I wonder why we only learn about Jack's neural degeneration from the tooltip for her biotic power upgrade. Does she know? If so, is it as private a matter to her as Miranda's sterility is to Miranda?
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Posté 15 septembre 2010 - 10:56
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I'd guess it's gradual and fairly slow, so she might not have any idea anything is wrong, particularly as her biotics are becoming more powerful as opposed to less. Changes like that she'd probably notice, the little things though she might not notice at all until they become obvious - and that's still assuming the neural degeneration is anything like degenerative brain diseases in reality.
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Posté 15 septembre 2010 - 11:15
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Drive-by greetings.
I contribute image of Jack as recompense:
Enjoy.
I contribute image of Jack as recompense:
Enjoy.
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Posté 15 septembre 2010 - 11:47
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Because of the way we find out about it, being just as blink and you'll miss it as the Codex entries are for most people, I think it's simply another documentation of biotic life. All biotics suffer from neural degeneration, but she is experiencing a much different effect from it.yorkj86 wrote...
I wonder why we only learn about Jack's neural degeneration from the tooltip for her biotic power upgrade. Does she know? If so, is it as private a matter to her as Miranda's sterility is to Miranda?
So in that respect, I don't think it's really a private matter. It's a fact of life for any biotic.
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Posté 16 septembre 2010 - 12:04
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The fact that we only learn it in a tooltip would seem to indicate that it's just a tidbit rather than something truly important.
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Posté 16 septembre 2010 - 04:30
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There's just something about her expression here that I like...
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Posté 16 septembre 2010 - 04:37
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^ looks like she's day dreaming
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Posté 16 septembre 2010 - 04:39
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Drunken, is your avatar cut from a screenshot of Shepard rejecting Jack during the final romance scene? It looks like it.
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Posté 16 septembre 2010 - 04:43
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@tommyt_1994: Yeah, it kinda does. I think she looks rather thoughtful there.
@yorkj86 Nah, it's just before the hug in the romance scene. I don't think I could go through with the rejection dialogue option.
Shepard is just too much of an ass if you take that option imo.
@yorkj86 Nah, it's just before the hug in the romance scene. I don't think I could go through with the rejection dialogue option.
Shepard is just too much of an ass if you take that option imo.
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Posté 16 septembre 2010 - 04:52
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Drunken, I used a similar picture for a "What's Jack thinking of?" template, a while ago. I got a few bites.
Here it is:
What's she thinking, drunken?
Here it is:
What's she thinking, drunken?
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Posté 16 septembre 2010 - 05:03
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Wow, it's almost the exact same image.
Let's see...Hmm, I'm not feeling very witty tonight so if this is terrible or out of character, sorry.
"...And there was that one squint I threw of a cliff, that was fun....Oh, and that salarian I crushed with a desk! Now that was a good one!"
e: I won't lie, something sweeter came to mind first but this seemed more appropriate for her. I'm too much of a softie.
Let's see...Hmm, I'm not feeling very witty tonight so if this is terrible or out of character, sorry.
"...And there was that one squint I threw of a cliff, that was fun....Oh, and that salarian I crushed with a desk! Now that was a good one!"
e: I won't lie, something sweeter came to mind first but this seemed more appropriate for her. I'm too much of a softie.
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Posté 16 septembre 2010 - 05:16
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I thought that she was thinking of a basket full of puppies. 
Live ones, of course 
Talk to you later, drunken, I'm going to sleep.
Live ones, of course Talk to you later, drunken, I'm going to sleep.
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Posté 16 septembre 2010 - 05:21
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That's much more in line with my view of her.
Later.
Later.
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Posté 16 septembre 2010 - 05:29
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"Admit it! You were reaching for my hand!"
"**** off, Shepard."
"All righty, then."
"**** off, Shepard."
"All righty, then."
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Posté 16 septembre 2010 - 02:15
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From here on out, I'm gonna slap this story in links; it's getting too large.
But anyway, here's part twelve of Son of Mindoir.
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_10:49, A.M. _
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“Son of a…”
James had really regretted knowing people now. He had pressed off the hood of the car to come to his feet. Once he had taken a step forward, James had stopped himself, and turned to look towards Jack.
“I could always pretend I’m not here.” He’d say, shrugging. Jack had shaken her head. She was all for blowing off the world to be alone with Shepard, but she knew that, no matter how much she wanted it, that coming to Mindoir was her idea. Far be it for her to tell him that overcoming his fears was a mistake.
Jack sighed. “Answer the damn door.”
“Alright.” James had said, with uncertainty. His pace would continue, taking him to the doors. When he had come to stand only a few inches from the door, James had stopped himself, taking a deep breath, before his hand would move towards the holographic lock. Buttons were pressed, and the green lock deepened, in color, before coming loose, allowing the door to come apart. James had prepared himself, beginning to speak, even before his eyes could register the visitor, for today.
“Lori, I rea—“
The visitor had not been who he imagined.
The man had looked to be in his early 30’s. He had jet black hair – the same as James – with potent, dark blue eyes. He’d sported a thick, scruffy beard, and had wavy, shoulder length hair. He had worn a beige suit, complimented by the various jewelry he had worn on his wrist, neck, and ears. Upon seeing the man who had opened the door, the visitor had smirked, placed a hand upon his chin, and began to feign ignorance.
“Hey. So I’m here because some guys up here told me I’d meet a friend of mine. I damn near caused a car accident, trying to get directions – true story, I—“
“Matt?” James had said, both surprised, and pleased.
“In the flesh, babe.” He’d say, the smirk on his face growing larger, as he did so. The two embraced in a brother-like hug, causing Jack, who had long since leapt from the hood of the car, to wonder whether this man actually was his brother.
“H-how did you..? I thought you were dead?” James had said.
“Look who’s talking.” Matt had replied, snorting. “They had your face up all over the news, when you ship went down…For about a week or two, where I was.”
“And where were you?”
“…Omega, I think.”
“Yeah, that explains a lot.” James had said, shaking his head. But his question wasn’t answered. When James realized this, he had asked again. “How did you get out of Mindoir?”
“Before the raid? Yeah, remember how my dad used to run with Eclipse?” Matt had asked, to which James had nodded. “That’s why.”
“They smuggled you out?”
“Pretty much. I would’ve gone to get you, but dad didn’t give a **** about anyone else. So we – when are you gonna introduce me?” Matt said, looking towards Jack.
