laclongquan said:
Am I the only one thinking that Miranda had saved her clone, sorry twin, sister from two decades of being submissive sex slave in the cellar to their presumed father?
Oh, god. Please stop. I just have to thank the gods that Bioware isn't a Japanese RPG Hentai developer. (Or maybe they're supposed to be?)
Right. We return to the Normandy for a nice, pleasant after mission...
Chat.
I'll deal with it.
Take pictures.
Enough! Stand down, both of you!
The cheerleader won't admit what Cerberus did to me was wrong!
It wasn't Cerberus. Not really. But clearly you were a mistake.
My opinion is the one that matters. You two keep a deck apart at all times.
She can't be trusted, Shepard. She'll jeopardize the whole mission.
If we survive this, you two can tear each other apart. Until then, save your hate for the Collectors.
She'll survive. I'll make sure of it.
You two going to be okay?
*Jack leaves without saying anything*
It's a good thing you came by when you did. As long as she does her job, we'll be fine. Thanks, Shepard.
Yeah, but let's chat about your sister. Or whatever you want to talk about, hmm?
Thanks again, Shepard. Taking the time to help me with my sister...I couldn't have reached Oriana in time without your help.
Let me know if I can do anything else.
I think I've got it from here. My father has no chance at finding her family in their new location. But thank you, Commander. My sister is safe again, thanks in large part to you. I won't forget that.
Yeah, that's great. Let's check on the others. How about Thane? What's bothering him?
Is something wrong?
Are you feeling sick? I could get the doctor.
No, no. Though I suppose that is a part of it. My mortality has me...dwelling on things. I had a family, once. I still have a son. His name is Kolyat. I haven't seen him for a very long time.
Oh dear, here we go.
Did something happen to them?
I abandoned them. Oh, not all at once. Nothing dramatic. No sneaking out in the middle of the night. No final argument or slammed door. I just...did my job. I hunted and killed across the galaxy. "Away on business," my wife would tell people. I was always away on business.
So...Mrs. Krios couldn't get any action?
How long has it been since you talked?
Ten years. He showed me some of his schoolwork and asked if we could dance crazy. We did that when he was younger.
What sort of dance is that.
It's-- I CHECKED MY EXTRANET CONTACTS. I EXPECT AN UPDATE ON MY NEXT TARGET. THE CONSOLE PLAYS MUSIC. OLD. UNFASHIONABLE.
That was the drell "Memory Recall". Something they could do to pinpoint exact memories at will. Shep doesn't give a fuck.
There have been complications. I used my contacts to trace Kolyat. He has become - disconnected. He does what his body wills.
You'll have to explain that one to me.
Disconnected. The body is not our true self. The soul is. Body and soul work as one in a Whole Person. When the soul is weakened by despair or fear - when the body is ill or injured, the individual is disconnected. No longer Whole.
Just give it to me straight. I'm not interested in your philosophical BS.
He has gone to the Citadel, and has gained a job as a hit man. I could discover no more.
You don't hire a raw rookie for a contract killing.
I'm afraid someone may have seen we share a name, and assumed we share skills. I don't know why he would accept the task.
Maybe he name-dropped you to get hired.
It's possible. But I don't think so. It doesn't seem right. My name - he should not respect it.
What made him go to the Citadel?
Years ago, I prepared a package for him. A rely of my ill-spent life. I had volus bankers store it and arranged it for delivery when I died. He acquired it early. I really don't know how. I did wet work on the Citadel around the time his mother died. That may be why he went there.
I'll get us to the Citadel as soon as possible.
I'll be meditating until you need me.
Looks like another family drama to tackle. Let's check on Mai Waifuu in Engineering.
Have you got time to talk?
Yes, I'd like that.
No, Tali-chan.
Aishiteruze.
You've never been selfish. If anything, you've spent too much time thinking of the Fleet and not enough thinking of yourself.
That might be true for humans, but quarians are different. We can't just...We have to think of other people, always. If we don't think about the needs of the whole crew, people could get hurt. Maybe even killed. You deserve to...be happy with someone. I can't do that. No matter how much I...I could get sick. Jeopardize the mission.
And if you weren't jeopardizing anything?
If it were just me? I watched you tear into the Thorian on Feros like a force of nature. Nothing could slow you down.
I watched your face as Lieutenant Alenko died on Virmire.
Are you saying you could die if we were together?
It's always a risk. Maybe the reaction would be minor. Maybe it would put me down for a few weeks. Or maybe it would kill me. But...That's not what I'm concerned about, Shepard.
I...I wouldn't blame you, if..but..Oh. Thank you. You don't know what that...Thank you. Give me a little time. I'll do some research. Figure out how to make this work.
What can you do? Can I help?
There are a few ways to temporarily improve my immune system. Immuno-boosters, antibiotic injections, that kind of thing. I'll spare you the details. But trust me, I've got plenty of motivation to figure something out.
Do your research quickly, Miss vas Normandy. Captain's order.
All right. Yes. Definitely. Until then, I should, you know, do something. Repairs. For the mission.
No. There's no mission to gather the herbs or chemicals or drugs for her to have EXTREME skin contact with Shepard. We just have to give her some time. She'll call us when she's ready.
In the mean time, let's satisfy ourselves with....
This.
Tell me something I don't know about you.
Nothing to tell. Why?
Because that's how it works. My ship, my rules.
Got it. Just another boss man wanting to get into my head. I know the drill. Something you don't know, huh? Obvious stuff like what's up with my ink, or something else just as boring? You're not really interested unless it affects you. I've been through all this shit before.
You're a hard person to like, Jack.
Really? I had no idea. What other amazing insights do you have that I'm too stupid to see?
I'll bite. What's with the tattoos?
Some are for prisons I've been in. Some are for kills. You know, good ones. Some are for things I've lost. Those aren't your business. They're nobody's business. And some are because, hey, why the fuck not?
You work pretty hard at not letting people get close.
I've been with lots of people. If you're asking about a boyfriend or girlfriend, no. It's a waste of time and it never works. You let someone get that close, it just means they need a shorter knife. Lonely and alive works just fine, thanks.
You're tough, but you can't have survived alone all these years.
When I was starting out, I ran with this girl Manara and her boyfriend. They knew their way around. I thought they'd help me. Right. They helped me into their bed. And when we finally did take down something big, they helped themselves to my share of the take. I knew where it was heading, and I got them first. Never bothered with friends after that.
They sound like selfish pricks. That doesn't mean they were going to kill you.
I got feelings. I don't need proof. I did the smart thing. I always do the smart thing when people fuck with me. That's probably something you should remember.
I have to go, but we should do this again.
Wait. My turn with the questions. People usually walk by now. Why are you really asking all these things?
Let's
I'd be lying if I said no. You're different.