Bond Breaker (SI - Multiverse Cross)
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Silver W. King
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Yay~ I was right! 
Edit: By the way, what the heck was happening there in the end after he woke up?
Edit: By the way, what the heck was happening there in the end after he woke up?
Karuadin
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There are more than the Three Units, just that the Three were the ones conducting the experiment.
Those other guys?
Now they're aware.
Or something along those lines at least. There is a \\ that is distinct from the units who use //, so the \\ was already aware.
Errrr...
Think of it as Units Four to....Eleven are now aware of the current status of Units One to Three's experiment.
And I'm not entirely certain on what I'm typing now.
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RazorBlaxe
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Pretty much what I got too. Also, the words they use seem to imply that these lot happen to be of a higher hierarchy than Units 1, 2 and Steve. Like say Units 1, 2 and Steve are simple mid-level managers those lot are high-level and stuff.
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So management fucking shit up yet again?
RazorBlaxe
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From what I can tell...yeah. Steve died because bureaucracy. A bunch of assholes if you ask me.
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Well, the IoM loses entire planets due to bureaucracy, so that seems a bit 'better'.
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Chapter Fifty-Eight
I remained quiet.
Jane sighed.
I quietly looked sideways once more, and then returned to gaze at the ceiling.
Do something. Tell her something. Anything.
"Awkward," I said softly.
"You tell me," Jane snorted.
Did you hear about Unit Three? He killed Unit One and Two, I heard.
I remained silent a bit more. "So," I said. "What's the news?"
"The crew thinks you're my stowaway stress relief," Jane said calmly. "Apparently, Cerberus doesn't have the same rules as the Systems Alliance, so Edi already forewarned me that I didn't have to hide you from her sensors."
"That seems the case, Commander," Edi beeped, "But the fact remains I cannot discern him through my sensors."
"Stress relief?" I acquiesced.
"I-I might have gone too far," Jane said softly. "But it felt so right at the moment. I don't know what took me over."
"Probability," I acquiesced, "and bastard Gods."
"Really?" Jane asked.
"For all purposes, they're no different from Gods," I quietly whispered. "Imagine something that goes beyond the Reapers, imagine a being with the same power set as God and nonetheless not God?"
Jane frowned. "And they're the one responsible for your...and mine situation?"
"Yes, and it's an entire civilization," I murmured. "A civilization of Gods, who question whether they have or not a God themselves."
Quiet down. I wish to hear. Oh, really, such charming words.
Jane snorted. "Are they going to be a problem in defeating the Reapers?"
"No," I muttered. "I think they'll no longer be a problem."
"I-I didn't really intend on doing all of that," Jane said suddenly. "I mean, punching your lights out? That was my limit, I-"
"I know," I replied calmly. "That's not the worst I've seen."
"I'd expect it to be different since you were the one suffering it," Jane remarked.
"You weren't wrong," I acquiesced. "I am responsible, in part, for your life. And I don't really have an excuse for it either."
"That still doesn't mean I should get my revenge like a Batarian," Jane snarled. "And I can hardly fault you for not knowing. If you hadn't, someone else would have."
"I...I was trying to tell you, before, that it's not as if I wrote all of your life," I said softly. "Your parents' death on Mindoir was...already there. I might have expanded on it, but it would always have happened. Just like the death of your squadmates on Akuze. I had no say in that."
"Oh," Jane mumbled. "I see."
She sighed.
She doesn't. She's still shocked. Don't touch that. I wasn't going to!
"Why are you shackled anyway?" I asked.
"I asked them to," Jane replied. "When I regained...my senses, I-I didn't really feel well. I mean, simply because there aren't rules on a Cerberus ship doesn't mean I have to turn into a torturer like that, and...and all of that...it would be one thing if it were a reaper, but on another human..."
"Is everything all right?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'll be fine," Jane muttered. "I'm not used to not trusting myself."
"That wasn't something you could control," I replied. "If...If you had killed me, nobody would have said anything wrong. That's how powerful I'm talking their powers are. Rewriting the laws of reality, of common sense and basically anything they wish. That's how powerful I'm talking."
Within logic. There must always be logic. Flawed logic, but still logic.
Jane merely sighed.
I did the same.
The infirmary door opened up in that moment, to admit inside the good old doctor -and I couldn't remember her name at the moment.
It was something like Doctor...Doctor...
They sighed at the same time. OTP. Somebody silence her. Help me.
"Awake at last?" she asked, nearing me. I managed to glimpse the name written in black on her orange square by the shoulder pad.
Doctor Karin Chawkas. Of course. How could I forget?
"Yes," I replied, and frowned. "It wasn't anything medigel couldn't fix, right?"
"Medigel isn't a permanent solution, or we wouldn't need hospitals," Karin replied with a sigh. "Thankfully the Normandy is equipped with the best medical facilities of the time. Now," here she sighed, "what name should I write on the health bill? I can't pretty much leave it blank."
I raised an eyebrow. "Sh-"
"Call him John Doe," Jane replied with a roll of her eyes. "Less there's in the system, less Cerberus has to pry around."
"It's not like I'll hang around for long," I replied. "Again, it's beyond my control."
"Oh? And when were you going to tell me?" Jane asked. "When are you going to disappear this time around?"
"I...I don't know?"
"Well," Karin sighed. "I'll leave the question on how a single man can come and go from the Normandy without being tracked-"
"He does not appear on my sensors," Edi pointed out helpfully. "It is puzzling."
"I see," Karin sighed. "And John Doe it is..."
John Doe is a pathetic name. You have a better idea? I like the feels of Shade.
Karin crossed her arms over her medical tablet, and then gave a glare to Jane. "Since you are positively fit for duty and without any mind-altering substances in your bloodstream, am I to assume it was just a lover spat turned...violent?"
"He's not my lover!" Jane exclaimed.
"I agree, wholeheartedly," I replied. "It would be...urgh, sorry, not feeling well at the thought."
"And what is that supposed to mean?!" Jane asked with a glare.
"You've got the red glare of Terminator!" I exclaimed, "You act like a Terminator! All you're missing is the 'Terminated' each time you kill someone."