“Funny..” She’d say. “I was just thinking the same thing.” Jack had folded her arms, and James had turned, stepping out of the way as to not obstruct either’s view, from one another. “Jack…” James would say, motioning towards Matt. “This is Matt. He’s a long lost friend; we go way back.” James would then turn to Matt, and motion his hand towards Jack. “Matt, this is Jack. She’s my girlfriend.”
Upon hearing that, Matt had raised a brow. There were hundreds of things that he could have said, to object to who James choose to spend his life with. But it was James. Someone he’d been close friends with, for more than a decade. If he decided date girls like her, then so be it. He was entitled to his opinion, but he had manners. He’d respect James’ decision, and leave it at that…Or after he made one statement pertaining to his choice.
“Huh, didn’t think you’d go for tattoos.” Matt had said, looking to Jack, and then to James.
“I’m just as stupefied as you are.” Jack had replied. “Trust me.”
Matt had chuckled, and then nodded towards Jack. “Nice to meet you.” He’d say. “Can I ask how you both have been?”
“Honestly, I’m pissed off.” Jack had said, looking towards James. “Didn’t think we’d be getting visitors, today.” James had shaken his head, and looked towards Matt. “It’s not like it matters, we were going somewhere populated, anyway.”
“And just how the **** do you know it’s populated?” Jack had asked.
“Did you kill anyone?” James had replied.
“No.”
“Then it’s populated.” James concluded. He would then turn towards Matt, continuing on. “We were just about to leave, so—“
“No, no.” Jack had said, raising her hand up. She had gotten an idea. “Let ‘em come.” Jack had then moved toward the door, past James and Matt, and made for the skycar that served as their mode of transport. “Hope you can hold your liquor.”
“Sure I can.” Matt had said, with a smile. The smile had quickly faded, as he started to catch on.
“…Why do you ask?”
_3:50, P.M. _
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“****!”
Four glasses had been slammed against a rounded table. James, Jack, Matt, and Dorian had all been sitting together, with 67 out of 70 glasses – each for one person -- sorted out, between them. Dorian had shaken his head, to try and get a grasp of himself, as he stood up, from the chair he’d been sitting in. “That’s enough” He’d say. “I gotta get back to work.”
“Sit. The ****. Down.” Jack had said, shooting a look towards him, to which he began to plead. “I can’t work, while I’m drunk.”
“Little too late for that, Dory.”
“Dory?” Dorian had said, raising a brow. “You calling me ‘Dory’, now?”
“I dunno – seems like the correct name for a p*ssy.”
“It’s like, what, three drinks left?” Matt had said, looking to the supposed bartender. “C’mon, man. It’s not like it’s gonna kill you.”
“…I still have customers—“
“**** THE CUSTOMERS.” Jack had shouted, gathering the attention of all the patrons in the lounge. The building fell silent, save for the music playing, in the background. James, who had looked down to the table, in embarrassment (As did Matt. Dorian had buried his face within his own palm), had placed an arm around Jack’s shoulders, and gently pulled her close to him, so that he could whisper words she could comprehend.
“Let’s…Let’s keep it down, alright?”
The lounge had gone back to its usual volume, after a few seconds had passed by. Dorian had moved to grab the last three drinks he had left, and downed them in quick succession. After clearing his throat, he’d nod towards Jack. “You happy, now?” To which Jack only smirked. “I gotta get back to work.” Dorian would repeat, before heading towards the bar counter.
Jack had snorted, laughing for no apparent reason, and the others soon followed. They would get themselves together, after a few minutes, and Jack would reach for her 68th glass. “Alright, let’s keep this **** goin’.” The other two would follow, after her, clutching onto the glasses, and raising them halfway into the air. “Ready?” Jack would ask.
“As I’ll ever be.” James had replied.
“Ditto.” Matt would say, after him.
The three had then downed their respective shots, slamming them against the tables. They had treated the last two just the same. When they were done, Jack had leaned back against her chair, and tilted her head back, staring up into the ceiling.
“Fuuuuuuuckiiiiiiiiing GOD.” Jack had groaned, while the others laughed. She had returned to her former position, in her seat, soon thereafter, and placed a hand on her forehead. “It’s what I ****ing get.” Jack thought, aloud, remembering that she had been dealing with a hangover, just minutes ago. A hangover that might’ve been prolonged. James had gotten up, from his seat, and had begun to walk towards the restroom. Matt had leaned back into his seat, as his friend walked by him. “Draining the main vein?” Matt had called.
“You know it.” James had replied, to which Matt had laughed, slightly shaking his head.
“So how do you know Shepard?” Jack had asked, leaning forward, in her seat. “Kindergarten? Fourth grade?”
“My mom was doing business with his dad.”
Jack immediately began to laugh. Matt had caught on, fairly quick, and chuckled.
“No, not like that. The agricultural business. She handled the funding, he handled the workforce. Plus, he and my pops were friends since—“
“****ing kindergarten.”
“Yeah. ****ing kindergarten. Anyway, our family just spent a whole lot of time around each other. Guess we were like oath brothers, or something. Like Liu Bei, and his brothers.”
“That ‘Three Kingdoms’ bull****?”
“You know about that?”
“I ain’t that ****ing clueless. And you two ****ers are more like…Gan Ning and Ling Tong.”
“That would require me to have killed his father, or vice versa.”
“You said your dad worked for Eclipse?”
“He ‘works’ for Eclipse, yeah.”
“Shepard kills mercs. That might come, soon.”
“My dad’s not a merc. He doesn’t shoot people, or walk around, in that..those tight ass suits they wear. He helps with the funding, like my mother used to do, here. Y’know, illegal **** that I tried to talk him out of. Funneling credits from a competitor’s pocket, giving coordinates to some guy’s shipment of insert-object-here, knowing the right guys, screwing the right asari—“
“Wait, what? He ****s asari?”
“He’s committed. Never said he was faithful.” Matt would clear his throat. “I remember this one asari he was screwing? Biggest **** I’ve ever seen. Her name was Enyala, I think.”
Jack had remembered this particular asari. Mostly because of the remark she made on Miranda’s outfit. “I think I know her.”
Matt had raised a brow. “You do?”
“Yeah. I killed the ****.”
“You have my sincerest gratitude. Seriously. Thank you.”
