yorkj86 wrote...
The protagonist in "Portal 2" has her jumpsuit tied about her waist. Reminds me of Jack. That is all.
I can't wait for that game.
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Posté 11 février 2011 - 05:51
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Posté 11 février 2011 - 06:46
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yorkj86 wrote...
The protagonist in "Portal 2" has her jumpsuit tied about her waist. Reminds me of Jack. That is all.
You know, one could make infinite jokes about Jack waking up inside an experimental Cerberus facility and being forced to pass through tests of increasing difficulty... and EDI trying to murder her
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Posté 11 février 2011 - 07:28
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So Shepard slaps Jack's ass as hard as he possibly can. On a scale of 1 to 10, how grave would the consequences be?
Random.
Random.
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Epantiras wrote...
yorkj86 wrote...
The protagonist in "Portal 2" has her jumpsuit tied about her waist. Reminds me of Jack. That is all.
You know, one could make infinite jokes about Jack waking up inside an experimental Cerberus facility and being forced to pass through tests of increasing difficulty... and EDI trying to murder her
Why not just the Teltin facility's VI defense system that operates the defense systems? I think Jack said that the place had automated turrets.
"Are you still there?"
"**** you, you computer ****."
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#17730
Posté 11 février 2011 - 07:54
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Nevermind slapping, goosing. Eitherway, I think it depends how into nookie they are at that moment, otherwise it's a tossup between Jack giving him an incredulous look for daring to do it, or biotic punching him.Sundown Native wrote...
So Shepard slaps Jack's ass as hard as he possibly can. On a scale of 1 to 10, how grave would the consequences be?
Random.
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Posté 11 février 2011 - 10:09
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You know, I didn't get that second one until I started thinking about Vorcha. Heh.
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Posté 11 février 2011 - 11:07
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That reminds me about a Shepard that I imported into ME2 from ME1, who didn't recruit Garrus in ME1. I did that intentionally for the purpose of seeing what would happen in ME2. There was very little difference in dialog in ME2.Epantiras wrote...
Realistically speaking, this is probably what we can expect.Loki330 wrote...
I'm expecting something along the lines of Garrus ME1/2; depending how you go, a few lines reflecting things in the past game. [..]
Here's a vid I found of when you first meet him.
I was told by another member here that if Wrex wasn't recruited, that it's revealed that he died on Tuchanka. I wish I could remember the specifics to that. I found it to be a tad interesting, since it adds a little twist to the norm. It seems like I remember being told that TIM tells Shepard this whenever he/she is asking about former ME1 squad members at Cerberus Station.
You know what? I'm going to import a Shepard right now and use the save editor to modify the ME1 flag so that Wrex wasn't recruited , and I'm going to record what is said, if anything.
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Posté 11 février 2011 - 11:18
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yorkj86 wrote...
The protagonist in "Portal 2" has her jumpsuit tied about her waist. Reminds me of Jack. That is all.
huh thought the protagonists would be 2 robots...gotta see that.
you have a pic/link?
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Posté 11 février 2011 - 11:40
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Captain Iglo wrote...
yorkj86 wrote...
The protagonist in "Portal 2" has her jumpsuit tied about her waist. Reminds me of Jack. That is all.
huh thought the protagonists would be 2 robots...gotta see that.
you have a pic/link?
The two robots are used during co-op sessions, if I'm not mistaken :innocent:
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Well I just recorded what TIM says about Wrex, who this Shepard didn't recruit in ME1. He says that he's on Tuchanka uniting the clans.
However, I do recall now being told that Wreave is actually the clan leader, if you didn't recruit Wrex in ME1. I'm not going to play this particular Shepard until Tuchanka opens up just to find out. I might do that later with some other Shepard in the future though. If that's the case though, then TIM saying that Wrex is uniting the clans appears to be a slip up by the devs.
However, I do recall now being told that Wreave is actually the clan leader, if you didn't recruit Wrex in ME1. I'm not going to play this particular Shepard until Tuchanka opens up just to find out. I might do that later with some other Shepard in the future though. If that's the case though, then TIM saying that Wrex is uniting the clans appears to be a slip up by the devs.
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Is that a bug? Did you save-edit the details of the save-file you were importing, or something? Or does TIM really have no line for Wreav?
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I think it's probably just an oversight by the devs.yorkj86 wrote...
Is that a bug? Did you save-edit the details of the save-file you were importing, or something? Or does TIM really have no line for Wreav?