Karin frowned. "Then what exactly were you doing in the brig?"
"Oh, that's a long story that I cannot possibly begin while sober," I remarked with a knowing nod. "But on the off-chance I may not acquire liquor, I am available to speak about it in exchange for a full body armor and a shield. And Jane kept behind a bulletproof glass."
"You think that would stop me?" Jane asked.
"No, but it would slow you down enough for me to space myself."
Karin frowned. "Well...you're not military."
"No, I'm not," I replied.
You think we're a bit too crowded in here? Agree. I Agree. I Agree to Agree.
Karin frowned. "So...how exactly did you get aboard?"
"Sufficiently advanced technology can be confused with magic," I remarked calmly. "So, if I say 'magic', what are you inclined to believe?"
"You do not possess any technological implants, not even an Omni-Tool, and those are practically common to everyone in the galaxy," Karin remarked.
"Right, they do have interesting things like a self-fabricating utility based on Omni-Gel...interestingly enough the 'knife' app can prove quite useful in melee, especially against hordes of husks."
I grinned.
Jane rolled her eyes and exhaled. "I can take a hint."
"Good," I replied. "I was sure you'd love all the gory possibilities such an app gives you."
Karin frowned once more.
"Right, another question," Karin said calmly. "You seem to...be completely without the standard range of vaccinations. Thankfully as a requirement for first-contact scenario we do have a few vials of the most common vaccines aboard, and I proceeded to inoculate them already. You might feel woozy within the next day, but it should all pass shortly thereafter."
"Oh, right," I blinked. "I wondered how that would go."
"Now," Karin sighed. "Commander, you asked me to clear you only if I found nothing, and I didn't, is there anything else I should know?"
Hide a needle in a haystack, and a magnet will pull it out. Hide it among metal...
Jane sighed, and shook her head.
"Very well," Karin said, and quietly unstrapped Jane from the hospital bed.
"You are still to rest in bed for a week," Karin remarked next, looking at me.
I sighed. "What's the next dossier?"
Jane blinked, and answered. "We're recruiting the Justicar, Samara."
"Ah, yes, the one with the Ardat-Yakshi," I acquiesced. "She's found on Omega, already killed or is about to kill a girl. Full renegade options should net her attention, but don't pick her up in place of her mother -first off, she's a bitch, and secondly, she cannot be trusted."
Jane raised an eyebrow, and looked at Karin. "She's still here, you know?"
"Oh, well, I trust the good Doctor not to speak about it around," I replied. "And I'm going to be stuck here for a few days, so-"
"The Shadow Broker. You're an agent of the Shadow Broker," Karin said.
"No," I sighed.
"He's not," Jane replied.
The important is that this keeps being entertaining. Poor dear. I'd hug him.
I blinked, as a thought crossed my mind. "Did you remember to upgrade the Normandy?"
Jane crossed her eyes. "I...you can't be seriously-"
"You do, you have to, so...get drilling, Jane," I remarked most seriously. "You lose one for each upgrade you don't make."
Jane emitted a half-choked rant, and then stomped off with half a snarl.
She returned a moment later.
"What about the mission?"
"Uhm...on the look-out for a murder, I think it's Eclipses, but I can't remember them well. The...Oh, right! Psycho-Asari Bitch! She'll cower, say she did nothing wrong, but she's lying. Shoot her dead before she gets the chance to try her hand. You'll find her in a room, cowering behind a console."
I sighed. "And please have mercy on the Volus. You'll know what I mean when you'll see him. He's more of a Biotic...well, you'll see."
Jane nodded. "Nothing else?"
"Nope, go get them."
She nodded, and once more stepped halfway through the door before stopping.
"Uhm..." Jane exhaled loudly. "Thanks."
And with that, she hurried away.
There will be no way out. None will bring him out. There is only Pain. And Death.
I shook my head softly, wincing as a spike of pain shot through my body.
"What was that all about?" Karin asked.
"Well, I could answer, I really could," I remarked, "But I think the woozy part of the vaccines is coming into effect, so...I think I'll sleep."
I sighed.
"And-"
And that was when Jack decided to enter the infirmary.
"SO! WHERE'S THE COMMANDER'S BOY TOY?!"
I actually blushed at that.
I. Was. Not.
You must murder her. Rip her guts out. Blood. Gore. Hey, is the party here?
Frankly, the mere thought was horrifying, and disgusting. It was like being Narcissistic, and I couldn't stand the stories which were 'S.I' and involved romance, because...really, how much desperation and wishful thinking did you require to even think about writing something like that?
Amusing selective reaction and defense. Shall inquire. Request for death? Tsun?
//... . ... . ... .Tsundere? Maybe not. That definitely looked Tsundere. STOP.
\\Continue. I heard something. Did you hear something too? I did. I did too. We all did!
I remained quiet.
Jane sighed.
I quietly looked sideways once more, and then returned to gaze at the ceiling.
Do something. Tell her something. Anything.
"Awkward," I said softly.
"You tell me," Jane snorted.
Did you hear about Unit Three? He killed Unit One and Two, I heard.
I remained silent a bit more. "So," I said. "What's the news?"
"The crew thinks you're my stowaway stress relief," Jane said calmly. "Apparently, Cerberus doesn't have the same rules as the Systems Alliance, so Edi already forewarned me that I didn't have to hide you from her sensors."
"That seems the case, Commander," Edi beeped, "But the fact remains I cannot discern him through my sensors."
"Stress relief?" I acquiesced.
"I-I might have gone too far," Jane said softly. "But it felt so right at the moment. I don't know what took me over."
"Probability," I acquiesced, "and bastard Gods."
"Really?" Jane asked.
"For all purposes, they're no different from Gods," I quietly whispered. "Imagine something that goes beyond the Reapers, imagine a being with the same power set as God and nonetheless not God?"
Jane frowned. "And they're the one responsible for your...and mine situation?"
"Yes, and it's an entire civilization," I murmured. "A civilization of Gods, who question whether they have or not a God themselves."