Just then, the door to the lounge had been pushed open, with Eric and his crew pouring through. They’d push their way past patrons, searching for the woman that had defeated them, long ago. When Eric had found her, he shoved his way towards her, intent on ‘righting a wrong’. Matt, being in the position he was in, had caught the men before Jack had, and cocked his head towards them, alerting Jack to their presence.
“Get up, ****.” Eric had said.
“Friend of yours?” Matt had asked, ignoring the comment he made to her.
“Yep.” Jack had said, before turning to look toward the ‘leader’. Her eyes narrowed to slits, and she spoke with a tired voice. “Look, ****. As much as I’d love to **** you up, again, I’m trying to be little miss good ****, today. So go **** with someone else.” Contrary to her words, if she were provoked, Jack would throw ‘trying’ out of the window. She choose to let it be, until she had been.
“I don’t think you heard me.” Eric had said, grabbing onto the table Jack and Matt had been sitting at, and flipping it over. The glasses upon it shattered, as they fell to the cold floor. “I said, GET UP.”
“Is there a problem here?” James had said, who had long since returned from the restroom. When Eric had seen him, he immediately recognized the Mindoir native, and had spoken to him with ‘the utmost respect’. “Commander Shepard?” Eric had said, surprised to find the hero in a lounge. He had shaken his disbelief away, however, in favor of giving Jack what she deserved. “Hell, I should be glad you’re here.” Eric had then pointed towards Jack, eyeballing her with a sneer. “This ****ing freak here keeps causing trouble in this bar – and she had the audacity to put her hands on me!” As the jock continued, Matt had to suppress the need to laugh, at his ignorance. And Jack, who could have stopped him, at any moment, choose not to do so, and proceeded to let him run his mouth, on the fact that he was going to have to eat his words, in his immediate future.
“I tried telling the bartender that she was doing it, and he threw a damn bottle at me and my crew – and told ME of all people to leave. ME! Like I was the one drinking all of his liquor, and putting him out of business! As the hero of this colony, it’d be a honor to get your permission to kick this..Disgusting, Bald..Revolting bit—“
“I’m sorry; let me stop you, right there.” James had said, not amused, in the slightest. Teeth had been clenched together, and then loosened apart, as James prepared to speak, again.
“What’s your name, again?”
“Eric. Eric Mathison.”
“Alright, Eric. Before I begin – before I address this issue…I’d like to ask..What..The hell..Is wrong with you?”
“Wha—“
“Did you not think I saw that? The stunt you just pulled? Flipping a table over – breaking property that wasn’t yours, I might add – to get at one girl? And then, you have about, what, ten or twelve people behind you? That’s not exactly convincing, you know; that she was the one breaking things.”
“You’re missing the poi—“
“And I have half a mind to slap you, for talking to ANY woman, like that. Just because she’s different from the other women you usually see doesn’t give you the right to berate her for it.”
“Why the he—.”
“But, with all that aside, I wasn’t here. I didn’t see what happened, so I’m inclined to give your statement a little belief. However, this is only your side of the argument. With that being said, I’m going to draw my attention to the woman you attacked, and ask her for her story.”
James had turned towards Jack.
“Jack?”
Eric was taken aback. “Wait, I never told you her na—“
“What happened?”
Jack had looked towards James. “He started a fight. I finished it.”
James had then turned his attention to Dorian. “You were here, right? Who’s telling the truth?”
Dorian shrugged. “Nothing got shattered until they started threatening people. She’s telling the truth.”
James nodded, looking back towards Eric. “Well, there you have it.”
“WHAT!?” Eric had shouted, angrily. “You’re just gonna take their word!? HE WAS IN, ON IT!”
“To be honest..” James had started. He had been calm, throughout this entire argument; a rare trait most were getting used to seeing. “I didn’t have to ask him, to begin with. I could’ve just told him to show me the surveillance tapes. Should I tell him that?” Eric said nothing, but instead directed his eyes elsewhere, as he knew what would happen if the tapes had come to public. It was all James needed. “Thought so.”
James had cracked his neck, and knuckles, for what he was about to say, next.
“So, now that we’ve determined whose fault it was…I’d like to get to the very much awaited fact that I do NOT take kindly to someone threatening my girl. I do NOT take kindly to someone threatening my friends, either. Now you know who I am, and you know what I’ve done. So whatever feeling that’s telling you to start a fight? Don’t listen to it. It’ll get you hurt.”
“That being said, I didn’t come here to start a fight. I came here to spend what little free time I have on the colony that I grew up on. I’d rather do that in peace. So, before anything starts, I’m going to end this little feud between you and her, right now.”
“From the looks of it, you still haven’t graduated. Maybe you’re in college; I don’t know. But you’re just a kid. And so is the rest of your crew.”
“The woman that you are trying to fight? Is a biotic. And an extremely dangerous one, at that.”
At the mention of Jack being a biotic, Eric had looked towards her in horror. She returned his gaze, albeit with a sly smile.
“She usually kills the people she has problems out of. So you should consider yourself lucky.”
“Now, before I have to ask her stop flaying people alive, I’m going to ask you to leave this lounge. And for your own sake? Don’t come back to it.”
Whatever Eric was going to say had been lost, the minute he heard the word ‘biotic’. At Shepard’s comment, Eric had backtracked out of the lounge, signaling his crew to come with him. With the trouble gone, James had been left to deal with being the center of attention; the patron’s eyes had been fixed at the situation the minute Eric had flipped the tables over. He scanned the area, looking towards each person that been staring, and shrugged. Wasn’t much left to do.
“Sorry about that.”
James had then moved to set the table back to its original position. Soon enough, conversations – related or otherwise – had sparked up, and the lounge had resumed its normal banter. James had taken a seat, and joined the two others, in silence.
“………”
“…………”
“……Words cannot describe…” Matt had begun, looking towards James. “How hot I am, for you, right now.”
“Try it.” Jack had said, amused by that. “I ****ing dare you.”
“Mm, might want to watch your six, now, babe.” Matt replied, turning towards Jack. “He’s in my scope.” When he said that, Matt had motioned his hands in the way a soldier would handle a sniper rifle, and ‘aimed’ it towards James.
The two had laughed. Afterwards, James had looked over towards Jack, and delivered a smile.