I took a ME2 save and opened it with the save editor, then I unticked the box "[Henchman] Wrex recruited" in the Plot -> ME1 -> Flags tab. Then I imported it.
I don't believe TIM has a line for Wreave, regardless of the scenario.
I've been thinking about creating a custom ME2 Vangard for another playthrough. I think I'll go ahead and show Wrex as not recruited with him. I'm curious now. I think that I remember being told that you hear from someone or on a radio somewhere in the game, that Wrex dies on Tunchanka, if he isn't recruited in ME1, and Wreave is the clan leader.
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Posté 12 février 2011 - 06:39
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yorkj86 wrote...
The protagonist in "Portal 2" has her jumpsuit tied about her waist. Reminds me of Jack. That is all.
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axl99 wrote...
yorkj86 wrote...
The protagonist in "Portal 2" has her jumpsuit tied about her waist. Reminds me of Jack. That is all.
-snip-
Yay! That's really cool
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Posté 12 février 2011 - 08:36
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Jack + Portal = Best game ever?
Also, found this funny dialogue in the 'Post your own party banter thread'
(becomes relevent towards end)
Also, found this funny dialogue in the 'Post your own party banter thread'
(becomes relevent towards end)
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To the hottest stud
Not Shepard, but the one who knows
How to polish guns.
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I guess you mean me?
Just who are you anyway?
Strange way to leave notes.
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Oh! You responded!
I thought this would be hidden.
It should be blatant.
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What is up with you?
Kasumi you're a strange one.
Who else writes haiku?
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Where's the fun in that?
The game would never begin.
Just try to find me.
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I'll just pass, thank you.
You're good at hiding, you know?
Not much fun for me.
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Ah, don't quit so soon.
Just think: it's so dangerous.
But the prize...
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I hate you, you know?
And aren't you missing something?
Like two syllables?
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You do not mean that.
And it works perfectly well.
If you stretch the 'i'.
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But the pri-i-i
i-i-i-i-i-i-i
i-i-i-i-ze?
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Jacob, your sharp wit,
As sharp as your washboard abs,
Ignites my passion.
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You have one odd mind.
I'd take you seriously,
Except that I don't.
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Your words sting, Jacob.
But that's your charm. One more round:
Just one last appeal.
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If you will abide.
Make your appeal to me.
See if I consent.
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Not to be forward
But be a pirate. Take booty
However you want.
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If it means that much
to you: my shower at six?
Sneak in. Surprise me.
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Is that a challenge?
My sneak suit will be... useless.
The thrill of the hunt!
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Jack, I hate you. Lots.
That was so mortifying!
How could you do that?
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Why so angry, girl?
At least you got a free show.
And I took pictures!
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axl99 wrote...
yorkj86 wrote...
The protagonist in "Portal 2" has her jumpsuit tied about her waist. Reminds me of Jack. That is all.
[awesome pic]
can't wait to see the finished version!!!
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Posté 12 février 2011 - 10:27
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Epantiras wrote...
axl99 wrote...
yorkj86 wrote...
The protagonist in "Portal 2" has her jumpsuit tied about her waist. Reminds me of Jack. That is all.
[awesome pic]
Seconded! Though as we saw on Purgatory, Jack is very efficient at making her own portals through solid objects
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Ah...So...Yeah. Remember that talk about indoctrination?
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It was over.
Corpses decorated the flesh of this world. Everyone we loathed, and resented. Everyone we’ve known and loved. Everyone we had yet to meet; to discover their traits, perks, and faults.
Everyone was dead.
But it was over.
Our monuments, trophies, histories. The landscapes we cherished, and the pedestals we set them upon. They were broken down, cracked and burned. Chiseled and struck. Until it was nothing more than a pile of dust. Memories reduced to a worthless clump of dirt.
History was dead.
But it was over.
The skies had been colored a reddish brown, polluted by godlike machines, killing all that its eyes touched. The earth was scorched. Trees burned into the winds, and the fires that freed them had spread its wings, allowing all into its heavenly chaos. Whether they consented or not.
In the end, it consumed everything. Nothing was as it had once been. The world we knew as our own, the home we sought to defend, was gone.
Earth was dead.
But it was over.
There is no price we won’t pay to live. Voiced, or otherwise. There is no price we won’t pay to love. The experiences make us stronger.
But what happens when we pay too much? What happens when everything we’ve fought for perishes before our eyes?
What happens when you’re forced to throw everything away?
