Aria's Advisor (Mass Effect SI)
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Xeno Major
Sensei Rower
My mind and willpower getting crushed and torn to shreds isn't exactly my idea of a hot date. It's only hot if the Asari wants it to be.
I have, and I find them quite interesting. However, while the Journal SI is an interesting idea, it's not one that I particularly like. In my opinion, a person dropped into a story should be capable of surviving the story, or they should die in a realistic way. I'll read it, and enjoy it, and I'll probably never write one.SwiftRosenthal said:
- Location
- West Michigan
I'm just saying, after that thing with the wedge ammo, your SI "discovering" those exploits would actually be vaguely plausible.Xeno Major said:
Xeno Major
Sensei Rower
Not really. I understand a lot of physics concepts, but I came real close to failing my grade 11 Physics class, and after that the closest I stepped to a Physics classroom was college Astronomy. The stuff I pick out will be similar, but not in a 'exploiting the Laws of Physics' kind of way.SwiftRosenthal said:
Mostly, I avoid this stuff because a large chunk of it is based of what we currently believe to be the Laws of Physics, and I'm running with the assumption that in one hundred and seventy years in the future, we've learned a lot more than what we know right now.
No, I'm actually having my will crushed here.Jomasten said:
That omake with Sheogorath? The start of it mentioned that she'd basically crushed my mind. Here ya go, for reference:
She was told by Tevos to find out whatever I knew. If it was bad enough, she had orders to literally shred my nervous system and make my brains ooze out my ears. If the information wasn't too extreme, she was going to send me back to Aria with the higher functions of my mind gone. I'd be able to eat, drink, and follow orders, but I'd be unable to concentrate or actually think. Just because Tevos is Aria's tool doesn't mean she's perfectly loyal.Xeno Major said:
The Mass Effect 'verse is, in actuality, Cthulhu-lite.
In the Cthulhu 'verse, if you scratch at the surface, the horrors of the universe will drive you nuts, but you can still somewhat function. In the Mass Effect 'verse, if you scratch too hard at the surface, the government will drive you nuts on purpose.
How many 'conspiracy theorists' were actually crazy, and not induced and molded into that state so that nobody would ever believe them?
Ardat Yakshi are incapable of controlling themselves in the meld, crushing their victim's brain, it's why Morinth had to be dominating bitch. If you experiment enough with the meld, trying to control it, you can achieve the same purpose.
Fuck, Vasir might permanently make me incapable of thinking of an Asari in that way, lest I remember how close I came to being brain-dead.
Remember, I'm trying to emphasize thinking about everything in depth, to it's furthest extension, so that a person can undersand everything. In short, apply Fridge Logic, Brilliance, and Horror to everything, no exceptions.
Xeno Major
Sensei Rower
Sorry, just that this is probably one of the most serious things I've ever written, and I had to immerse myself into the sudden realization of "Oh shit, she's going to kill me!"
There's a few leftover traces of the writing session left on my psyche right now, they'll fade away soon enough.
There's a few leftover traces of the writing session left on my psyche right now, they'll fade away soon enough.
Álli Méra
Sometimes I forget my name
Ok sorry if I shouldn't do this, but I started posting a reply and it became this disjointed mess of an Omake
In 2153 the Existance of the Web board SpaceBattles a largely human dominated group, was discovered. In recent years it has also gained popularity among Salarians and a subset of Turians, with a small population of others most notably however is the Elcor Admin known by the title YouGotStrogged. His sarcasm is considered legendary. The discovery Terrified the Citadel council for three reasons.
1) Members were paranoid, but within reason.
2) Spacebattles Hobbyists worked on problems that divisions of scientists were only just scratching at the surface of. However most of these hobbyists quote, "At sufficient Velocity," enough to cause serious worry.
3) With a member count that was steadily working it's way into the two and a half million mark, there were several outlier members (Around two hundred or so) That admit, openly, to being synthetic. Investigation has proved that around about sixty or seventy were definitely telling truth. With another eleven or so inconclusive. At least four are Geth.
In 2153 the Existance of the Web board SpaceBattles a largely human dominated group, was discovered. In recent years it has also gained popularity among Salarians and a subset of Turians, with a small population of others most notably however is the Elcor Admin known by the title YouGotStrogged. His sarcasm is considered legendary. The discovery Terrified the Citadel council for three reasons.
1) Members were paranoid, but within reason.
2) Spacebattles Hobbyists worked on problems that divisions of scientists were only just scratching at the surface of. However most of these hobbyists quote, "At sufficient Velocity," enough to cause serious worry.