“I’m proud of you.” He’d say. And when he did, Jack’s laughter immediately stopped. After a few seconds passed, she would shoot a look towards her lover, and snapped at him. “Go **** yourself, Shepard.” It was now James’ turn to laugh, along with Matt. As it ceased, the three had all fell silent, once more.
“…………”
“…………”
“…………So who’s cleaning that **** up?” Jack would ask.
_9:50, P.M. _
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“So we had to kill her.”
“Damn. **** deserved what she got, but damn.”
“**** you mean?”
“She ‘steals’ kids? And then called it rescuing them?”
“S’what she said. Not like she actually stole anything; **** was swiss cheese, before she could fire her gun.”
“Are you always this evil?”
Jack had smirked, leaving the conversation at that.
As she and Matt continued on, James and Dorian had just been finished with locking up the lounge, as it had to be closed, due to ‘renovations’. Handshakes were exchanged, and the two had gone their separate ways, with Dorian headed home, and James moving to his car, where Jack and Matt had both stood.
“You ready to go?” James had said, looking towards Jack, to which she had nodded. Asking that question had brought up something that Matt had forgotten. He would speak of it, now.
“Yo, James.” Matt had said, motioning him to move from the car, where Jack, who had been busy changing through the tracks of the songs that James uploaded to the skycar, could not hear them. When they were far enough, Matt had stopped himself, causing James to hold his position, as well. “So..” Matt had begun. “I’ve been meaning to ask you…Well..”
“Yeah?” James had asked.
“Well, I’ve got a bit of a problem. I was gonna ask if I could crash over at your place, for a few days. You know, to get back on my feet.”
“Ahh..I don’t know, Matt.” James had replied, shaking his head. “I mean, I came here to spend some time with Jack, and we haven’t gotten a day to ourselves, since we’ve been here, so—“
“Ah, say no more.” Matt had said, holding his hand up. “Mindoir’s got a few hotels, anyway; I’ll just set up, there.”
“Thanks, man.” James had said, nodding. “I appreciate that.”
“It’s no problem.”
The two had then undergone the handshake, shoulder bump procedure. “You take care, now.” Matt would call, as he turned to start the search for a place to crash. But just as he did, he nearly ran into a woman. A woman who seemed to have found who she was looking for.
“There you are.” The woman would say. “You can’t just leave me by myself, like that; I get worried.”
The woman was of average height, and build. She had red, curly hair, and emerald eyes, obstructed by colorless spectacles. She’d worn a frilled, dark blue dress – though the color was unable to be seen, in the dark – accompanied by matching high heels, and bracelets. James had noticed the woman before he made it to his own, and quirked a brow towards Matt. “Someone I should know about?”
“This is, Uh..This is--”
“Madison Grover-Williams.” The woman would say, extending a hand for James to shake. “I’m his wife.”
“Your wife?” James had said, dumbfounded, although he managed to come out of it quickly enough to accept the handshake.
“Yeah..This is my Maddy.” Matt had said, with little to no enthusiasm.
“Were you two going somewhere?” Madison would ask, to which Matt had cut in. “Let’s..Let’s not get in their business, now.”
“I’m only asking if they were going to leave. Geez.”
“Yeah, as a matter of fact.” James had said, looking towards her. Madison had nodded, and looked towards Matt. “Well, we’d better get going, too, then. Don’t want to miss your shows, do you?”
“I’ll..leave you guys alone. See you.” James had turned to enter into his car, which had been blaring with music. Madison and Matt had left, soon thereafter. While James had gone to start the car, Jack had looked towards him, shouting over the maximized volume. “I LIKE HIM!”
“YEAH?”
“DON’T TRUST HIM, BUT I LIKE HIM!”
“IT’S A START!” James would assume the controls of the skycar, and would begin to pilot it home.
_10:11, P.M. _
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“Still should’ve kicked his ass.”
Jack had opened the door leading to the bedroom, and had let herself fall against the cushions of the mattress. James had followed, and had removed the shirt he’d been wearing, tossing it to a nearby chair. “I don’t think he’s going to be a problem, anymore, Jack. He knows you’re a biotic.” Jack, who had been embracing the softness of the sheets, had closed her eyes, and shook her head. “Shouldn’t have told him. Would have been more fun to let him find out.”
“It would have been more fun to have him go missing, too, but that’s not why we’re here.” James had said, leaning against the large window. Jack had opened her eyes, and looked towards him. A smirk would form onto full, dark red lips, as she slid off the edge of the bed, to move towards him. “Yeah? So what the hell are we here, for?”
“Something a little quieter.” James had said, through droopy eyes, and a tired voice. “Something between the two of us.”
“**** that.” Jack had noticed the way he spoke, and had slapped him across his face, all the while pressing herself against him. “You ain’t blacking out on me, now.” James’ eyes had opened a bit, locking onto her dark brown hues. It was only at night that art such as this would shine its brightest, as the moonlight highlighted her body. Everything was perfect; the softness of her shaven, fuzzy hair, the triangular lights, on her right ear, that flashed, every few seconds. Even the scars she’d worn on her body were about the most beautiful he’d seen on any girl. It was something he wished he could tell her. Without her getting disgusted, at him.
“We never did try that **** Mordin sent you.” Jack had whispered, into his ear, breaking his focus, and causing his eyes to go wide.
“Oook, I’m awake.”
James had spun, in his position, placing Jack against the glass, as cold as it had been. Those features of the moon had been long gone, but it didn’t matter. She’d be beautiful, without it; lights only served to amplify that beauty.
“Come here.” Jack had said, wrapping her arms around his neck, and pulling him into a kiss. He had moved his hands around her waist, firmly gripping them, as he pressed her against the glass, even more so that she’d already been.
In one shot instant, the moonlight had flashed into James’ eyes. Or rather, had brightened more. As if it had closed in on their home. Icy blue hues would look past Jack, to see outside of the house. And what he saw had pissed him off.
“****!” James would shout, leaping for cover, while pulling Jack with him, narrowly avoiding the barrage of bullets that had began to riddle the window, and walls. They would scramble against the side of the window, waiting out the sudden gunfire. “WHAT THE HELL!?” Jack would shout. James would look towards Jack, acknowledging her comment, and then looked to the side of the window, as the last of the bullets poured through.
The men who had fired were no longer there. Yet the skycar they took to get here still had been. When the two had come up to find the culprit, both were angered, greatly. Not by the fact that they were almost killed, but by who had attempted to do it.