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I couldn’t keep my hands from shaking. I felt cold, even with the hard suit’s warmth blanketing my entire body. I clawed at the dirt, trying to keep from falling into where I was left; a large ditch, born of a misplaced shot intended for me. If it had shone its light over one part of my body, I’d have been dead, unable to tell the tale I’m about to tell. I suffered extreme difficulties with my suit. Medi-gel couldn’t be dispensed. Kinetic barriers were depleted. And I could not breathe.
For the moment, I was claustrophobic, tossing the helmet I’d been wearing to the wind, the minute I found solid ground to lie upon. I found myself breaking into said wind, once I realized I wasn’t far from that hole in the ground. That grave, dug out specifically for me. Instead, hundreds of others had taken my place.
They didn’t deserve this. No one did.
I had forgotten my rifle, in that hole. But I wasn’t ready to fetch it. There was no immediate use for the weapon, after all; it was all over. We defeated the Reapers. It had taken two years, but damn it, we won.
No longer would I have to convince anyone that they were a threat. No longer would I have to break the rules I’d made for myself, to rally the rest of the galaxy to stop this…End.
I finished what I set out to do. By all counts, I should have been happy.
But…
Thoughts had rushed my head. I started thinking about the casualties. Then I started worrying whether anyone had still been alive. There was not a man, woman, or child within sight that was alive. Anyone that had been, I could not see; dust had plagued my eyes, obstructing my line of sight towards anything that wasn’t within arm’s reach. I kept silent, and stood up, pressing into the storm. I had to find someone. I couldn’t have been the only one to survive.
It was getting harder to breathe. The further I got, the worse my condition became. Particles of dust began to scrape at my eyes, causing them to water. I began to rub them intensely, pressing forward to continue my search.
I had barely caught a break in the storm. A small clearing had been laid out, before me. And with it, a silhouette of a figure that had been passing by.
“HEY!” I called out, hoping that whoever it was would hear me. I had not the strength to make the trek towards it. Or at least, it was what I believed. Regardless, I pressed forward, repeating the call.
It did not answer. Thoughts began swirling around my head, providing a multitude of reasons as to why I’d been ignored. Yet all those thoughts were defeated by my own logic; the storm was especially fierce. There was no calling out to anyone, with winds of this velocity. I had to get closer.
With newfound strength, I rushed forward, quicker than I had done, before. The winds had fought me at every step, and the dust had done its best to obstruct my path. But I had made it, ultimately. The storm had passed me by, and I, it. And my newfound vision had been used to look upon the silhouette, which had now been as recognizable as ever.
Words could not describe how happy I had been, at that moment.
“Jack!” I called out. And as I did, it felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from my soul. The muscles on face acted against my wishes, causing me to smile, as I said her name. I felt as if I could do anything, and I cursed myself for taking as long as I did to get through the storm. I walked towards her, feeling a fresh gust of wind press against my face.
“Where is everyone?” I asked. But was given no response. She never even looked towards me. This was to be expected, I thought. I remember her doing this – acting this way – hundreds of times over. She had been kicking at the dust, as she walked; her steel toed boots clanking against something as heavy as it was. I glanced down, out of curiosity, and found that she’d been kicking her own shotgun. It sliced through the dust with every blow, and rested against the shard of purplish blue metal. No doubt left behind from the explosion that killed the last Reaper.
I expected her to notice that I was here..But she just kept walking. Her eyes had been glazed over, and the way she kicked at the weapon seemed almost…rhythmic.
“Jack?” I called, one more time. She neared the shard, as she gazed into seemingly nothing. I felt myself stomp forward, feeling that weight slowly being placed back into me. Like the last piece of a puzzle.
“Oh, god..” Emanated through me, as I attempt to call her once more. “Jack!?”
Almost as if it were in tune, Jack’s foot had hit the base of shotgun, which held in place. The sudden resistance acted against her, and she had doubled over. Her legs had buckled, and her knees stuck against the broken plate, completing her fall onto floor.
As the weight within me latched back onto my soul, I shot forward, rushing to aid the woman I loved.
“JACK!”
I slid beside her, and held her in my arms. “No..” I said. My grip on her tightened, as I fumbled for self control. “No, no, Jack, answer me! Goddamnit, answer me!” My eyes had begun to water, and I had done nothing to stop it. All that I had been concerned with was seemingly slipping away from me. “Please, no..” I pleaded, hoping that this was all just a trick. A dream, or a prank maybe. If it were, it was in bad taste. But I could forgive it. I could forgive anything if it meant getting her back.