3) With a member count that was steadily working it's way into the two and a half million mark, there were several outlier members (Around two hundred or so) That admit, openly, to being synthetic. Investigation has proved that around about sixty or seventy were definitely telling truth. With another eleven or so inconclusive. At least four are Geth.
Xeno Major
Sensei Rower
Don't care if it's disjointed, that's definitely getting included in the Chap as an omake, as will any other such omakes.
Perhaps it's a good thing for the canon universe that Spacebattles in-story is in-name-only. Otherwise...
Well, the minium safe distance might not be possible, even theoretically.
Perhaps it's a good thing for the canon universe that Spacebattles in-story is in-name-only. Otherwise...
Well, the minium safe distance might not be possible, even theoretically.
Xeno Major
Sensei Rower
Retsof said:
Xeno Major
Sensei Rower
maguado87 said:
Xeno Major
Sensei Rower
TikiTau
Commander Pangolinski
- Location
- Texas
*click*Xeno Major said:
.. ... ...
*starts giggling incessantly* Oh man, when /The Mad God/ says you're crazy...xD
- Location
- Little Rock, AR
Well I have been making jokes about this. But she's been riding him raw with the sould purpose of stealing everything that makes him him from in a fashion that's a deeper violation than any man or woman alive has suffered on this earth. It's remarkable he's holding up this well and I can only put it down to double standards and preparedness. If after this is all over he curled up like a whiny bitch for five chapters well I wouldn't be surprised or think him poor for it.
Álli Méra
Sometimes I forget my name
Nor anyone I would think.Larekko12 said:
Xeno Major
Sensei Rower
...not sure I want to tell you...Carrnage said:
Little off topic, but okay... Just keep the off-topic stuff to a minimum, okay?
Yeah... I'm an asshole to myself, aren't I?Larekko12 said:
As a rough rule of thumb, for every awesome moment I get, I get one bad moment and one OH SHI- moment. This one is making up for a few bits earlier, then I'll be starting anew, so to speak.
Xeno Major
Sensei Rower
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Xeno Major
Sensei Rower
Next time, on Aria's Advisor! Hilarity ensues when the Author double-posts for great justice, confusing many and pleasure for the rest!
Chapter 5.9 (Snip 10)
A quick flash of mental agility by the human, trying to access some memory, but Vasir clamps down on it instantly, paralyzing the boy once more, preventing him from using thought-speak or accessing any memories to distract her.
She moves to absorb the memory he was about to access, then pauses.
Clamping down once more on his brain, she makes sure he is locked down nice and tight, then adds a mental logic puzzle lock on top of it. If he manages to wiggle out of that hold, he'd have to solve the problem first. Then, on a whim, she added a lock fashioned out of a higher tier pure math problem.
Good luck figuring that one out, she can't help but say to the boy's bound and gagged mind, not that he could respond in any possible way. If he could, she was sure he'd be swearing like a Justicar's victim.
Now with the boy securely out of the way, she isolates the memory he was trying to frantically access, but stops before bringing it into her own mind to 'absorb' it.
This was, after all, the memory that the boy had been trying to access, and it was in all likelihood a mental trap or a flare. The boy didn't seem to have gotten any mental training from an Asari skilled in the meld, but that in itself could mean he got training from one of the best. Another possibility was that he instinctively reached for a memory he thought would distract her, even without training.
Unfortunately, she could not afford to leave any memory out, in case the memory held some key context or encounter that would give the rest of the memories a second or third meaning, or Goddess forbid anything more complex than that, because she suspected that this human just might, if only because it amused him.
Walling off whatever she could afford to isolate of her own mind, she balanced protecting her own sanity with actually understanding the memory in question. If she didn't block anything, she had the best chance of comprehending and sorting the memory properly, but if it was a trap, she'd take the full blast, so to speak.
Knowing this kid's personality thus far, she carefully sectioned off the most vital parts of her brain and prepared for something… impossible.
There were no images, just a quiet, high pitched tune starting up, reminiscent of some human carnival music she'd heard once. It was just as annoying now as it was then, but… there was something missing. Something was wrong. The notes sounded… decrepit, or creaky and old. Goddess, she was a Spectre, not a musician.
Then the music changed. It got louder, dropping off the short odd notes for a more sweeping horn, organ, and piano assembly, though the creepiness stayed strong.
Then something spoke.
"Grinning down through the gates, watch the night suff-o-cate, all the light as it smothers the sun. I can tell by the moon, you'll be joining me soon, as a Guest in my Fortress of Fun!"
What.
She tried to push the memory away, but it was too late; her mind had grasped enough of the memory's substance that it was impossible to send it back to the human. She had to endure it all, as the memory was now hers.