Quiet down. I wish to hear. Oh, really, such charming words.
Jane snorted. "Are they going to be a problem in defeating the Reapers?"
"No," I muttered. "I think they'll no longer be a problem."
"I-I didn't really intend on doing all of that," Jane said suddenly. "I mean, punching your lights out? That was my limit, I-"
"I know," I replied calmly. "That's not the worst I've seen."
"I'd expect it to be different since you were the one suffering it," Jane remarked.
"You weren't wrong," I acquiesced. "I am responsible, in part, for your life. And I don't really have an excuse for it either."
"That still doesn't mean I should get my revenge like a Batarian," Jane snarled. "And I can hardly fault you for not knowing. If you hadn't, someone else would have."
"I...I was trying to tell you, before, that it's not as if I wrote all of your life," I said softly. "Your parents' death on Mindoir was...already there. I might have expanded on it, but it would always have happened. Just like the death of your squadmates on Akuze. I had no say in that."
"Oh," Jane mumbled. "I see."
She sighed.
She doesn't. She's still shocked. Don't touch that. I wasn't going to!
"Why are you shackled anyway?" I asked.
"I asked them to," Jane replied. "When I regained...my senses, I-I didn't really feel well. I mean, simply because there aren't rules on a Cerberus ship doesn't mean I have to turn into a torturer like that, and...and all of that...it would be one thing if it were a reaper, but on another human..."
"Is everything all right?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'll be fine," Jane muttered. "I'm not used to not trusting myself."
"That wasn't something you could control," I replied. "If...If you had killed me, nobody would have said anything wrong. That's how powerful I'm talking their powers are. Rewriting the laws of reality, of common sense and basically anything they wish. That's how powerful I'm talking."
Within logic. There must always be logic. Flawed logic, but still logic.
Jane merely sighed.
I did the same.
The infirmary door opened up in that moment, to admit inside the good old doctor -and I couldn't remember her name at the moment.
It was something like Doctor...Doctor...
They sighed at the same time. OTP. Somebody silence her. Help me.
"Awake at last?" she asked, nearing me. I managed to glimpse the name written in black on her orange square by the shoulder pad.
Doctor Karin Chawkas. Of course. How could I forget?
"Yes," I replied, and frowned. "It wasn't anything medigel couldn't fix, right?"
"Medigel isn't a permanent solution, or we wouldn't need hospitals," Karin replied with a sigh. "Thankfully the Normandy is equipped with the best medical facilities of the time. Now," here she sighed, "what name should I write on the health bill? I can't pretty much leave it blank."
I raised an eyebrow. "Sh-"
"Call him John Doe," Jane replied with a roll of her eyes. "Less there's in the system, less Cerberus has to pry around."
"It's not like I'll hang around for long," I replied. "Again, it's beyond my control."
"Oh? And when were you going to tell me?" Jane asked. "When are you going to disappear this time around?"
"I...I don't know?"
"Well," Karin sighed. "I'll leave the question on how a single man can come and go from the Normandy without being tracked-"
"He does not appear on my sensors," Edi pointed out helpfully. "It is puzzling."
"I see," Karin sighed. "And John Doe it is..."
John Doe is a pathetic name. You have a better idea? I like the feels of Shade.
Karin crossed her arms over her medical tablet, and then gave a glare to Jane. "Since you are positively fit for duty and without any mind-altering substances in your bloodstream, am I to assume it was just a lover spat turned...violent?"
"He's not my lover!" Jane exclaimed.
"I agree, wholeheartedly," I replied. "It would be...urgh, sorry, not feeling well at the thought."
"And what is that supposed to mean?!" Jane asked with a glare.
"You've got the red glare of Terminator!" I exclaimed, "You act like a Terminator! All you're missing is the 'Terminated' each time you kill someone."
Karin frowned. "Then what exactly were you doing in the brig?"
"Oh, that's a long story that I cannot possibly begin while sober," I remarked with a knowing nod. "But on the off-chance I may not acquire liquor, I am available to speak about it in exchange for a full body armor and a shield. And Jane kept behind a bulletproof glass."
"You think that would stop me?" Jane asked.
"No, but it would slow you down enough for me to space myself."
Karin frowned. "Well...you're not military."
"No, I'm not," I replied.
You think we're a bit too crowded in here? Agree. I Agree. I Agree to Agree.
Karin frowned. "So...how exactly did you get aboard?"
"Sufficiently advanced technology can be confused with magic," I remarked calmly. "So, if I say 'magic', what are you inclined to believe?"
"You do not possess any technological implants, not even an Omni-Tool, and those are practically common to everyone in the galaxy," Karin remarked.
"Right, they do have interesting things like a self-fabricating utility based on Omni-Gel...interestingly enough the 'knife' app can prove quite useful in melee, especially against hordes of husks."
I grinned.
Jane rolled her eyes and exhaled. "I can take a hint."
"Good," I replied. "I was sure you'd love all the gory possibilities such an app gives you."
Karin frowned once more.
"Right, another question," Karin said calmly. "You seem to...be completely without the standard range of vaccinations. Thankfully as a requirement for first-contact scenario we do have a few vials of the most common vaccines aboard, and I proceeded to inoculate them already. You might feel woozy within the next day, but it should all pass shortly thereafter."
"Oh, right," I blinked. "I wondered how that would go."
"Now," Karin sighed. "Commander, you asked me to clear you only if I found nothing, and I didn't, is there anything else I should know?"
Hide a needle in a haystack, and a magnet will pull it out. Hide it among metal...
Jane sighed, and shook her head.
"Very well," Karin said, and quietly unstrapped Jane from the hospital bed.
"You are still to rest in bed for a week," Karin remarked next, looking at me.
I sighed. "What's the next dossier?"
Jane blinked, and answered. "We're recruiting the Justicar, Samara."
"Ah, yes, the one with the Ardat-Yakshi," I acquiesced. "She's found on Omega, already killed or is about to kill a girl. Full renegade options should net her attention, but don't pick her up in place of her mother -first off, she's a bitch, and secondly, she cannot be trusted."
