supafreak1121 wrote...
ha check this out. I wouldn't mind being that guy....
youtube.com/watch
I'm so pathetic... I'm seething in jealousy and envy for that guy.
supafreak1121 wrote...
ha check this out. I wouldn't mind being that guy....
youtube.com/watch
Rathias0114 wrote...
Psst - guys.
PSST.
I heard a rumour!
The fanfiction is done!
Rathias0114 wrote...
Psst - guys.
PSST.
I heard a rumour!
The fanfiction is done!
supafreak1121 wrote...
WOOOOOOOOOOOOO YEA!!!!!:D:lol:
So when can we see it? If this rumor is true?
Vyndael wrote...
Nice to hear that the fanfic is finished. I wrote a very short one but I'm not sure if I should post it or not. Anyway, here's another picture.
Rathias0114 wrote...
Psst - guys.
PSST.
I heard a rumour!
The fanfiction is done!
Modifié par SgtPotato, 22 février 2010 - 10:52 .
Rathias0114 wrote...
Psst - guys.
PSST.
I heard a rumour!
The fanfiction is done!
Modifié par Vamp44, 22 février 2010 - 10:54 .
Vyndael wrote...
Nice to hear that the fanfic is finished. I wrote a very short one but I'm not sure if I should post it or not. Anyway, here's another picture.
Rathias0114 wrote...
Haha, as much as I would love to - the fanfiction will probably not be posted tonight.
If anything - it will be posted tomorrow. So - if you would like to make sure that you are able to see it, feel free to send me a PM and I will toss you a link to it personally once it is up.
Rooms -- no, cells -- flanked them on either side. The door to one had been blown off its hinges, leaving the interior bare for all to see. Vegetation grew up through cracks in the floor. A set of bunk beds on a rickety frame was the only furniture. The mattresses were stained with dried urine and feces. That wasn't what made the bile rise in Miranda's throat; it was the size of the mattresses. They were smaller than the bed she'd slept on as a girl. The people who'd called this cell home couldn't have been more than five or six. For the first time, she truly understood "They kept children here," she rasped. "How could anyone do this?"
Jack looked back at her and sneered. "You oughta know, cheerleader. You work for 'em."
No. This wasn't Cerberus, wasn't her. This was a perversion: a handful of rogue agents twisting Cerberus' goal of a stronger humanity toward their own sick ends. Miranda was no saint. She'd tortured dozens in the course of her missions and killed more, but never innocents. Never children. She hadn't experimented on them in hopes of creating some Nietzschean supermen then discarded them when they'd served their purpose. That was the domain of monsters like her father. She had standards. So did the Illusive Man. That was why he'd had this facility shut down.
Modifié par jtav, 22 février 2010 - 11:15 .
jtav wrote...
Since we're discussing fanfic, I'd like to share an excerpt from one of my WIPs. It's still very rough, but I thought you might enjoy a sneak preview.Rooms -- no, cells -- flanked them on either side. The door to one had been blown off its hinges, leaving the interior bare for all to see. Vegetation grew up through cracks in the floor. A set of bunk beds on a rickety frame was the only furniture. The mattresses were stained with dried urine and feces. That wasn't what made the bile rise in Miranda's throat; it was the size of the mattresses. They were smaller than the bed she'd slept on as a girl. The people who'd called this cell home couldn't have been more than five or six. For the first time, she truly understood "They kept children here," she rasped. "How could anyone do this?"
Jack looked back at her and sneered. "You oughta know, cheerleader. You work for 'em."
No. This wasn't Cerberus, wasn't her. This was a perversion: a handful of rogue agents twisting Cerberus' goal of a stronger humanity toward their own sick ends. Miranda was no saint. She'd tortured dozens in the course of her missions and killed more, but never innocents. Never children. She hadn't experimented on them in hopes of creating some Nietzschean supermen then discarded them when they'd served their purpose. That was the domain of monsters like her father. She had standards. So did the Illusive Man. That was why he'd had this facility shut down.
Modifié par Vyndael, 22 février 2010 - 11:31 .
Vyndael wrote...
All right, I edited it as quickly as I could. Its short but I might write more to it later on. I'll post some of the vignettes when they're done.
“Can't believe you did it.”
“We did it.”
“Oh. Right. All of you.”
Hands clasped before the chest, eyes closed in prayer. Ignored by all but his kin.
“Who are you praying to?”
“Kalahira.”
“Why? You're alive along with everyone else“.
“No…not everyone.” Black eyes open to gaze upon those survived.
“We failed.”
***
The hand of the abomination falls on us. Crashes down into the abyss like thunder. The platform falls. She follows. He jumps after her. "Miranda!" He reaches for her. Fear. His hand clasps onto her for a moment. She keeps falling into the awaiting darkness. He grabs her and pulls her up before the abomination can claim her in its dying throes. Rolling. Rolling. Darkness falls.
Pain. Shriek of metal. Awakened, he helps us. Smiles on their faces. Hope. Static. Frantic voice. Joker. Streams of light bear down on us. Movement of shadows. "Run!" But they follow.
Voice echoes in the halls. Human. Reapers. Salvation. Destruction. Shallow breaths. Can't stop, keep running.
Dead-end. No, safety. Normandy. Joker. Return fire. Shepard covers us as we run. She jumps, I follow. Rain of metal. No. He runs. Light follows him. Feet leave the ground. Returns when knocked down by the enemy. No. He fights back. Bullet to the head, it falls. Turns to us. "Tell them!" Returns fire. She refuses. NO. She wants to help. Tears in her eyes. She reaches for him. Time is running out.
"You've got to tell them! More are coming!" Turns his back to us.
"Go"
She refuses. "Shepard!" she cries out. He pauses. A sad smile he gives her, unspoken words. Resigned to fate. Returns fire. NO. NO. NO. NO. Must leave. Pull her inside. Difficult. Time is running out.
Electronic voice. AI. Ally. Ten. Wings spread. Nine. Must fly. Eight. Cut off. Must leave. Explosion. Fire follows. Keep flying. Fire does not claim us. Darkness does. Tears fall.
***
Footsteps break him out of his reverie, his eyes going back to their normal state. His companions have remained in their place beside him as he relived his last memory of their leader. Except one. He still hears her footsteps.
The loyalist.
He watches her slowly head for the Normandy and he lets her. He knows what she feels. She is not so very different from himself. He only wishes she does not end up like him.
"Father?" He turns his attention to his son once more. "Yes, Kolyat?"
"Will you stay now? You completed your mission right?" He looks toward the crew for a confirmation but they remain in silence. Thane took it upon himself to speak for them. They knew what was coming. It was only a matter of time.
"No, Kolyat. We have not" He can't help but feel sorry for his son as a look of disappointment flashed across his face. He was abandoning Kolyat yet again.
"Then...what will you do?"
What will we do? We lost the man who brought us all together. What can we hope to accomplish without our fearless leader?
It was then that he remembered some of the last words the Commander spoke.
Make me proud. Make yourselves proud.
Facing the crew instead of his son, he spoke, "We will do what Shepard has been telling us to do since we started our mission" He managed to get the attention of the mourning crew. The galaxy needed them, the only survivors who returned from the Omega-4 relay, if they were going to win this war.
"Fight for the lost" Grim-faced, everyone single one of them nodded in agreement.
From the corner of his eye, he saw the retreating form of the loyalist at the exit before the doors closed behind her.
Its the least we can do after all he has done for us.
Vyndael wrote...
Heh, thanks Vamp. I was more worried about killing off Shepard and leaving Miranda all alone.