ungh…”
Morning comes. And with it, an uncomfortable waking.
Today was a new day. The air was fresh, and the fabric that supported her weight was soft, and clean. The sheets against her skin were laid up to her shoulders, and a small, but plush pillow had been set against her head. She was unaware, however, of any of this. As the migrane, and wooziness settled in, Jack had found herself regretting the amount of alcohol she consumed. The straining of dark energy – from both parties, at that – followed by the constant movement only served to worsen the regained hangover.
As her eyes opened, Jack had immediately pressed her hand against her forehead, in an attempt to shake off the effects. It did not work. She’d curse herself for getting that drunk, before taking her surroundings into view. Dark brown hues would take in a sight that nearly settled her mind, body, and pain.
“Damn, Shepard…” Jack would utter, as she scanned the room. She’d seen it before, yes. To her logic, it was just another room, just like all of the other rooms she’d slept in. There was no real need to get excited when one seemed more expensive than others. Or when it looked ****ty, beyond comparison. In her time alone, she had come to learn that whenever something – or someone – was that expensive, it only meant that he/she didn’t care about any of it, least of all her. Running with a guy living like a king only made pinpointing betrayal impossible. Because a guy who flaunts his worth is quick to show he doesn’t give a ****. And when someone doesn’t care about anything, they leave it to rot.
‘How can you tell when you’re next? They’d stab you in the back as quickly as they’d change the chandeliers.’
Running with someone who lives in the slums was simpler, but it was, by no means, safer. The man or woman would whine and **** about how he or she doesn’t have anything. And that they’d give anything to make their life better. They’d never say it to her face, but she’d known that, despite their wording, that she was included. Whenever they do get something nice, they keep it for themselves, and complain that it wasn’t enough. Hearing those words, day by day, night by night, told Jack that soon, they’d have nothing left to give, for a better life. Nothing except her.
‘Irritating as ****…But at least I’d see it coming.’
These revelations were incentive enough for Jack to keep her distance, when dealing with anyone. Because to her, aside from being the obvious user, there were three types of people:
The Careless, The Desperate, and The Joes (Which was what you were, if you lingered between polar opposites).
No matter their differences, they’d all betray you for something more. For something better. Jack knew it’d happen, one way or another.
‘I knew where it was headed, so I got them first. Never bothered with friends, after that.’
But that was of no concern to her. It didn’t pertain to what she saw.
What she saw had been cleanliness. Everything that had been scattered had been reset into their original positions, placed so that the untrained eye would look upon the room, and believed nothing had happened. Even the bed on which they slept was placed properly – which was surprising, to Jack, as she knew she’d wake up at the drop of a pen. Literally.
As she continued her gaze, Jack eyes had turned to the nightstand, set on the left side of the bed. On the top, laid against an currently inactive alarm clock had been a note. Jack, being on the right side of the bed, was lamenting the thought of moving to acquire it, and had resorted to using her biotics to levitate it towards her. The note fell, halfway through its course, as she had forgotten how much of a toll biotics could take. She’d bury her face into the pillows, shouting profanities through muffling fabrics. This continued, until she collected herself, closest hand reaching out to grab onto the piece of paper to unravel it, and see what it had read.
“Breakfast is downstairs. Might want to heat it up, though.
--Shepard”
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_10:17, A.M. _
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James had not been far. There’d been a building, about nearly the same height as the house he lived in, but greater in width, that had been positioned only a few yards away. Unlike his home, however, there’d been no sense of home. No brickwork, or mortars. No window overlooking the colony. No relics or memories of past long gone. There’d been nothing besides sheets of thick metal.
But, seeing as he owned it, it seemed only fair that he’d remedy that.
Inside, the building looked to be a hybrid between a barn, and a garage, each with their own sufficient space. James had taken to the garage side, currently working to attach a door onto a vehicle still in its development stages, all the while listening to music abandoned, with the help of his omni tool. He had just been finished screwing the last bolt in, when the entrance was violently pushed open. There, with a half empty glass of orange juice, stood Jack. She’d raise the glass up to James, her fingers twitching against it, as she began to speak.
“When the **** were you going to tell me that you could cook!?”
From the look on her face, it seemed as if she’d been extremely angry. He had paid it no mind, however, and answered the question as calm as the breeze.
“Jack, I grew up on a farming colony.” He said, matter of factly, and left it at that.
“So? Why didn’t you mention it? Why didn’t anyone else?”
“I think it’s out of respect of the fact that I grew up on this farming colony.”