Girding her soul with the iron willpower she'd developed over five hundred years of war, she tried to ignore the song, but it's eerie tone and curiously dangerous voice lured out her out, as the chorus echoed in her mind.
"Face it Bats – you'd be lost without mee!"
Thankfully, after a mere three minutes, the short audio memory was over, and she could investigate his mind properly for once.
Curiously, all of his memories seemed to be from Earth, but he must have been brought up in some tourist throwback, because the technology seemed… very primitive. Despite that, the people he encountered on his travels around the planet were just as smart as some of the people she knew, albeit in different ways.
A loving mother figure, constantly back and forth with her job as a medical professional, a more remote father figure (Goddess, why did these humans have to have two genders?) that was stern and stoic, but whose words of praise were worth gold. Two distant-yet-close siblings, both older, and expectations mounted on him because of his status as the last child.
A while later (the meaning of time in the meld is… malleable), she thought she had him pinned as an insecure and scared little child trying to pretend to be a man; at least that's what the memory of him getting beaten into a pulp in his martial arts class seemed to suggest, as well as the other brutal fights he was beaten in seemed to suggest. Humans didn't develop emotionally faster than Asari did, right?
Wrong. Further along, after analyzing his first sixteen years, he changed as he slowly grew in the foreign boarding school his parents had sent him to, in order to increase his chances for success. Morphing into more of a careful, cautioned human being, he tried to be mature in front of his friends, but the stark change told them the truth. After a mere couple of months, he abandoned the façade, and embraced what he believed himself to be; with good timing too, just as he ventured forward with his literal crew to the national championships of rowing, only for his good spirits to be crushed by a crude semi-final assessment that kept them from the final, putting an end to his quest for a gold medal.
Good friends, close calls, and interesting experiences molded clothing and armor upon him, shaping him gradually until he reached his current state just as he entered the last year of his time at boarding school. Sport was set to the side, though he devoted himself more to his martial art in both the physical and philosophical sides, despite admitting to himself that it was very unlikely he would attain the coveted black belt. The foreign nature of the school also helped influence him, breaking him of his assumed political and social opinions and forcing him to think, as well as to listen and watch rather than shout and charge.
His last year before college saw him taking in younger children in the boarding house, tutoring them and instructing them in curious mental challenges, breaking the very way they thought and altering it. She could not tell if this was a good thing or not, but what she knew for sure was that by the time he entered college, he was not normal by any definition of the word.
All of this was merely a breakdown of him, however, and once she acquired the memories she had to retreat to the sanctity of her own secured mind to review the memories and attempt to understand the complexities of the vocal tone, of the things he saw and read, and more beyond.
That was most definitely not the normal way of doing things. Normally, she would have made a judgment by now, and condemned him to death by ripping apart his mind so that she could acquire the core of his mind. It was, in many senses, a cipher to decode the particular way he viewed life, much like the Prothean Cipher that Commander Shepard had acquired from Shiala on Feros when she fought the Thorian and rescued the colonists and what the fuck.
Chapter 5.9 (Snip 10)
A quick flash of mental agility by the human, trying to access some memory, but Vasir clamps down on it instantly, paralyzing the boy once more, preventing him from using thought-speak or accessing any memories to distract her.
She moves to absorb the memory he was about to access, then pauses.
Clamping down once more on his brain, she makes sure he is locked down nice and tight, then adds a mental logic puzzle lock on top of it. If he manages to wiggle out of that hold, he'd have to solve the problem first. Then, on a whim, she added a lock fashioned out of a higher tier pure math problem.
Good luck figuring that one out, she can't help but say to the boy's bound and gagged mind, not that he could respond in any possible way. If he could, she was sure he'd be swearing like a Justicar's victim.
Now with the boy securely out of the way, she isolates the memory he was trying to frantically access, but stops before bringing it into her own mind to 'absorb' it.
This was, after all, the memory that the boy had been trying to access, and it was in all likelihood a mental trap or a flare. The boy didn't seem to have gotten any mental training from an Asari skilled in the meld, but that in itself could mean he got training from one of the best. Another possibility was that he instinctively reached for a memory he thought would distract her, even without training.
Unfortunately, she could not afford to leave any memory out, in case the memory held some key context or encounter that would give the rest of the memories a second or third meaning, or Goddess forbid anything more complex than that, because she suspected that this human just might, if only because it amused him.
Walling off whatever she could afford to isolate of her own mind, she balanced protecting her own sanity with actually understanding the memory in question. If she didn't block anything, she had the best chance of comprehending and sorting the memory properly, but if it was a trap, she'd take the full blast, so to speak.
Knowing this kid's personality thus far, she carefully sectioned off the most vital parts of her brain and prepared for something… impossible.