My head had lost the strength to hold upright, and had rested against her shoulder. Tears began streaming from my eyes. It instantly became hard for me to breathe, again. I could hear footsteps approaching me, but I had found myself without the will to find out who it was.
I forced my head back up, gazing into eyes that refused to gaze back at mine. “This..This is nothing, okay?” I assured her, even though I knew she couldn’t hear me. “We’ll find a cure, we’ll—“
“Shepard..” A familiar, Australian-accented voice had called.
“We’ll get help for you. I’ll -- I’ll get every goddamned scientist in the galaxy…” As much as I tried, I could not finish those words.
“Shepard..” That voice called again.
“Goddamnit, don’t leave me…” I cried, as I began to hug her. “Please…”
I have suffered a many great losses, in my time. From the deaths of my friends and family to my comrades on Akuze. From Kaidan Alenko’s life to my own. I was hard hit. I told myself I could prevent these things from happening if I had just done things differently. If I had fought harder on Mindoir, maybe my mother and father would still be alive. Maybe everyone I knew before would still be here, aiding me, in this time of despair.
If I had been more alert, maybe it wouldn’t have just been me and Toombs that survived, on Akuze. Maybe more of us would have lived. Maybe even all of us.
If I had been a few seconds faster, I could have saved both Kaidan and Ashley, instead of having to choose. Tali once told me “it couldn’t be done” was said about a lot of things that I eventually did. So why not then? Why couldn’t I at least TRY?
And if I had paid more attention to those that I claimed I loved, maybe I’d still be happy. Maybe that weight that I carried around – that guilty feeling – would have left, and never returned. Maybe it never would have surfaced.
Maybe Jack would still be here.
“Shepard.” That voice called, one more time, placing a hand against my shoulders. It was then that I turned to see who it was.
Miranda stood behind me, encased in the same suit of armor as I had been in. The winds that had blown against us set strands of her hair into the distance, waving at the sun that burned down onto us.
I wanted her to say something. Anything. Anything that she could to reassure me. But when her lips had parted, all I heard was silence. Her eyes had mirrored my own.
She looked me, saddened by what she had seen, and that she couldn’t say anything to help. She had broken her gaze, eyeing the pistol being magnetized onto my suit. She knew there was only one thing Jack would have wanted, if this had ever happened to her. We had no other options.
Her eyes resumed its gaze back into mine. “End it,” she said, without words. “It’s what she would want.”
Her hand had slowly slipped from its place on my shoulders, as Miranda began to make the long journey back to the squad, who had been approaching faster than she had. She raised her hand, and shouted orders I could no longer hear. A few seconds later, they all turned and departed. It was all Miranda knew she could do.
The tears never stopped coming. Knowing how this was going to end made it even harder for me to stop them. I hugged her one last time, as long as I possibly could.
“I’m so sorry…” I whispered. “I’m so sorry.”
I removed the pistol from its holster, and struggled to keep it within my grasp. My hands were shaking beyond belief, to the point that I had to use both of my hands just to keep it from falling.
“Please forgive me..” I said through sobs, as I steadied my aim. My fingers twitched away from the trigger, begging me not to pull it. When they found its grip, I slowly shut my eyes, uneager to see what I was about to do. I had begun sobbing uncontrollably.
“I’m so sorry..I’m so sorry.”
Whatever willpower I had left in my body had been scrounged up, to do one last thing.
“AAAAAAAAAH!”
…There were no words, that day.
There is no price we won’t pay to live. There is no price we won’t pay to love.
I finished what I set out to do.
I defeated the Reapers.
...But now I realize the cost was too great…
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It was over.
Corpses decorated the flesh of this world. Everyone we loathed, and resented. Everyone we’ve known and loved. Everyone we had yet to meet; to discover their traits, perks, and faults.
Everyone was dead.
But it was over.
Our monuments, trophies, histories. The landscapes we cherished, and the pedestals we set them upon. They were broken down, cracked and burned. Chiseled and struck. Until it was nothing more than a pile of dust. Memories reduced to a worthless clump of dirt.
History was dead.
But it was over.
The skies had been colored a reddish brown, polluted by godlike machines, killing all that its eyes touched. The earth was scorched. Trees burned into the winds, and the fires that freed them had spread its wings, allowing all into its heavenly chaos. Whether they consented or not.
In the end, it consumed everything. Nothing was as it had once been. The world we knew as our own, the home we sought to defend, was gone.
Earth was dead.
But it was over.
There is no price we won’t pay to live. Voiced, or otherwise. There is no price we won’t pay to love. The experiences make us stronger.