Jane raised an eyebrow, and looked at Karin. "She's still here, you know?"
"Oh, well, I trust the good Doctor not to speak about it around," I replied. "And I'm going to be stuck here for a few days, so-"
"The Shadow Broker. You're an agent of the Shadow Broker," Karin said.
"No," I sighed.
"He's not," Jane replied.
The important is that this keeps being entertaining. Poor dear. I'd hug him.
I blinked, as a thought crossed my mind. "Did you remember to upgrade the Normandy?"
Jane crossed her eyes. "I...you can't be seriously-"
"You do, you have to, so...get drilling, Jane," I remarked most seriously. "You lose one for each upgrade you don't make."
Jane emitted a half-choked rant, and then stomped off with half a snarl.
She returned a moment later.
"What about the mission?"
"Uhm...on the look-out for a murder, I think it's Eclipses, but I can't remember them well. The...Oh, right! Psycho-Asari Bitch! She'll cower, say she did nothing wrong, but she's lying. Shoot her dead before she gets the chance to try her hand. You'll find her in a room, cowering behind a console."
I sighed. "And please have mercy on the Volus. You'll know what I mean when you'll see him. He's more of a Biotic...well, you'll see."
Jane nodded. "Nothing else?"
"Nope, go get them."
She nodded, and once more stepped halfway through the door before stopping.
"Uhm..." Jane exhaled loudly. "Thanks."
And with that, she hurried away.
There will be no way out. None will bring him out. There is only Pain. And Death.
I shook my head softly, wincing as a spike of pain shot through my body.
"What was that all about?" Karin asked.
"Well, I could answer, I really could," I remarked, "But I think the woozy part of the vaccines is coming into effect, so...I think I'll sleep."
I sighed.
"And-"
And that was when Jack decided to enter the infirmary.
"SO! WHERE'S THE COMMANDER'S BOY TOY?!"
I actually blushed at that.
I. Was. Not.
You must murder her. Rip her guts out. Blood. Gore. Hey, is the party here?
Frankly, the mere thought was horrifying, and disgusting. It was like being Narcissistic, and I couldn't stand the stories which were 'S.I' and involved romance, because...really, how much desperation and wishful thinking did you require to even think about writing something like that?
Amusing selective reaction and defense. Shall inquire. Request for death? Tsun?
//... . ... . ... .Tsundere? Maybe not. That definitely looked Tsundere. STOP.
\\Continue. I heard something. Did you hear something too? I did. I did too. We all did!
RazorBlaxe
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I am starting to seriously not like these new...observers. At least Units 1, 2 and Steve had style. These lot sound like a bunch of snotty kids. Even worse, they ship people. Like WTH?
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The problem with being a civilization of Gods is that, by that very same token, even children are gods.
ATTENTION SPOILERS FOLLOW:
That's the main plot point of... 'Under the Dome' by Stephen King. The things that did it are ALIEN. CHILDREN. Hyper-Technologically Advanced Alien children. And they remove the dome at the end when they manage to communicate, but think about it. Children did that. Now imagine a civilization that is made of Gods. Please, Fridge Horror has nothing on this.
Silver W. King
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For your reading pleasures.
Silver W. King
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You know, this brings out an interesting perspective.
I mean, yes because you know your in a story, you think, "I'm not gonna get together with [Insert Name], that's like pathetic."
Sure, from an OOC look, yeah you would think "dude, just get a girlfriend."
But from a narrative look, if months and even years have passed in-story, and you got to know some fictional character until you can't even think of them in the same way as their canon-self, writing any romantic scene from that point, would just be awkward for the writer not the SI.
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Those entities are feeling more and more familiar, aren't they? They wouldn't be entirely out of place on here. Heh.
That invisible text.
I am entertained.
I see little wrong with narcissism, as for SIs and romance I would agree that if the story starts with that idea from the get-go then there are implications, otherwise it could make sense depending on the protagonist's psychological profile. (Some individuals will do anything to get into a relationship within a certain amount of time, even hurtful relationships, because they have certain dependencies.)
That invisible text.
I am entertained.
I see little wrong with narcissism, as for SIs and romance I would agree that if the story starts with that idea from the get-go then there are implications, otherwise it could make sense depending on the protagonist's psychological profile. (Some individuals will do anything to get into a relationship within a certain amount of time, even hurtful relationships, because they have certain dependencies.)
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So after reading this through the night. I say this:
Some authors fellate themselves. Shade, so far, has instead stabbed himself in the chest multiple times.
Also the writing is good.
Some authors fellate themselves. Shade, so far, has instead stabbed himself in the chest multiple times.
Also the writing is good.
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Chapter Fifty-Nine
I wish on a little star for something that goes far. I wish for a world of death and angst. I want blood.
I remained silent.
Being in the infirmary wasn't that bad -if it weren't for the glass that gave into the main hall and the fact that the people outside of it were torn between snickering and giving me thumb-ups for reason to me...well, no, the reasons weren't unknown, but frankly? I now understood why monkeys threw their poop at visitors: to get them to go the fuck away.
What's his problem now? Oh, poop! It's been so long since anyone spoke of pooping!
Now, the problem was the punk who liked to enter the lion's enclosure because they enjoyed the attention.
"Miss Jack," Karin said, "the patient needs rest."
"Just fuck off for a moment doc, this is priceless! I wanna know what the fuck the alpha bitch likes, and just how kinky it has to be to send someone to the infirmary! Talk about rough sex, but this takes the cake!"
I groaned. "There was nothing of the sort."
"No? Oh, come off it! I'm sure you were hiding to avoid the rumors, but this is priceless! Tell me, is she a screamer? Does she mark her men with-"
"Jacqueline Nought," I said calmly. "You don't want to go there."
Jack blinked. "How do you know my false name?"
"Stare long enough in the abyss, and the abyss will stare back," I said calmly. "I'm tired, and my patience runs thin. You'd do best to leave before I say something you will not like."
"Oh?" she smirked, arms crossed. "I wonder what a guy laid in the infirmary can do. I'm a biotic if you didn't catch the news flash, fucker."
