Uh.... I'mma agree with Thagguy.
Not sure I wanted this to go
there, but... well... whatever gets you going.
StrikeRaider said:
I'm just depressed ME3 didn't have a harem ending like Jade Empire.
Agreed.
On the
other hand:
Chapter 5.3 (Snip 4 Part 1)
"No, I am
not coming back to the Flotilla today. Shepard's funeral is tomorrow, and I
need to be here for that."
Anto makes no indication he heard out of politeness, but I slow my pace a little, ambling off our straight-line path, more off to the side of the path. Anto doesn't hesitate in altering his course to follow me, and directs me to a bench, carefully close to the conversation, but just far enough away that we aren't suspicious.
Personally, I'd wanted to have a bench slightly farther away, but he's probably got more experience in eavesdropping than I do, hence why I let him sit closer to the quarian.
"Yes, I
know that I've been outside of the Fleet for a long time, but this is my last task! Admiral 'Zorah, please, just let me finish this!"
Tali?
I turn my fact towards Anto and quirk an eyebrow. Anto replies with a nod, and he leans back, seeming to relax. His fingers twitch slightly as they brush his right gauntlet, and I make sure to make no reaction to the gesture, though my eyes flick up to meet his to confirm that I saw it.
"Admiral, I
will be able to convince your daughter to return to the Flotilla. Trust me, this is my job, after all."
So… not Tali. Still, a font of information.
The conversation goes on for another few minutes, until the quarian either hangs up or finally notices that her external speakers are on. She stays for a little while later, though, and Anto suddenly turns to me and asks a few questions about something called smashball.
"Uh, sorry, I don't really know much about smashball." I say, confused. "I'm more of a hockey or rugby guy."
"Hockey, eh?" Anto returns, thoughtful as he turns away from the quarian, making all the obvious signs that he is deep in conversation. "So what's your favorite team?"
"Ah, well, you see, I was raised on the old hockey leagues," I bullshit, finally understanding his goal here. "So while I'll say that I'm an Oilers fan, and I'll root for the Flames occasionally, I'm not even sure if those teams exist anymore. The old, real early twenty-first century seasons were the only ones that I had the chance to see, you know."
"Don't worry man, I understand. All I ever saw before I got out was select games of the batarian smashball glory days, so that all we saw was the batarians crushing everyone."
"Damn, so you don't know if they survived?" I reply, feeling a little dejected.
"I never said that!" Anto chuckles, pointing over to a news-screen that was currently displaying sports results. My eyes shoot over to it, and I give out a satisfied fist-pump when I see that the Oilers are being discussed as the third-best team in the league.
Fuck yes!
"Hell, I think the championship game is supposed to be on in a hour or so."
"What."
"Yeah. The Oilers aren't playing in it though. It's the Vanouver Canucks versus the Seattle Metropolitans, I think."
"
Seattle has a hockey team?" I gape. It's about
FUCKING TIME we got a team!
"Yeah, though I don't really know anything about hockey, so I can't say how good they are. 'Suppose the fact they're in the finals says something about that."
"Anto, do you know any good bars around here that will have the game on?" I demand, desperate.
"As a matter of fact, I do." Anto smirks, as we head off.