There were no images, just a quiet, high pitched tune starting up, reminiscent of some human carnival music she'd heard once. It was just as annoying now as it was then, but… there was something missing. Something was wrong. The notes sounded… decrepit, or creaky and old. Goddess, she was a Spectre, not a musician.
Then the music changed. It got louder, dropping off the short odd notes for a more sweeping horn, organ, and piano assembly, though the creepiness stayed strong.
Then something spoke.
"Grinning down through the gates, watch the night suff-o-cate, all the light as it smothers the sun. I can tell by the moon, you'll be joining me soon, as a Guest in my Fortress of Fun!"
What.
She tried to push the memory away, but it was too late; her mind had grasped enough of the memory's substance that it was impossible to send it back to the human. She had to endure it all, as the memory was now hers.
Girding her soul with the iron willpower she'd developed over five hundred years of war, she tried to ignore the song, but it's eerie tone and curiously dangerous voice lured out her out, as the chorus echoed in her mind.
"Face it Bats – you'd be lost without mee!"
Thankfully, after a mere three minutes, the short audio memory was over, and she could investigate his mind properly for once.
Curiously, all of his memories seemed to be from Earth, but he must have been brought up in some tourist throwback, because the technology seemed… very primitive. Despite that, the people he encountered on his travels around the planet were just as smart as some of the people she knew, albeit in different ways.
A loving mother figure, constantly back and forth with her job as a medical professional, a more remote father figure (Goddess, why did these humans have to have two genders?) that was stern and stoic, but whose words of praise were worth gold. Two distant-yet-close siblings, both older, and expectations mounted on him because of his status as the last child.
A while later (the meaning of time in the meld is… malleable), she thought she had him pinned as an insecure and scared little child trying to pretend to be a man; at least that's what the memory of him getting beaten into a pulp in his martial arts class seemed to suggest, as well as the other brutal fights he was beaten in seemed to suggest. Humans didn't develop emotionally faster than Asari did, right?
Wrong. Further along, after analyzing his first sixteen years, he changed as he slowly grew in the foreign boarding school his parents had sent him to, in order to increase his chances for success. Morphing into more of a careful, cautioned human being, he tried to be mature in front of his friends, but the stark change told them the truth. After a mere couple of months, he abandoned the façade, and embraced what he believed himself to be; with good timing too, just as he ventured forward with his literal crew to the national championships of rowing, only for his good spirits to be crushed by a crude semi-final assessment that kept them from the final, putting an end to his quest for a gold medal.
Good friends, close calls, and interesting experiences molded clothing and armor upon him, shaping him gradually until he reached his current state just as he entered the last year of his time at boarding school. Sport was set to the side, though he devoted himself more to his martial art in both the physical and philosophical sides, despite admitting to himself that it was very unlikely he would attain the coveted black belt. The foreign nature of the school also helped influence him, breaking him of his assumed political and social opinions and forcing him to think, as well as to listen and watch rather than shout and charge.
His last year before college saw him taking in younger children in the boarding house, tutoring them and instructing them in curious mental challenges, breaking the very way they thought and altering it. She could not tell if this was a good thing or not, but what she knew for sure was that by the time he entered college, he was not normal by any definition of the word.
All of this was merely a breakdown of him, however, and once she acquired the memories she had to retreat to the sanctity of her own secured mind to review the memories and attempt to understand the complexities of the vocal tone, of the things he saw and read, and more beyond.
That was most definitely not the normal way of doing things. Normally, she would have made a judgment by now, and condemned him to death by ripping apart his mind so that she could acquire the core of his mind. It was, in many senses, a cipher to decode the particular way he viewed life, much like the Prothean Cipher that Commander Shepard had acquired from Shiala on Feros when she fought the Thorian and rescued the colonists and what the fuck.
Shinji117
Endless Troller
- Location
- Rokkenjima (Sydney)
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Burst out laughing. Bet she didn't expect that.Xeno Major said:
Tabi
Expert Jissou Abuser
This is Pure Gold.Xeno Major said:
Allon Marton
A Cool Title.
Yes Vasir, join us! Sanity is overrated! Then you can meld with others and spread the word...Asari Commando Spacebattlers, lets see the reapers, the galaxy, deal with that! lol
Xeno Major
Sensei Rower
Hmm...cyko2041 said:
Depends on length. If you think it's going to grow at all, I'd like to shuffle it off to another thread, no offense. I liked the SB intro snippet because I like the idea of having it included in the FF.net update and messing with the FF.net users heads, but I don't want a side-story going on in the same thread.
Use your judgement on this, go for it if you really want, but I reserve the right to ask you to spin-off another thread for it if it grows too much.