Jack had been determined to get the truth out of him. Little did she know, what passed as a form of retort was just about as close to the truth – or dead onto it – as he could get.
“Besides.” James had continued, rubbing his jaw, which had been granted a 5’o clock shadow, as he moved to the front of the unfinished vehicle. “You don’t speak to the crew. Only three who know I can cook is Garrus, Tali, and Chakwas. Gardener, too, since I passed a few recipes his way.” James had leaned against the thin, sleek sheet of metal that served as the car’s hood. Jack figure had become less tense. Her fingers ceased twitching, against the glass, and the arm it belonged to bent, to relieve the discomfort of the straight lined position it had once been in. It also allowed her to drink the remaining orange juice that’d been poured inside, and she had done so, immediately afterwards. James had turned off the music, playing from his omni tool as Jack savored the taste of her beverage. When he saw her doing so, he laughed, prompting her to flip him off. She would then move to his side, to take a seat on the hood. The first thing she’d notice was the fact that there had been no instruments or vocal breaking into the air.
“**** you do that for?” Jack asked, pointing to his onmi-tool, to which James had shrugged. “Figured you’d want to get my attention, so it’s yours.”
“Yeah, I want your attention, but if you could hear me over that, what the **** was the point in turning it off?”
“It’s called ‘being polite.’ ”
“No ****, ******.” Jack had bounced her index finger from her temple, and shook her head “I know that. And you know me. I don’t care about you playing it while we’re talking – I was gonna ask you about it, anyway.”
“Yeah?” James had said, clearly amused by her curiousity. For what, he did not know. “What were you going to ask?”
“For starters…what the hell is it?” Jack had raised a brow.
“Right, It’s 2185…” James had muttered, under his breath, before he’d officially answer back. “It’s music from the 20th century. Same time from where the Xbox came, remember?”
“Yeah, I know. **** seems…Different.”
“Different how?”
“Doesn’t ****ing suck, for one.”
James had chuckled. Jack’s eyes had gone up – from previously looking towards the omni-tool – to look at James, and when he caught it, he stared back. An arm had been snaked around her waist, in an attempt to pull the biotic towards him. She did not object. However, when their skin touched together, Jack had reverted her eyes back towards his omni-tool, and kept them there. A look of uncertainty had come upon her face.
“Something wrong?”
“I’m fine…” Determined to change the subject, Jack had placed her hand onto the arm carrying the holographic device, and had laid her head against his.
“Turn it on.”
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The wind howled, ferociously, attacking the swirls of dust that’d been kicked into the air, along with various weightless solids that had become detached, over the years. The sky was at its darkest. Yet the stars were unseen. Whatever peace that had been left was eradicated by the smell of dead flesh, and blood. The taste of sweat, and the heat of the flames surrounding him. Debris covered this world; it was unidentifiable, even with the slightest hints it could garner. Against these hints, against the debris, lay James, partially over encumbered by the weight of his N7 Armor. He’d been sitting on the ground, his back pressed against whatever support it could take. His hands were faintly gripped upon an Avenger, which slowly slid from his grasp.
He never blinked. Not once, since he got there. His eyes had become watery, and they began to itch. But he never blinked. Tears dropped from icy blue hues, as a streak of blood ran down his chestplate.
“You’re going to be okay…”
He’d let himself go; he’d grown a full beard, and his hair hanged below his shoulders. Strands of jet black hair covered his face, dirty and disorganized. There’d been a scar upon his neck which long since healed, and a metal like object where his left earlobe used to be. His omni-tool had been damaged; reaching out to communicate with anyone nearby, but unable to find a signal. All blamed upon war.
“You’re going to be okay…”
James had looked to the source of the blood leaking down his armor. There, he laid eyes upon a woman he knew. A woman he wronged. A woman he loved. She tried to stand, but a pain forbids movement. She whimpers, her eyes becoming wild, as she searched for a way to grasp onto whatever she could to keep going. To keep living. Brown hues would look up to James, her eyes sharing his tears. His hands would grip around the woman’s ribs, holding her tight against him. She began to cry, asking the man who was to be her savior why she could not stay. James was unable to anything. He had already done everything he could. He would do nothing more than watch helplessly, as the woman’s life seeped away, in his arms. As she had taken her last breaths, James fumbled for words to tell her. He found nothing. And in nothing, he found…Emptiness. Not in the word itself, but inside of him. The only thing that remained was three words. The three words he decided to fight. The three words that would inevitably crush him. The three words that consumed him.
You Have Failed.
And for once, he believed it.