The name of their assailant had been uttered between them.
“Cerberus.”
The front doors had been kicked down. The fight for their lives had begun.
But anyway, here's part twelve of Son of Mindoir.
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“Son of a…”
James had really regretted knowing people now. He had pressed off the hood of the car to come to his feet. Once he had taken a step forward, James had stopped himself, and turned to look towards Jack.
“I could always pretend I’m not here.” He’d say, shrugging. Jack had shaken her head. She was all for blowing off the world to be alone with Shepard, but she knew that, no matter how much she wanted it, that coming to Mindoir was her idea. Far be it for her to tell him that overcoming his fears was a mistake.
Jack sighed. “Answer the damn door.”
“Alright.” James had said, with uncertainty. His pace would continue, taking him to the doors. When he had come to stand only a few inches from the door, James had stopped himself, taking a deep breath, before his hand would move towards the holographic lock. Buttons were pressed, and the green lock deepened, in color, before coming loose, allowing the door to come apart. James had prepared himself, beginning to speak, even before his eyes could register the visitor, for today.
“Lori, I rea—“
The visitor had not been who he imagined.
The man had looked to be in his early 30’s. He had jet black hair – the same as James – with potent, dark blue eyes. He’d sported a thick, scruffy beard, and had wavy, shoulder length hair. He had worn a beige suit, complimented by the various jewelry he had worn on his wrist, neck, and ears. Upon seeing the man who had opened the door, the visitor had smirked, placed a hand upon his chin, and began to feign ignorance.
“Hey. So I’m here because some guys up here told me I’d meet a friend of mine. I damn near caused a car accident, trying to get directions – true story, I—“
“Matt?” James had said, both surprised, and pleased.
“In the flesh, babe.” He’d say, the smirk on his face growing larger, as he did so. The two embraced in a brother-like hug, causing Jack, who had long since leapt from the hood of the car, to wonder whether this man actually was his brother.
“H-how did you..? I thought you were dead?” James had said.
“Look who’s talking.” Matt had replied, snorting. “They had your face up all over the news, when you ship went down…For about a week or two, where I was.”
“And where were you?”
“…Omega, I think.”
“Yeah, that explains a lot.” James had said, shaking his head. But his question wasn’t answered. When James realized this, he had asked again. “How did you get out of Mindoir?”
“Before the raid? Yeah, remember how my dad used to run with Eclipse?” Matt had asked, to which James had nodded. “That’s why.”
“They smuggled you out?”
“Pretty much. I would’ve gone to get you, but dad didn’t give a **** about anyone else. So we – when are you gonna introduce me?” Matt said, looking towards Jack.
“Funny..” She’d say. “I was just thinking the same thing.” Jack had folded her arms, and James had turned, stepping out of the way as to not obstruct either’s view, from one another. “Jack…” James would say, motioning towards Matt. “This is Matt. He’s a long lost friend; we go way back.” James would then turn to Matt, and motion his hand towards Jack. “Matt, this is Jack. She’s my girlfriend.”
Upon hearing that, Matt had raised a brow. There were hundreds of things that he could have said, to object to who James choose to spend his life with. But it was James. Someone he’d been close friends with, for more than a decade. If he decided date girls like her, then so be it. He was entitled to his opinion, but he had manners. He’d respect James’ decision, and leave it at that…Or after he made one statement pertaining to his choice.
“Huh, didn’t think you’d go for tattoos.” Matt had said, looking to Jack, and then to James.
“I’m just as stupefied as you are.” Jack had replied. “Trust me.”
Matt had chuckled, and then nodded towards Jack. “Nice to meet you.” He’d say. “Can I ask how you both have been?”
“Honestly, I’m pissed off.” Jack had said, looking towards James. “Didn’t think we’d be getting visitors, today.” James had shaken his head, and looked towards Matt. “It’s not like it matters, we were going somewhere populated, anyway.”
“And just how the **** do you know it’s populated?” Jack had asked.
“Did you kill anyone?” James had replied.
“No.”
“Then it’s populated.” James concluded. He would then turn towards Matt, continuing on. “We were just about to leave, so—“
“No, no.” Jack had said, raising her hand up. She had gotten an idea. “Let ‘em come.” Jack had then moved toward the door, past James and Matt, and made for the skycar that served as their mode of transport. “Hope you can hold your liquor.”
“Sure I can.” Matt had said, with a smile. The smile had quickly faded, as he started to catch on.
“…Why do you ask?”
_3:50, P.M. _
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“****!”
Four glasses had been slammed against a rounded table. James, Jack, Matt, and Dorian had all been sitting together, with 67 out of 70 glasses – each for one person -- sorted out, between them. Dorian had shaken his head, to try and get a grasp of himself, as he stood up, from the chair he’d been sitting in. “That’s enough” He’d say. “I gotta get back to work.”
“Sit. The ****. Down.” Jack had said, shooting a look towards him, to which he began to plead. “I can’t work, while I’m drunk.”
“Little too late for that, Dory.”
“Dory?” Dorian had said, raising a brow. “You calling me ‘Dory’, now?”
“I dunno – seems like the correct name for a p*ssy.”
“It’s like, what, three drinks left?” Matt had said, looking to the supposed bartender. “C’mon, man. It’s not like it’s gonna kill you.”
“…I still have customers—“
“**** THE CUSTOMERS.” Jack had shouted, gathering the attention of all the patrons in the lounge. The building fell silent, save for the music playing, in the background. James, who had looked down to the table, in embarrassment (As did Matt. Dorian had buried his face within his own palm), had placed an arm around Jack’s shoulders, and gently pulled her close to him, so that he could whisper words she could comprehend.
“Let’s…Let’s keep it down, alright?”
The lounge had gone back to its usual volume, after a few seconds had passed by. Dorian had moved to grab the last three drinks he had left, and downed them in quick succession. After clearing his throat, he’d nod towards Jack. “You happy, now?” To which Jack only smirked. “I gotta get back to work.” Dorian would repeat, before heading towards the bar counter.
Jack had snorted, laughing for no apparent reason, and the others soon followed. They would get themselves together, after a few minutes, and Jack would reach for her 68th glass. “Alright, let’s keep this **** goin’.” The other two would follow, after her, clutching onto the glasses, and raising them halfway into the air. “Ready?” Jack would ask.