But what happens when we pay too much? What happens when everything we’ve fought for perishes before our eyes?
What happens when you’re forced to throw everything away?
--
I couldn’t keep my hands from shaking. I felt cold, even with the hard suit’s warmth blanketing my entire body. I clawed at the dirt, trying to keep from falling into where I was left; a large ditch, born of a misplaced shot intended for me. If it had shone its light over one part of my body, I’d have been dead, unable to tell the tale I’m about to tell. I suffered extreme difficulties with my suit. Medi-gel couldn’t be dispensed. Kinetic barriers were depleted. And I could not breathe.
For the moment, I was claustrophobic, tossing the helmet I’d been wearing to the wind, the minute I found solid ground to lie upon. I found myself breaking into said wind, once I realized I wasn’t far from that hole in the ground. That grave, dug out specifically for me. Instead, hundreds of others had taken my place.
They didn’t deserve this. No one did.
I had forgotten my rifle, in that hole. But I wasn’t ready to fetch it. There was no immediate use for the weapon, after all; it was all over. We defeated the Reapers. It had taken two years, but damn it, we won.
No longer would I have to convince anyone that they were a threat. No longer would I have to break the rules I’d made for myself, to rally the rest of the galaxy to stop this…End.
I finished what I set out to do. By all counts, I should have been happy.
But…
Thoughts had rushed my head. I started thinking about the casualties. Then I started worrying whether anyone had still been alive. There was not a man, woman, or child within sight that was alive. Anyone that had been, I could not see; dust had plagued my eyes, obstructing my line of sight towards anything that wasn’t within arm’s reach. I kept silent, and stood up, pressing into the storm. I had to find someone. I couldn’t have been the only one to survive.
It was getting harder to breathe. The further I got, the worse my condition became. Particles of dust began to scrape at my eyes, causing them to water. I began to rub them intensely, pressing forward to continue my search.
I had barely caught a break in the storm. A small clearing had been laid out, before me. And with it, a silhouette of a figure that had been passing by.
“HEY!” I called out, hoping that whoever it was would hear me. I had not the strength to make the trek towards it. Or at least, it was what I believed. Regardless, I pressed forward, repeating the call.
It did not answer. Thoughts began swirling around my head, providing a multitude of reasons as to why I’d been ignored. Yet all those thoughts were defeated by my own logic; the storm was especially fierce. There was no calling out to anyone, with winds of this velocity. I had to get closer.
With newfound strength, I rushed forward, quicker than I had done, before. The winds had fought me at every step, and the dust had done its best to obstruct my path. But I had made it, ultimately. The storm had passed me by, and I, it. And my newfound vision had been used to look upon the silhouette, which had now been as recognizable as ever.
Words could not describe how happy I had been, at that moment.
“Jack!” I called out. And as I did, it felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from my soul. The muscles on face acted against my wishes, causing me to smile, as I said her name. I felt as if I could do anything, and I cursed myself for taking as long as I did to get through the storm. I walked towards her, feeling a fresh gust of wind press against my face.
“Where is everyone?” I asked. But was given no response. She never even looked towards me. This was to be expected, I thought. I remember her doing this – acting this way – hundreds of times over. She had been kicking at the dust, as she walked; her steel toed boots clanking against something as heavy as it was. I glanced down, out of curiosity, and found that she’d been kicking her own shotgun. It sliced through the dust with every blow, and rested against the shard of purplish blue metal. No doubt left behind from the explosion that killed the last Reaper.
I expected her to notice that I was here..But she just kept walking. Her eyes had been glazed over, and the way she kicked at the weapon seemed almost…rhythmic.
“Jack?” I called, one more time. She neared the shard, as she gazed into seemingly nothing. I felt myself stomp forward, feeling that weight slowly being placed back into me. Like the last piece of a puzzle.
“Oh, god..” Emanated through me, as I attempt to call her once more. “Jack!?”
Almost as if it were in tune, Jack’s foot had hit the base of shotgun, which held in place. The sudden resistance acted against her, and she had doubled over. Her legs had buckled, and her knees stuck against the broken plate, completing her fall onto floor.
As the weight within me latched back onto my soul, I shot forward, rushing to aid the woman I loved.
“JACK!”
I slid beside her, and held her in my arms. “No..” I said. My grip on her tightened, as I fumbled for self control. “No, no, Jack, answer me! Goddamnit, answer me!” My eyes had begun to water, and I had done nothing to stop it. All that I had been concerned with was seemingly slipping away from me. “Please, no..” I pleaded, hoping that this was all just a trick. A dream, or a prank maybe. If it were, it was in bad taste. But I could forgive it. I could forgive anything if it meant getting her back.