James’ revelation served to kill off any fight left inside of him. All he could do was offer false hope. All he could do was say…
“You’re going to be okay…”
But by the time he’d said it, the woman had been long gone.
Tears, new in that they were brought upon by emotion, had emerged from his eyes. He would look up, into the sky. The stars had been especially…Red…Today…
And as he gazed, the ‘stars’ had consumed him.
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“SHEPARD!”
James jolted awake, glancing around the room, frantically. He’d still had been home. He’d still been at peace. He’d still been lying against the hood of the car. He must’ve fallen asleep. And judging from the look of the woman who woke him, from the heaviness in her voice, and her lowered eyelids, she had been, too.
“****..It’s almost eleven..” Jack would say, yawning immediately afterwards. Her hands had trailed down the center of James’ chest, coming to stop at his abdomen. “I want to show you this place.”
“What place?” James had asked, closing his eyes to block out the rays of the sun. “You’ll know, when you get there.” Jack replied, adjusting herself, in her place against him.
“What, we got to go, now?”
“If you wanna be ****ing lazy, then no.”
“We’ll go, Jack. Just give me five minutes.”
“For what?”
“To wake up.”
“You’r—”
Five knocks against the door were heard. Both James and Jack had lifted their heads from the glass, looking towards it with confusion.
“I thought I had the day off?” James would ask himself, aloud.
“Get the door, scout.” Jack had said, with false enthusiasm.
“I think it’s for you.”
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Posté 10 septembre 2010 - 05:53
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royceclemens wrote...
Firstly, I am almost willing to bet money that the VirSur isn't getting a DLC, and if they do, it won't be the next one. If they tie up the romantic loose ends in a DLC, then come ME3, they'll have absolutely nothing to talk about. I hate having to say this, as it sounds a hell of a lot harsher than I mean it to, but the most interesting thing about the VirSur relationship is the funk they're in. At least with Liara there was a way to tie her into bigger things (and they succeeded beautifully). If there's a way to do it with the VS, it'll be a couple of DLCs down the road so their role can be integrated into the plot more.
I wouldn't be so sure about that. Quite a number of people are clamoring for some sort of Ashley/Other Guy DLC, and judging by Bioware recently testing the waters with regard to demand for a second alternate appearance pack (who and what people want in it), I'd say it's a given they recognize the interest level. Profitability is paramount with paid add-ons, I'm sure, more so than storyline concerns or whatever. Further, it's not as if it must be centered around either of those characters to the extent that the Shadow Broker one focused on Liara (being akin to some personal quest for her). It could simply be a large bridging DLC with one of them (Ashley/Other Guy) being somewhat of a protagonist. I think one possibility revolved around the Alliance sending people to "bring Shepard in to face the hard questions" or some such. Not many better candidates for that job...
As for Tali? Yeah, there's stuff they could to with her, but none of it sounds very fun. I don't think you could get a whole lot of shooter gameplay out of delegating mock UN with the Quarians and the Geth.
It doesn't necessarily sound fun to you, or I, but I'm sure something in that vein would be right up a lot of people's alley, as it were.
But Jack? There's a clear and tangible goal with her mom (or at least a clear goal that isn't curing infertility or lung disease), any number of arbitrary ways to make it shooty (just add Cerberus or a gang Jack almost wiped out kidnapping her) and a way to reintroduce a character the developers liked but the fans didn't by developing her further and building some awesome levels around her.
Well, Jack. Apparently the focus for future DLC will be on "bridging the gap" between the games. To me, that has more to do with overall plot than any standalone character-based episodes (the Quarian Vs Geth possibility isn't inherently Tali-dependent, I suppose, and is quite a large part of the universe's background colour). You're right that something Jack-based would make sense for those given reasons, but I just don't think any of it outweighs the prospect of a quick buck. Simply, she just isn't as much of a draw as we'd like.
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Posté 10 septembre 2010 - 06:36
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"Thank you for bringing me Subject Zero, T'Soni. Her body will net almost as much as Shepard's."
What a great opportunity for the both of them to beat his ass, then, yeah? Too bad Jack's one weakness is desks <_< (and determined Shepards).
What a great opportunity for the both of them to beat his ass, then, yeah? Too bad Jack's one weakness is desks <_< (and determined Shepards).
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Posté 10 septembre 2010 - 06:39
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I knew I should have bought that "Desk Immunity" upgrade for her.yorkj86 wrote...
"Thank you for bringing me Subject Zero, T'Soni. Her body will net almost as much as Shepard's."