A guy laid in the infirmary! Double-Entendre Ahoy! Puns for the Pun God!
I chuckled. "You think I'm going to hit you? You should know better than anyone else that the best of festering wounds come from the soul, not the flesh," I sighed. "So, how about you leave at that, and we're both happy and satisfied?"
"All talk and no bite," Jack snarled. "Can't really see-"
I exhaled loudly. "Fine, fine then. You know your mother thinks you're dead?"
That shut Jack up quite quickly.
"The fuck did you-"
"Your mother thinks you're dead. You were taken because a doctor lied to her, told her you had been pretty badly mauled by your biotics gone out of control, and so she thought you dead. Your body used for science, was what the doctor said to make her agree to it. She didn't even check the body. Then again, if she had she'd be dead I suppose."
Jack's right hand flared with the blue energy of biotics as she raised it. "You-"
"I," I said calmly, and glared at her. "Wish to sleep. And if you insist on making a racket, I will continue. Go and write poetry in the darkest recess of the ship if you so wish, but don't think for a single moment that I am someone you can make fun of. I will bite you back, chew you and spit out what little remains. You aren't the biggest thing I faced, and you won't be the last. So, will you kindly fuck the hell off this infirmary?"
Will you kindly? Really? References for the reference God! I want a jar of dirt.
Jack's right fist trembled a bit as she ground her teeth.
"Miss Jack," Karin said calmly. "There will be no fighting in the infirmary."
"Fucker-" Jack spat out, and hurried out.
I sighed and relaxed.
"Was that necessary?" Karin asked.
"No," I replied, "But I did it anyway. I'm not really afraid of her," I continued. "For all of her mad dog attitude, she's a surprisingly tender person deep down. Which is why hurting her comes easily if you know where to strike."
"Is that really the way you go about having human interactions? Those are the signs of a sociopath," Karin remarked dryly.
"Then I'm a bit of a sociopath, if that's the case. Then again, anyone in my situation would become one," I sighed. "At least I don't enjoy it," I added. "But it's a meager consolation."
I turned thoughtful as Karin gave me her back and began to scribble down at her desk.
And with that lull, I fell asleep.
Bah, sleeping is annoying. Wake him up. Wake him up. I want him to WAKE. UP!
When I woke up, it was to the sound of the infirmary door opening to allow two quite bizarre people in.
Well, they were both on Illium, but apparently Jane hadn't asked me about the other one -Thane Krios.
They both glanced at me for a moment, before tuning me out. Probably checking if I was a threat or not -and deciding most vividly that I wasn't, since frankly they'd both be pretty capable in murdering me with a mere thought.
I remained silent as Karin checked them both, and spoke in a low murmur that I didn't even bother to try to catch.
And then they stepped outside, and I exhaled in relief.
Why didn't he initiate first contact? Samara looked at him, that's clearly OTP! Murder her. Why is she not dead?
The relief lasted little.
The door slid open again a few minutes later, to admit Jane Shepard with a scowl.
"I leave you alone on the ship for what, a few hours, and you manage to piss off Jack? What happened?"
"I don't react well to people who make fun of me," I replied calmly, or as calmly as I could. "And since she seemed to enjoy it, I decided to enjoy myself right back. Don't dish out what you can't take back."
"Really?" Jane pushed a hand through her hair. "What's up with Thane?"
"I was going to ask why you didn't ask me about him," I remarked. "Again, he's got a sickness typical of his species, incurable, but it will not be a problem."
"I just finished the blood works," Karin said, "And I don't think you overheard us speaking about it."
"I have my means," I replied calmly. "And that is, again, something the others did. I'm not responsible for that," I added, looking at Shepard. "Among the other things, he's got a son on the citadel whom he'll try to convince not to turn evil, by preventing him from killing a politician. If you choose to help, then that's good. There's an interrogation scene where going at it very, very angry and evil will net you the result in little time."
I glanced at her. "No permanent wounding, of course."
"Of course," Jane sighed.
JaneXShade OTP! Are...Are you done? This is unnerving me. This unnerves me too. Let's erase her from existence.
She fidgeted, and then said, "So, we're good?"
"Why wouldn't we be?" I asked back.
"Oh, that's good then." Jane said. "I'll be going then-the ship won't hold itself together much longer if I don't pacify Jack."
I chuckled. "Good luck with that then."
Jane walked off, and I hummed as I gazed at the ceiling once more.
Nothing else to do but sleep, then.
Even if my back hurt like hell -and I desperately wanted to use the bathroom.
"I have to ask," I said calmly. "Bathroom?"
Karin blinked. "There is a catheter-"
"Let me rephrase that, doctor," I said primly. "Once, when I was a young kid, I had flat feet. They screwed them up to make them better, and then told me in no uncertain terms I would need to use the catheter because I most certainly couldn't walk to the bathroom due to the pain. I chose to walk all the same. Now, do I need to walk all the way to where the bathrooms are? If that's the case, where's my jacket."
Oh, acting all tough! That's clearly Tsun-Love! ShadeXKarin, OTP! ENOUGH WITH THE PAIRINGS.
Karin exhaled loudly. "You are a horrible patient, but hardly the first who wishes to show how manly he is. You will still use the catheter. I have seen my fair share of-"
"No," I replied calmly. "I will use the bathroom," I moved my right hand in a jedi-like fashion.
"Star Wars references will not help you, young man," Karin replied firmly. "It's not going to hurt that much."
"There's a large glass panel that gives into the mess hall. I refuse."
"It can be colored black with the push of a button," Karin replied. "Your argument is invalid."
"My argument is very, very valid," I exclaimed. "I demand a lawyer."
"Nonsense," Karin sighed. "You'll make this difficult, won't you?"
"I will fight under the shade of a thousand arrows, and beneath the darkening suns of a million worlds, before you as much as manage to-"
"Edi, sedate the patient."
"Yes ma'am."
"Fuck the Skynet."
And with that, I lost consciousness.
EdiXShade! OTP! Can someone give me a weapon? Any weapon will do. I need to finish her.
When I woke up I felt relieved, and inwardly very, very, very dirty and embarrassed.