“As I’ll ever be.” James had replied.
“Ditto.” Matt would say, after him.
The three had then downed their respective shots, slamming them against the tables. They had treated the last two just the same. When they were done, Jack had leaned back against her chair, and tilted her head back, staring up into the ceiling.
“Fuuuuuuuckiiiiiiiiing GOD.” Jack had groaned, while the others laughed. She had returned to her former position, in her seat, soon thereafter, and placed a hand on her forehead. “It’s what I ****ing get.” Jack thought, aloud, remembering that she had been dealing with a hangover, just minutes ago. A hangover that might’ve been prolonged. James had gotten up, from his seat, and had begun to walk towards the restroom. Matt had leaned back into his seat, as his friend walked by him. “Draining the main vein?” Matt had called.
“You know it.” James had replied, to which Matt had laughed, slightly shaking his head.
“So how do you know Shepard?” Jack had asked, leaning forward, in her seat. “Kindergarten? Fourth grade?”
“My mom was doing business with his dad.”
Jack immediately began to laugh. Matt had caught on, fairly quick, and chuckled.
“No, not like that. The agricultural business. She handled the funding, he handled the workforce. Plus, he and my pops were friends since—“
“****ing kindergarten.”
“Yeah. ****ing kindergarten. Anyway, our family just spent a whole lot of time around each other. Guess we were like oath brothers, or something. Like Liu Bei, and his brothers.”
“That ‘Three Kingdoms’ bull****?”
“You know about that?”
“I ain’t that ****ing clueless. And you two ****ers are more like…Gan Ning and Ling Tong.”
“That would require me to have killed his father, or vice versa.”
“You said your dad worked for Eclipse?”
“He ‘works’ for Eclipse, yeah.”
“Shepard kills mercs. That might come, soon.”
“My dad’s not a merc. He doesn’t shoot people, or walk around, in that..those tight ass suits they wear. He helps with the funding, like my mother used to do, here. Y’know, illegal **** that I tried to talk him out of. Funneling credits from a competitor’s pocket, giving coordinates to some guy’s shipment of insert-object-here, knowing the right guys, screwing the right asari—“
“Wait, what? He ****s asari?”
“He’s committed. Never said he was faithful.” Matt would clear his throat. “I remember this one asari he was screwing? Biggest **** I’ve ever seen. Her name was Enyala, I think.”
Jack had remembered this particular asari. Mostly because of the remark she made on Miranda’s outfit. “I think I know her.”
Matt had raised a brow. “You do?”
“Yeah. I killed the ****.”
“You have my sincerest gratitude. Seriously. Thank you.”
Just then, the door to the lounge had been pushed open, with Eric and his crew pouring through. They’d push their way past patrons, searching for the woman that had defeated them, long ago. When Eric had found her, he shoved his way towards her, intent on ‘righting a wrong’. Matt, being in the position he was in, had caught the men before Jack had, and cocked his head towards them, alerting Jack to their presence.
“Get up, ****.” Eric had said.
“Friend of yours?” Matt had asked, ignoring the comment he made to her.
“Yep.” Jack had said, before turning to look toward the ‘leader’. Her eyes narrowed to slits, and she spoke with a tired voice. “Look, ****. As much as I’d love to **** you up, again, I’m trying to be little miss good ****, today. So go **** with someone else.” Contrary to her words, if she were provoked, Jack would throw ‘trying’ out of the window. She choose to let it be, until she had been.
“I don’t think you heard me.” Eric had said, grabbing onto the table Jack and Matt had been sitting at, and flipping it over. The glasses upon it shattered, as they fell to the cold floor. “I said, GET UP.”
“Is there a problem here?” James had said, who had long since returned from the restroom. When Eric had seen him, he immediately recognized the Mindoir native, and had spoken to him with ‘the utmost respect’. “Commander Shepard?” Eric had said, surprised to find the hero in a lounge. He had shaken his disbelief away, however, in favor of giving Jack what she deserved. “Hell, I should be glad you’re here.” Eric had then pointed towards Jack, eyeballing her with a sneer. “This ****ing freak here keeps causing trouble in this bar – and she had the audacity to put her hands on me!” As the jock continued, Matt had to suppress the need to laugh, at his ignorance. And Jack, who could have stopped him, at any moment, choose not to do so, and proceeded to let him run his mouth, on the fact that he was going to have to eat his words, in his immediate future.
“I tried telling the bartender that she was doing it, and he threw a damn bottle at me and my crew – and told ME of all people to leave. ME! Like I was the one drinking all of his liquor, and putting him out of business! As the hero of this colony, it’d be a honor to get your permission to kick this..Disgusting, Bald..Revolting bit—“
“I’m sorry; let me stop you, right there.” James had said, not amused, in the slightest. Teeth had been clenched together, and then loosened apart, as James prepared to speak, again.
“What’s your name, again?”
“Eric. Eric Mathison.”
“Alright, Eric. Before I begin – before I address this issue…I’d like to ask..What..The hell..Is wrong with you?”
“Wha—“
“Did you not think I saw that? The stunt you just pulled? Flipping a table over – breaking property that wasn’t yours, I might add – to get at one girl? And then, you have about, what, ten or twelve people behind you? That’s not exactly convincing, you know; that she was the one breaking things.”
“You’re missing the poi—“
“And I have half a mind to slap you, for talking to ANY woman, like that. Just because she’s different from the other women you usually see doesn’t give you the right to berate her for it.”
“Why the he—.”
“But, with all that aside, I wasn’t here. I didn’t see what happened, so I’m inclined to give your statement a little belief. However, this is only your side of the argument. With that being said, I’m going to draw my attention to the woman you attacked, and ask her for her story.”
James had turned towards Jack.
“Jack?”
Eric was taken aback. “Wait, I never told you her na—“
“What happened?”
Jack had looked towards James. “He started a fight. I finished it.”
James had then turned his attention to Dorian. “You were here, right? Who’s telling the truth?”
Dorian shrugged. “Nothing got shattered until they started threatening people. She’s telling the truth.”
James nodded, looking back towards Eric. “Well, there you have it.”
“WHAT!?” Eric had shouted, angrily. “You’re just gonna take their word!? HE WAS IN, ON IT!”