What a great opportunity for the both of them to beat his ass, then, yeah? Too bad Jack's one weakness is desks <_< (and determined Shepards).
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Posté 10 septembre 2010 - 07:16
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adriano_c wrote...
I wouldn't be so sure about that. Quite a number of people are clamoring for some sort of Ashley/Other Guy DLC, and judging by Bioware recently testing the waters with regard to demand for a second alternate appearance pack (who and what people want in it), I'd say it's a given they recognize the interest level. Profitability is paramount with paid add-ons, I'm sure, more so than storyline concerns or whatever. Further, it's not as if it must be centered around either of those characters to the extent that the Shadow Broker one focused on Liara (being akin to some personal quest for her). It could simply be a large bridging DLC with one of them (Ashley/Other Guy) being somewhat of a protagonist. I think one possibility revolved around the Alliance sending people to "bring Shepard in to face the hard questions" or some such. Not many better candidates for that job...
Yeah, it does. Between Kasumi not acknowledging them and Liara not giving them the props in the "What are you fighting for?" speech, anything less than equal treatment would result in the largest cry of "foul" that this forum has ever seen. They'd be making ten bucks now to lose sixty later. And between the pain in the ass it was to make Liara a character for this DLC (according to Christina Norman's blog) and coming up with new bonus loyalty powers, I don't think it's gonna happen, or at least not right away. The "Bringing Shepard In" idea has some promise, but I don't see Kaidan or Ashley siding with Antella over Anderson and Hackett.
It doesn't necessarily sound fun to you, or I, but I'm sure something in that vein would be right up a lot of people's alley, as it were.
Aye, 'tis true, but the ME fans don't begin and end with the Tali fans. While I'm sure they'd get a kick out of it, there are reviews and, well, everyone else to consider. "They got Phoenix Wright in my Mass Effect 2!" Plus we've already had a DLC that centered around blowing up geth and I don't think they'd want to repeat themselves so soon, even if they could find a way to make it shooty. Great character, but she just doesn't lend herself to fun DLC.
Well, Jack. Apparently the focus for future DLC will be on "bridging the gap" between the games. To me, that has more to do with overall plot than any standalone character-based episodes (the Quarian Vs Geth possibility isn't inherently Tali-dependent, I suppose, and is quite a large part of the universe's background colour). You're right that something Jack-based would make sense for those given reasons, but I just don't think any of it outweighs the prospect of a quick buck. Simply, she just isn't as much of a draw as we'd like.
True. Bridging is the priority, and that leaves pretty much everyone out in the cold. I'm not saying a character-centric DLC is absolutely going to happen. But if they wanted to throw one out there, then Jack is the path of least resistance. Plus not everyone hates Jack. There are some poeople who don't care but will buy a DLC because it looks like fun. There are people who like Jack. And then there's us. Plus the people who hate Jack for extremely stupid reasons strike me as Xbox 360 Achievement ****s anyway, so they might just buy it on general principle.
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Posté 10 septembre 2010 - 07:39
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I've played the LotSB DLC! And I'm back from my spoiler-free mode, yeah! And I have tons of new pages to read x_x
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Looks like Bioware looked at our thread and taylored the Shadow Broker Lair Jack-content to us...
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Agree 100%
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Looks like Bioware looked at our thread and taylored the Shadow Broker Lair Jack-content to us...
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By the way, I thought it was really nice how,
during the scene with Liara in Shepard's cabin, we were given the
ability to have Shepard some damn emotion for once. The Paragon
response is that you're worried, because you have no idea how you're
going to defeat the Reapers. I believe the Renegade response involves
anger, over lack of support from allies. This, combined with Liara
asking Shepard how he actually feels, and how Kasumi has
context-sensitive lines for the LIs, leads me to believe that Bioware is
actually listening to what the players say. That's nice.
Agree 100%
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Posté 10 septembre 2010 - 08:23
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I was actually wondering that. Think they saw our discussions/conjectures and "added" them to her character (artistic, for example), or gave us info on what we were grasping at straws for origin), or did we just guess right and that was Jack all along for them?Epantiras wrote...
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Looks like Bioware looked at our thread and taylored the Shadow Broker Lair Jack-content to us...
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Posté 10 septembre 2010 - 08:28
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MHRazer wrote...
I was actually wondering that. Think they saw our discussions/conjectures and "added" them to her character (artistic, for example), or gave us info on what we were grasping at straws for origin), or did we just guess right and that was Jack all along for them?Epantiras wrote...
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Looks like Bioware looked at our thread and taylored the Shadow Broker Lair Jack-content to us...