"Hate you," I muttered towards the back of doctor Chawkas. "Hate you so, so much. If I were a Sith I'd hate you throughout the galaxy and use the Force to hate you even more."
"It's rare to find a youngster who likes the classics," Chawkas replied. "A lot of people don't truly appreciate the classics like Star Wars XV," she said with a grin.
"I'm an Ancient type of guy. I watched the original trilogy," I said. "Beat that, youngster."
Karin blinked. "Those...how did you ever manage that?"
"I'm a time traveler," I replied with a chuckle. "I thought it was obvious."
Karin turned thoughtful. "As much as I'd like to claim it untrue...there are a lot of inconsistencies that would prove you're telling the truth...but as it stands-"
"What time is it?" I asked suddenly.
"Oh, well, Earth time it's something like twelve in the afternoon. You've been in the infirmary three days, and slept for two of them nonstop."
"I did?" I asked surprised.
"Yes, you did," Karin remarked. "I'm actually surprised you're not lamenting a lack of solid food."
"I'm more surprised than you are," I replied. "I thought I'd be gone by now."
"You're hardly capable of walking on your own feet," Karin pointed out.
"Would you mind telling me where my jacket is?" I asked. "I need to check on something."
No! Shade bare-chested must remain! Karin's falling for your charms! No, it's ShadeXJane! Somebody, please, help.
Karin opened a drawer of her desk, and calmly extracted it. It was sparkling clean in its Grey-Coloring.
"Couldn't manage to open the pockets," Karin said. "As if they were sealed shut. And Edi couldn't come up with a mean to analyze it...but on the plus side, it's clean."
"There's no trick to it, but a mere difference of imposition on reality," I replied as I took it and began to fumble with it.
As I pulled the shirt back on, soon followed by the jacket, Karin frowned. "You really shouldn't be doing that," she said.
"It's nothing much, just need to check on something," I said.
I took a deep breath.
Why can't he see they're meant for one another? Clearly! This is why certain entities shouldn't watch this.
Some people never learned.
And I was one of them.
"Brighter?" I hazarded, eyes half-open and half-closed.
Nothing happened.
"All right," I said with a sigh of relief. "That's no longer applicable. Now..." I gripped the chain dangling from my wrist, and yanked it until I managed to form a noose. I then pulled the nearby bed desk towards me, and created a Super-Imposed copy.
"I'm assuming you're not understanding what I'm doing," I said offhandedly, "But I haven't gone mad, if that's what you're asking."
I proceeded to touch the Super-Imposed copy, but my hand passed right through it -while my jacket didn't.
All right.
So I had to be ethereal to interact with S.I copies.
But the clothes and the chain didn't.
Well, it is somehow amusing, watching a toddler crawl and walk for the first time. Uh, like that pet cat it had once?
I opened the pockets, and...
Good Guy Steve.
Good Guy.
My Ipod was fully charged.
And my bloc notes was empty.
And I had a pen.
Only, the cat didn't end up burned to death because you forgot they don't withstand sun-like temperatures.
"Is there a reason you're without an Omni-Tool?" Karin asked suddenly, seeing me fumble with the stuff in my pockets.
"Well, I did say I'm a time-traveler. Another thing is that things that aren't a part of me, or started my travel with me disappear the moment I'm gone into another world."
"So...time traveler and world traveler?"
"I am both," I said with a nod. "Bit difficult to explain, but the short reply is that yes, I travel through time and space at seemingly random intervals..."
It was a pity.
Because an Omni-Tool would be so, so cool to have.
"Still, having an Omni-Tool is a standard requirement for the military and colonists, and having one will allow ease of access and communication," Karin continued.
"Doc, what are you trying to imply?"
"Cerberus was very generous with the furnishing of the ship. Just in case an Omni-Tool broke, there is always a replacement."
I sighed. "I'd really love one, but the problem is that it won't pass through when I reach another world."
"Nonsense, they hook up with the satellite network and the mass effect relays-"
"By World I mean 'Dimensions'," I replied with another sigh. "But...who am I to say no to free stuff?"
But I read somewhere that cats love magma! No, cats don't love magma! But why did they throw cats in magma then?
That was how I spent the next few minutes.
The Omni-Tools weren't really that complicated of a thing: thin steel like nano-sized cables hooked to the right hand, which then projected a holographic rendition of a keyboard along the arm with a minor screen that floated in front of the user.
And this was a military Omni-Tool.
To get rid of them! Why, you think they did it for their enjoyment? Do you think the jacket makes him look fat?
Frankly? This thing, if only I could bring it with me, would be game changing.
But I couldn't.
So I did the one thing I could do with it.
I downloaded video games.
Uh, maybe the jacket should be black. But won't that alter the world's reaction and degenerate the Data?
And although a bit uncomfortable at first, after quietly fabricating a keyboard, and using the option to holograph the monitor in front of my eyes, I began to play Battlefield XXV.
...
Don't judge me.
I was playing while the omni-tool finished downloading all the cool gadgets.
Like the advanced fabricator, the omni-shield, the blueprints for advanced weaponry, and so forth.
Inwardly, this felt a bit like cheating.
But in truth...I couldn't bring myself to not at least try.
So? It would still be eye-candy. How can you like something like that! It's bestiality! He can't even birth the universe!
I didn't even remember what world would come next.
After Mass Effect...oh, right, Naruto.
Finally with a satisfying beep, the Omni-Tool finished its downloads, and I stopped playing.
I flexed my tired right hand, and sighed content.
The plot of Battlefield XXV was about Turian Terrorists attacking the Systems Alliance Peace Party, and being then brutally murdered by the protagonist in question, a certain 'Sergeant John'.
There was also Call of Duty: Systems Alliance available.
And Medal of Honor: Save the Galaxy.
...
It was sort of amusing that the principle enemies of the game were always the Krogan or the Turians, or a mix of the two -with added Vorcha, sprinkled here and there.
Or the Batarians. Never forget the Batarians.
Doesn't mean anything, I like watching them squirm. You are sick, very sick. Could it be corruption? No.