“To be honest..” James had started. He had been calm, throughout this entire argument; a rare trait most were getting used to seeing. “I didn’t have to ask him, to begin with. I could’ve just told him to show me the surveillance tapes. Should I tell him that?” Eric said nothing, but instead directed his eyes elsewhere, as he knew what would happen if the tapes had come to public. It was all James needed. “Thought so.”
James had cracked his neck, and knuckles, for what he was about to say, next.
“So, now that we’ve determined whose fault it was…I’d like to get to the very much awaited fact that I do NOT take kindly to someone threatening my girl. I do NOT take kindly to someone threatening my friends, either. Now you know who I am, and you know what I’ve done. So whatever feeling that’s telling you to start a fight? Don’t listen to it. It’ll get you hurt.”
“That being said, I didn’t come here to start a fight. I came here to spend what little free time I have on the colony that I grew up on. I’d rather do that in peace. So, before anything starts, I’m going to end this little feud between you and her, right now.”
“From the looks of it, you still haven’t graduated. Maybe you’re in college; I don’t know. But you’re just a kid. And so is the rest of your crew.”
“The woman that you are trying to fight? Is a biotic. And an extremely dangerous one, at that.”
At the mention of Jack being a biotic, Eric had looked towards her in horror. She returned his gaze, albeit with a sly smile.
“She usually kills the people she has problems out of. So you should consider yourself lucky.”
“Now, before I have to ask her stop flaying people alive, I’m going to ask you to leave this lounge. And for your own sake? Don’t come back to it.”
Whatever Eric was going to say had been lost, the minute he heard the word ‘biotic’. At Shepard’s comment, Eric had backtracked out of the lounge, signaling his crew to come with him. With the trouble gone, James had been left to deal with being the center of attention; the patron’s eyes had been fixed at the situation the minute Eric had flipped the tables over. He scanned the area, looking towards each person that been staring, and shrugged. Wasn’t much left to do.
“Sorry about that.”
James had then moved to set the table back to its original position. Soon enough, conversations – related or otherwise – had sparked up, and the lounge had resumed its normal banter. James had taken a seat, and joined the two others, in silence.
“………”
“…………”
“……Words cannot describe…” Matt had begun, looking towards James. “How hot I am, for you, right now.”
“Try it.” Jack had said, amused by that. “I ****ing dare you.”
“Mm, might want to watch your six, now, babe.” Matt replied, turning towards Jack. “He’s in my scope.” When he said that, Matt had motioned his hands in the way a soldier would handle a sniper rifle, and ‘aimed’ it towards James.
The two had laughed. Afterwards, James had looked over towards Jack, and delivered a smile.
“I’m proud of you.” He’d say. And when he did, Jack’s laughter immediately stopped. After a few seconds passed, she would shoot a look towards her lover, and snapped at him. “Go **** yourself, Shepard.” It was now James’ turn to laugh, along with Matt. As it ceased, the three had all fell silent, once more.
“…………”
“…………”
“…………So who’s cleaning that **** up?” Jack would ask.
_9:50, P.M. _
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“So we had to kill her.”
“Damn. **** deserved what she got, but damn.”
“**** you mean?”
“She ‘steals’ kids? And then called it rescuing them?”
“S’what she said. Not like she actually stole anything; **** was swiss cheese, before she could fire her gun.”
“Are you always this evil?”
Jack had smirked, leaving the conversation at that.
As she and Matt continued on, James and Dorian had just been finished with locking up the lounge, as it had to be closed, due to ‘renovations’. Handshakes were exchanged, and the two had gone their separate ways, with Dorian headed home, and James moving to his car, where Jack and Matt had both stood.
“You ready to go?” James had said, looking towards Jack, to which she had nodded. Asking that question had brought up something that Matt had forgotten. He would speak of it, now.
“Yo, James.” Matt had said, motioning him to move from the car, where Jack, who had been busy changing through the tracks of the songs that James uploaded to the skycar, could not hear them. When they were far enough, Matt had stopped himself, causing James to hold his position, as well. “So..” Matt had begun. “I’ve been meaning to ask you…Well..”
“Yeah?” James had asked.
“Well, I’ve got a bit of a problem. I was gonna ask if I could crash over at your place, for a few days. You know, to get back on my feet.”
“Ahh..I don’t know, Matt.” James had replied, shaking his head. “I mean, I came here to spend some time with Jack, and we haven’t gotten a day to ourselves, since we’ve been here, so—“
“Ah, say no more.” Matt had said, holding his hand up. “Mindoir’s got a few hotels, anyway; I’ll just set up, there.”
“Thanks, man.” James had said, nodding. “I appreciate that.”
“It’s no problem.”
The two had then undergone the handshake, shoulder bump procedure. “You take care, now.” Matt would call, as he turned to start the search for a place to crash. But just as he did, he nearly ran into a woman. A woman who seemed to have found who she was looking for.
“There you are.” The woman would say. “You can’t just leave me by myself, like that; I get worried.”
The woman was of average height, and build. She had red, curly hair, and emerald eyes, obstructed by colorless spectacles. She’d worn a frilled, dark blue dress – though the color was unable to be seen, in the dark – accompanied by matching high heels, and bracelets. James had noticed the woman before he made it to his own, and quirked a brow towards Matt. “Someone I should know about?”
“This is, Uh..This is--”
“Madison Grover-Williams.” The woman would say, extending a hand for James to shake. “I’m his wife.”
“Your wife?” James had said, dumbfounded, although he managed to come out of it quickly enough to accept the handshake.
“Yeah..This is my Maddy.” Matt had said, with little to no enthusiasm.
“Were you two going somewhere?” Madison would ask, to which Matt had cut in. “Let’s..Let’s not get in their business, now.”
“I’m only asking if they were going to leave. Geez.”
“Yeah, as a matter of fact.” James had said, looking towards her. Madison had nodded, and looked towards Matt. “Well, we’d better get going, too, then. Don’t want to miss your shows, do you?”
“I’ll..leave you guys alone. See you.” James had turned to enter into his car, which had been blaring with music. Madison and Matt had left, soon thereafter. While James had gone to start the car, Jack had looked towards him, shouting over the maximized volume. “I LIKE HIM!”
“YEAH?”
“DON’T TRUST HIM, BUT I LIKE HIM!”
“IT’S A START!” James would assume the controls of the skycar, and would begin to pilot it home.
_10:11, P.M. _
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“Still should’ve kicked his ass.”