A combination of both, most likely.
I'd say that Jack wiring emo poetry sounds like a damned stereotype but hey... Kasumi does poetry too
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Posté 10 septembre 2010 - 08:34
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They probably went with poetry since it's really the only artistic medium that they could include in that Dossier. They couldn't include a full-on novel, and it's a bit difficult to put a painting or sculpture into text formEpantiras wrote...
MHRazer wrote...
I was actually wondering that. Think they saw our discussions/conjectures and "added" them to her character (artistic, for example), or gave us info on what we were grasping at straws for origin), or did we just guess right and that was Jack all along for them?Epantiras wrote...
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Looks like Bioware looked at our thread and taylored the Shadow Broker Lair Jack-content to us...
A combination of both, most likely.
I'd say that Jack wiring emo poetry sounds like a damned stereotype but hey... Kasumi does poetry too
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Posté 10 septembre 2010 - 09:28
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Jack has a legitimate reason to write emo poetry. Just saying.
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Posté 11 septembre 2010 - 12:00
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I wonder what her reaction to her poem being rejected was.yorkj86 wrote...
Jack has a legitimate reason to write emo poetry. Just saying.
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Posté 11 septembre 2010 - 12:10
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Probably something along the lines of "Pffft. F*ck 'em. What do they know?" 
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Probably something along the lines of "Pffft. F*ck 'em. What do they know?"
Pretty much this. She probably followed up having her poem rejected by hacking the contest's website. Maybe she even sent some death-threats, for good measure. :happy:
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Posté 11 septembre 2010 - 01:06
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Was I the only one that found that funny.Sundown Native wrote...
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Which ones?Sundown Native wrote
Edit: ....Some of these videos in the SB base are gruesome as hell.
The Urdnot's roasting a human strapped into a chair, in Tuchanka, for one.
HE. EXPLODED.
And to speak on the clear objective that Jack has? I remain with the belief that she's going to find her dead.
ESPECIALLY if she never left Eden Prime.
And not everyone on Eden prime died.
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dreman9999 wrote...
Sundown Native wrote...
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Which ones?Sundown Native wrote
Edit: ....Some of these videos in the SB base are gruesome as hell.
The Urdnot's roasting a human strapped into a chair, in Tuchanka, for one.
HE. EXPLODED.
And to speak on the clear objective that Jack has? I remain with the belief that she's going to find her dead.
ESPECIALLY if she never left Eden Prime.
Was I the only one that found that funny.
And not everyone on Eden prime died.
Yeah, I know. But a majority of them did, if the visual during the geth attack is to be believed.
But my belief on Jack finding her mother dead isn't placed squarely on the geth attack. May have been Cerberus. Maybe she hears of similar reports from people who believe that there's no way their child could have passed on, or died, like that, and tries to investigate it. Maybe it was suicide, over the grief of losing her daughter, since we don't really know much beyond what BioWare tells us.
Even if she isn't dead, how do you think her mother is going to respond when she finds out her child is a galaxy wide known criminal? Yes, she can be understanding, but you never know. I like to expect the worst.
Either way, I DO believe that Jack is going to want to make the effort...But I DON'T think it's gonna end well. Maybe I'll be proven wrong. Hopefully. For now, we speculate.
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Posté 11 septembre 2010 - 02:34
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Most of the topics the OP of this thread raises have been addressed here, ad nauseam, but I thought someone might desire something to do.
I swore to the OP that we don't have a Rapid-Response Character Defense Team
I swore to the OP that we don't have a Rapid-Response Character Defense Team
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Posté 11 septembre 2010 - 03:23
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Oh, and some dearheart brought up the "You must have the magical penis to fix Jack" complaint. I have a perfect response to that... But it's terrible and I don't want to start a war.
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Posté 11 septembre 2010 - 03:46
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I also have some choice words, especially in light of the LotSB DLC. But whatever, too much effort for a comment that didn't take much thought to write anyway.
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Posté 11 septembre 2010 - 04:35
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The way you say it, it sounds like something heart felt and well thought out. Mine was more of an immature, snappy comeback.
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Posté 11 septembre 2010 - 04:39
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I think it's either butthurt syndrome, or dislike of the character, or both. That's what it's been reduced to basically.
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Posté 11 septembre 2010 - 04:50
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I mean it's such a lazy, bulls--t comment to make. Like all the other people on the ship are completely forthcoming if you don't romance them and the problem is endemic to only Jack.
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Posté 11 septembre 2010 - 05:11
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royceclemens wrote...