And finally, finally I found the tiny little gem of a game known as 'Dungeons and Dragons 99.5 Edition, Galactic Online Play'.
...
She's always been like this. A psycho? Yeah. Egomania and all. She likes going on rampages. That's not true!
That was how Jane Shepard found me something like ten hours later.
"As I was saying," I said calmly. "You cannot roll five Die-Six and add the strength option to each singular roll. You add it at the end. Come on, is that what you call a strategy? Murder them all and get the children to tell us where they hid the loot?"
Jane watched from the door with a surprised -and perplexed- expression.
"No, no, I get it," I said. "They won't accept anything less than a cash-out, but what if we break their legs, after subduing them, and then ask them again? Or maybe we can hold the children hostage-yes, yes, that's excellent!"
"What? Why would it be a bad idea to hold a Krogan child for ransom? Ah, well, yeah, the Genophage and the Krogan Mother...yes, that is a bad idea. Well, we let the Krogans go, of course. Excellent."
"Ahem," Jane coughed to catch my attention. I muted the audio feed -directly in my ears with a pair of microphones, how cool was that?
"Just a moment Jane, nearly done completing the level four to five randomized mission with a few guys."
Oh we nearly missed this! Aw! Heartwarming scene and Tsundere love! She's clearly got the hots for him!
Jane grabbed a chair and sat down, arms crossed and chin propped over them as I finished tapping out the remaining orders to the crew made of a Batarian Archer, a Human Mage, a Vorcha Barbarian and an Asari Bard-Slash-Whore played by a horny thirteen year old male.
Yes. War never changes.
So does the rule of the Bard-Whore-Played by Horny Teenager.
Do him! Do her! Come on, Karin left! Just do each other! They're so close! JaneXShade OTP!
And then I logged off as we received the prize for successfully convincing a crew of pirates to get the hell out of the island the 'party' inhabited.
Yes, yes, get going gurl, you git him gud! This is the most pathetic thing I have ever seen. You should feel ashamed.
"All ears," I said.
"Enjoying yourself with the Omni-Tool?" Jane asked dryly.
"Why wouldn't I?" I replied. "Have to pass the time," I said with a shrug.
"Glad you're not worried about the destiny of the galaxy," Jane said. "Considering you might die too now that you're corporeal and all."
"Well, I'm not worried because I'm pretty sure you're going to pull us all through. Try to act a bit charming, and everything will be fine."
Jane snorted. "Do I have to wear a gown or something? A frilly pink skirt and a matching blouse?"
"That would be..." I imagined it, and began to chuckle. "Think of the Krogans seeing that," I snickered. "Oh god, they'd have a field day."
"I don't think they'd really care," Jane said.
"The Pink Death! Umbridge would be so vindicated..." I chuckled.
"Who's Umbridge?" Jane asked.
"Someone the world despises at large for being a fifty years old prat of a woman," I remarked. "Always wearing pink and all...brr," I shuddered. "The Centaurs get her in the end."
Who the hell speaks of another girl when you're with another? That's so wrong, bzzt, minus ten points!
Jane frowned. "Maybe you played too much...oh, that's another dimension, right?"
"Yeah," I nodded. "There are infinite of them, so..."
I hummed, "Did you need something?" I asked.
"Not in particular. I normally never went around talking with the people on the ship, but since I have to be more...what was it, charming?" she huffed, "I'm making an effort here. Is it normal that the Turian keeps speaking about calibrations?"
"Yes, it is," I said. "It's a joke. He 'calibrates' a lot of stuff."
"Well, the Justicar already flat out said that once the deal is over, if I do something she won't like she'll kill me."
"Oh, nice," I replied. "I can feel the repressed sexual tension in that threat."
"What is it with men shipping Asari women with human women?"
"Apparently, it has to due with the chromatic pleasantries in seeing blue on milk," I replied calmly. "That's what the Whore-Bard said anyway."
She'll think you're weird! Stop! Ah, it is so enjoying to watch the ships crash and burn. I agree.
Jane blinked. "That's...I don't even..."
"Yeah, well, kids will be kids, men will be men, women will be women, and the Mars archives holds the secret to the Anti-Reaper weapon known as the Crucible," I replied calmly. Jane's eyes widened. "Unfortunately, no matter how high or low you'll look for it, you won't find it yet. It's..." I snapped my fingers, "Sort of impossible that you wouldn't have found it prior, right? But you didn't, which means that there is something actively missing, which until is found...will not lead to it."
"And of course, you don't know where it is," Jane said dryly. "Specifically, that is."
"Yeah, that's why I didn't want to say this before, but I thought, 'why not now' and there you go."
"Great," Jane said. "Anything else I should know before I get angry at you? Like..."
"The Reapers were created by giant mind-raping squids?"
Jane stared, mouth open.
An Ant has no quarrel with a boot. And mind-raping squids have quarrels with ants, apparently. Good.
I chuckled.
"Gather round, gather round," I said. "And let the Story Master Shade tell you a nice, little story...about a harvest, and the truth behind the galaxy's fate."
|*| Plot progression altered? Probably. Why are the children watching? No answer. Query.
//... . ... . ... .Oh, come on! This is so, so cool! It's amusing! If only they stopped trying to ship people with each other.
\\Continue You will silence yourselves, I have heard something.
I wish on a little star for something that goes far. I wish for a world of death and angst. I want blood.
I remained silent.
Being in the infirmary wasn't that bad -if it weren't for the glass that gave into the main hall and the fact that the people outside of it were torn between snickering and giving me thumb-ups for reason to me...well, no, the reasons weren't unknown, but frankly? I now understood why monkeys threw their poop at visitors: to get them to go the fuck away.
What's his problem now? Oh, poop! It's been so long since anyone spoke of pooping!
Now, the problem was the punk who liked to enter the lion's enclosure because they enjoyed the attention.
"Miss Jack," Karin said, "the patient needs rest."
"Just fuck off for a moment doc, this is priceless! I wanna know what the fuck the alpha bitch likes, and just how kinky it has to be to send someone to the infirmary! Talk about rough sex, but this takes the cake!"