Jack had opened the door leading to the bedroom, and had let herself fall against the cushions of the mattress. James had followed, and had removed the shirt he’d been wearing, tossing it to a nearby chair. “I don’t think he’s going to be a problem, anymore, Jack. He knows you’re a biotic.” Jack, who had been embracing the softness of the sheets, had closed her eyes, and shook her head. “Shouldn’t have told him. Would have been more fun to let him find out.”
“It would have been more fun to have him go missing, too, but that’s not why we’re here.” James had said, leaning against the large window. Jack had opened her eyes, and looked towards him. A smirk would form onto full, dark red lips, as she slid off the edge of the bed, to move towards him. “Yeah? So what the hell are we here, for?”
“Something a little quieter.” James had said, through droopy eyes, and a tired voice. “Something between the two of us.”
“**** that.” Jack had noticed the way he spoke, and had slapped him across his face, all the while pressing herself against him. “You ain’t blacking out on me, now.” James’ eyes had opened a bit, locking onto her dark brown hues. It was only at night that art such as this would shine its brightest, as the moonlight highlighted her body. Everything was perfect; the softness of her shaven, fuzzy hair, the triangular lights, on her right ear, that flashed, every few seconds. Even the scars she’d worn on her body were about the most beautiful he’d seen on any girl. It was something he wished he could tell her. Without her getting disgusted, at him.
“We never did try that **** Mordin sent you.” Jack had whispered, into his ear, breaking his focus, and causing his eyes to go wide.
“Oook, I’m awake.”
James had spun, in his position, placing Jack against the glass, as cold as it had been. Those features of the moon had been long gone, but it didn’t matter. She’d be beautiful, without it; lights only served to amplify that beauty.
“Come here.” Jack had said, wrapping her arms around his neck, and pulling him into a kiss. He had moved his hands around her waist, firmly gripping them, as he pressed her against the glass, even more so that she’d already been.
In one shot instant, the moonlight had flashed into James’ eyes. Or rather, had brightened more. As if it had closed in on their home. Icy blue hues would look past Jack, to see outside of the house. And what he saw had pissed him off.
“****!” James would shout, leaping for cover, while pulling Jack with him, narrowly avoiding the barrage of bullets that had began to riddle the window, and walls. They would scramble against the side of the window, waiting out the sudden gunfire. “WHAT THE HELL!?” Jack would shout. James would look towards Jack, acknowledging her comment, and then looked to the side of the window, as the last of the bullets poured through.
The men who had fired were no longer there. Yet the skycar they took to get here still had been. When the two had come up to find the culprit, both were angered, greatly. Not by the fact that they were almost killed, but by who had attempted to do it.
The name of their assailant had been uttered between them.
“Cerberus.”
The front doors had been kicked down. The fight for their lives had begun.
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Posté 16 septembre 2010 - 02:31
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drunken pyromaniac wrote...
"Admit it! You were reaching for my hand!"
"**** off, Shepard."
"All righty, then."
Because Zaeed is in your party in that pic:
Zaeed: "Goddamn kids..."
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Posté 16 septembre 2010 - 02:34
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Shepard has Zaeed's and Jack's faces tattooed on his butt.
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Posté 16 septembre 2010 - 02:45
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It's been said before, but Ms. Taylor did a superb job with Jack. I love the deadly serious anger in Jack's voice when she says "I will throw you like a toy!"
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Posté 16 septembre 2010 - 06:51
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yorkj86 wrote...
I'll post it here for reference - Jack's poem:
"Roses are red
your eyes are blue
touch me
and I'll smear the walls with you"
@ drunken pyromaniac: wonderful screenshot!!
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Posté 16 septembre 2010 - 07:56
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Great as usual Sundown.Sundown Native wrote...
From here on out, I'm gonna slap this story in links; it's getting too large.
But anyway, here's part twelve of Son of Mindoir.
I find it extremely easy to visualize your story as you move through it. Makes it really easy and engaging to read
Edit: And that had me laughing, Epantiras. That is an appropriate Jack poem.
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Posté 16 septembre 2010 - 11:43
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Sundown Native wrote...
From here on out, I'm gonna slap this story in links; it's getting too large.
But anyway, here's part twelve of Son of Mindoir.
Best. Chapter. Yet.
Just fantastic man.
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It's being hinted at that the Council might try to bring Shepard in on charges of obstruction of justice, among other things.
Jack's a clever girl, so she'll definitely appreciate the humor of being the one to break Shepard out of jail this time around, in ME3.
Jack's a clever girl, so she'll definitely appreciate the humor of being the one to break Shepard out of jail this time around, in ME3.
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Posté 17 septembre 2010 - 02:33
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yorkj86 wrote...
It's being hinted at that the Council might try to bring Shepard in on charges of obstruction of justice, among other things.
Jack's a clever girl, so she'll definitely appreciate the humor of being the one to break Shepard out of jail this time around.
I have this mental image of the whole crew getting taken into custody at the beginning of the next game, and in the ensuing jailbreak/release because the "Ah yes, Reapers" are coming, Shep gets to where Jack's being held and finds her sitting on the floor in a shared holding cell, playing Solitaire. Pressed up against the corner are three of the baddest looking hombres you ever saw, absolutely terrified of Jack. She'll look up and say something like "You took your sweet f*ckin' time," and give the bad boys their cards back. One of them will probably lose bladder control...
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Posté 17 septembre 2010 - 02:39
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I've always wondered just how Jack handles an imprisonment situation. Wait patiently and then the second she sees a weakness, strike with such fury the entire prison explodes? Or is she causing trouble the second she's put behind bars? The way Kuril and the other prisoner describe her, seems she'd be the latter. But there's the part that amuses me to think she's the former.
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Posté 17 septembre 2010 - 03:02
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As much as this kinda screams corny action movie to me, I really do like the idea of the LI and a maybe a squad breaking Shepard out of jail. Bad one-liners and all.yorkj86 wrote...
It's being hinted at that the Council might try to bring Shepard in on charges of obstruction of justice, among other things.
Jack's a clever girl, so she'll definitely appreciate the humor of being the one to break Shepard out of jail this time around, in ME3.
If they do this, Jack should definitely have some special dialogue compared to what say Ashley or Tali would say in the same situation. Maybe something about Shepard's cell being cushier than anything she's stayed in.
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