Yeah, it does. Between Kasumi not acknowledging them and Liara not giving them the props in the "What are you fighting for?" speech, anything less than equal treatment would result in the largest cry of "foul" that this forum has ever seen. They'd be making ten bucks now to lose sixty later. And between the pain in the ass it was to make Liara a character for this DLC (according to Christina Norman's blog) and coming up with new bonus loyalty powers, I don't think it's gonna happen, or at least not right away. The "Bringing Shepard In" idea has some promise, but I don't see Kaidan or Ashley siding with Antella over Anderson and Hackett.
Disagreed. They can easily come up with a worthwhile DLC idea that features Ashley/Other Guy in a prominent role without it coming across as being strictly "The Virmire Survivor Reconciliation DLC". Unless I'm overestimating Bioware's creativity and that set of fans' reasonability (as weird as some groups are, I'd say it's always Mass Effect first, characters second), that is. In terms of sorting out the kinks in possible mechanics and all that? I wouldn't be expecting any sizeable DLC for at least a couple of months, anyway. Plenty of time, I'd wager.
Who's Antella?
Aye, 'tis true, but the ME fans don't begin and end with the Tali fans. While I'm sure they'd get a kick out of it, there are reviews and, well, everyone else to consider. "They got Phoenix Wright in my Mass Effect 2!" Plus we've already had a DLC that centered around blowing up geth and I don't think they'd want to repeat themselves so soon, even if they could find a way to make it shooty. Great character, but she just doesn't lend herself to fun DLC.
Well, there's a strong possibility that they're the largest subset. Take note of Bioware releasing that hideous t-shirt to placate and profit from them. When it comes to these supplemental products, things like paid DLC, clothing (ugh), and the like, stuff typically reserved for the hardcore fans...guess who's the hardest? Bioware would be stupid to not try and fleece them some more. That's all beside the point, though, as something like a 'Geth Vs Quarian DLC' has a bit more of a broad appeal, as it's one of the bigger underlying threads running through the series. I'm sure a lot of people would like to explore it. That Tali would star is just more $ signs attached on the end of it.
As for repetition with Geth-focused DLC? Maybe I'm too much of a cynic, but observing Bioware's overall trends the past couple of years, I'd say storyline concerns are out the window in favour of what'll earn them some easy money here and now.
Disagreed that the character (Tali) couldn't be just as much fun as any other.
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True. Bridging is the priority, and that leaves pretty much everyone out in the cold. I'm not saying a character-centric DLC is absolutely going to happen. But if they wanted to throw one out there, then Jack is the path of least resistance. Plus not everyone hates Jack. There are some poeople who don't care but will buy a DLC because it looks like fun. There are people who like Jack. And then there's us. Plus the people who hate Jack for extremely stupid reasons strike me as Xbox 360 Achievement ****s anyway, so they might just buy it on general principle.
Hey, I'm all for a Jack DLC, I'm just keeping myself realistic about the actual prospects of it popping up. It could go in any number of different directions, and I'm sure any of them would be fantastic.
At the moment, though, besides Tali, I'd think Jacob and Miranda would be the next down the line for featuring prominently in some future DLC. What with all the current ambiguity of your/their Cerberus employment status.
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Posté 11 septembre 2010 - 05:43
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Right, they've all got romantic dialog that's separate from platonic dialog. That's the way it should be. Since when was a friendship, or a working relationship with a crewmember/squadmate, the same as a romantic relationship?royceclemens wrote...
I mean it's such a lazy, bulls--t comment to make. Like all the other people on the ship are completely forthcoming if you don't romance them and the problem is endemic to only
Jack.
I think the romance only effects... the romance. It's not a part of the main narrative. This talk about not being able to help her, because you're not in a relationship with her, is incorrect, imo. Jack's loyalty mission is what helps Jack in the main narrative, I believe.
Once the argument is reduced to that, and you still have an issue with it, then it's either that you simply dislike the character, which is understandable; or you think that Jack shows tendencies in her behaviour in the romantic relationship, that seem out of character for her, which is also understandable. Although anyone that's been in relationships, knows that this can be the case sometimes (sometimes for the better, and sometimes for the worse:sick:). Or you don't like the fact that Jack doesn't open up to a Shepard that she's not in a romantic relationship with, like she does with a Shepard that she's in a romantic relationship with. Which is not understandable, to me. Romantic relationships and platonic relationships are not equal to one another. I don't think Bioware needs to attempt to make them equal either. They're special, and need to stay that way.
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