My head had lost the strength to hold upright, and had rested against her shoulder. Tears began streaming from my eyes. It instantly became hard for me to breathe, again. I could hear footsteps approaching me, but I had found myself without the will to find out who it was.
I forced my head back up, gazing into eyes that refused to gaze back at mine. “This..This is nothing, okay?” I assured her, even though I knew she couldn’t hear me. “We’ll find a cure, we’ll—“
“Shepard..” A familiar, Australian-accented voice had called.
“We’ll get help for you. I’ll -- I’ll get every goddamned scientist in the galaxy…” As much as I tried, I could not finish those words.
“Shepard..” That voice called again.
“Goddamnit, don’t leave me…” I cried, as I began to hug her. “Please…”
I have suffered a many great losses, in my time. From the deaths of my friends and family to my comrades on Akuze. From Kaidan Alenko’s life to my own. I was hard hit. I told myself I could prevent these things from happening if I had just done things differently. If I had fought harder on Mindoir, maybe my mother and father would still be alive. Maybe everyone I knew before would still be here, aiding me, in this time of despair.
If I had been more alert, maybe it wouldn’t have just been me and Toombs that survived, on Akuze. Maybe more of us would have lived. Maybe even all of us.
If I had been a few seconds faster, I could have saved both Kaidan and Ashley, instead of having to choose. Tali once told me “it couldn’t be done” was said about a lot of things that I eventually did. So why not then? Why couldn’t I at least TRY?
And if I had paid more attention to those that I claimed I loved, maybe I’d still be happy. Maybe that weight that I carried around – that guilty feeling – would have left, and never returned. Maybe it never would have surfaced.
Maybe Jack would still be here.
“Shepard.” That voice called, one more time, placing a hand against my shoulders. It was then that I turned to see who it was.
Miranda stood behind me, encased in the same suit of armor as I had been in. The winds that had blown against us set strands of her hair into the distance, waving at the sun that burned down onto us.
I wanted her to say something. Anything. Anything that she could to reassure me. But when her lips had parted, all I heard was silence. Her eyes had mirrored my own.
She looked me, saddened by what she had seen, and that she couldn’t say anything to help. She had broken her gaze, eyeing the pistol being magnetized onto my suit. She knew there was only one thing Jack would have wanted, if this had ever happened to her. We had no other options.
Her eyes resumed its gaze back into mine. “End it,” she said, without words. “It’s what she would want.”
Her hand had slowly slipped from its place on my shoulders, as Miranda began to make the long journey back to the squad, who had been approaching faster than she had. She raised her hand, and shouted orders I could no longer hear. A few seconds later, they all turned and departed. It was all Miranda knew she could do.
The tears never stopped coming. Knowing how this was going to end made it even harder for me to stop them. I hugged her one last time, as long as I possibly could.
“I’m so sorry…” I whispered. “I’m so sorry.”
I removed the pistol from its holster, and struggled to keep it within my grasp. My hands were shaking beyond belief, to the point that I had to use both of my hands just to keep it from falling.
“Please forgive me..” I said through sobs, as I steadied my aim. My fingers twitched away from the trigger, begging me not to pull it. When they found its grip, I slowly shut my eyes, uneager to see what I was about to do. I had begun sobbing uncontrollably.
“I’m so sorry..I’m so sorry.”
Whatever willpower I had left in my body had been scrounged up, to do one last thing.
“AAAAAAAAAH!”
…There were no words, that day.
There is no price we won’t pay to live. There is no price we won’t pay to love.
I finished what I set out to do.
I defeated the Reapers.
...But now I realize the cost was too great…
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Posté 12 février 2011 - 07:43
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It's as sad and depressing as I knew it would be. Let's avoid this in ME3, shall we?
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Posté 12 février 2011 - 08:15
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That haiku banter was awesome.GodWood wrote...
Also, found this funny dialogue in the 'Post your own party banter thread'
(becomes relevent towards end)Dean_the_Young wrote...
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Mischevious Jack is my favorite Jack
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Posté 12 février 2011 - 08:17
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yorkj86 wrote...
It was good though, but....................yeah.
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Posté 12 février 2011 - 08:25
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:crying::crying::crying::crying:!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Posté 12 février 2011 - 11:17
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GeneralSlotts193 wrote...
yorkj86 wrote...
It was good though, but....................yeah.
That bad, huh?
My bad.