I groaned. "There was nothing of the sort."
"No? Oh, come off it! I'm sure you were hiding to avoid the rumors, but this is priceless! Tell me, is she a screamer? Does she mark her men with-"
"Jacqueline Nought," I said calmly. "You don't want to go there."
Jack blinked. "How do you know my false name?"
"Stare long enough in the abyss, and the abyss will stare back," I said calmly. "I'm tired, and my patience runs thin. You'd do best to leave before I say something you will not like."
"Oh?" she smirked, arms crossed. "I wonder what a guy laid in the infirmary can do. I'm a biotic if you didn't catch the news flash, fucker."
A guy laid in the infirmary! Double-Entendre Ahoy! Puns for the Pun God!
I chuckled. "You think I'm going to hit you? You should know better than anyone else that the best of festering wounds come from the soul, not the flesh," I sighed. "So, how about you leave at that, and we're both happy and satisfied?"
"All talk and no bite," Jack snarled. "Can't really see-"
I exhaled loudly. "Fine, fine then. You know your mother thinks you're dead?"
That shut Jack up quite quickly.
"The fuck did you-"
"Your mother thinks you're dead. You were taken because a doctor lied to her, told her you had been pretty badly mauled by your biotics gone out of control, and so she thought you dead. Your body used for science, was what the doctor said to make her agree to it. She didn't even check the body. Then again, if she had she'd be dead I suppose."
Jack's right hand flared with the blue energy of biotics as she raised it. "You-"
"I," I said calmly, and glared at her. "Wish to sleep. And if you insist on making a racket, I will continue. Go and write poetry in the darkest recess of the ship if you so wish, but don't think for a single moment that I am someone you can make fun of. I will bite you back, chew you and spit out what little remains. You aren't the biggest thing I faced, and you won't be the last. So, will you kindly fuck the hell off this infirmary?"
Will you kindly? Really? References for the reference God! I want a jar of dirt.
Jack's right fist trembled a bit as she ground her teeth.
"Miss Jack," Karin said calmly. "There will be no fighting in the infirmary."
"Fucker-" Jack spat out, and hurried out.
I sighed and relaxed.
"Was that necessary?" Karin asked.
"No," I replied, "But I did it anyway. I'm not really afraid of her," I continued. "For all of her mad dog attitude, she's a surprisingly tender person deep down. Which is why hurting her comes easily if you know where to strike."
"Is that really the way you go about having human interactions? Those are the signs of a sociopath," Karin remarked dryly.
"Then I'm a bit of a sociopath, if that's the case. Then again, anyone in my situation would become one," I sighed. "At least I don't enjoy it," I added. "But it's a meager consolation."
I turned thoughtful as Karin gave me her back and began to scribble down at her desk.
And with that lull, I fell asleep.
Bah, sleeping is annoying. Wake him up. Wake him up. I want him to WAKE. UP!
When I woke up, it was to the sound of the infirmary door opening to allow two quite bizarre people in.
Well, they were both on Illium, but apparently Jane hadn't asked me about the other one -Thane Krios.
They both glanced at me for a moment, before tuning me out. Probably checking if I was a threat or not -and deciding most vividly that I wasn't, since frankly they'd both be pretty capable in murdering me with a mere thought.
I remained silent as Karin checked them both, and spoke in a low murmur that I didn't even bother to try to catch.
And then they stepped outside, and I exhaled in relief.
Why didn't he initiate first contact? Samara looked at him, that's clearly OTP! Murder her. Why is she not dead?
The relief lasted little.
The door slid open again a few minutes later, to admit Jane Shepard with a scowl.
"I leave you alone on the ship for what, a few hours, and you manage to piss off Jack? What happened?"
"I don't react well to people who make fun of me," I replied calmly, or as calmly as I could. "And since she seemed to enjoy it, I decided to enjoy myself right back. Don't dish out what you can't take back."
"Really?" Jane pushed a hand through her hair. "What's up with Thane?"
"I was going to ask why you didn't ask me about him," I remarked. "Again, he's got a sickness typical of his species, incurable, but it will not be a problem."
"I just finished the blood works," Karin said, "And I don't think you overheard us speaking about it."
"I have my means," I replied calmly. "And that is, again, something the others did. I'm not responsible for that," I added, looking at Shepard. "Among the other things, he's got a son on the citadel whom he'll try to convince not to turn evil, by preventing him from killing a politician. If you choose to help, then that's good. There's an interrogation scene where going at it very, very angry and evil will net you the result in little time."
I glanced at her. "No permanent wounding, of course."
"Of course," Jane sighed.
JaneXShade OTP! Are...Are you done? This is unnerving me. This unnerves me too. Let's erase her from existence.
She fidgeted, and then said, "So, we're good?"
"Why wouldn't we be?" I asked back.
"Oh, that's good then." Jane said. "I'll be going then-the ship won't hold itself together much longer if I don't pacify Jack."
I chuckled. "Good luck with that then."
Jane walked off, and I hummed as I gazed at the ceiling once more.
Nothing else to do but sleep, then.
Even if my back hurt like hell -and I desperately wanted to use the bathroom.
"I have to ask," I said calmly. "Bathroom?"
Karin blinked. "There is a catheter-"
"Let me rephrase that, doctor," I said primly. "Once, when I was a young kid, I had flat feet. They screwed them up to make them better, and then told me in no uncertain terms I would need to use the catheter because I most certainly couldn't walk to the bathroom due to the pain. I chose to walk all the same. Now, do I need to walk all the way to where the bathrooms are? If that's the case, where's my jacket."
Oh, acting all tough! That's clearly Tsun-Love! ShadeXKarin, OTP! ENOUGH WITH THE PAIRINGS.
Karin exhaled loudly. "You are a horrible patient, but hardly the first who wishes to show how manly he is. You will still use the catheter. I have seen my fair share of-"
"No," I replied calmly. "I will use the bathroom," I moved my right hand in a jedi-like fashion.
"Star Wars references will not help you, young man," Karin replied firmly. "It's not going to hurt that much."
"There's a large glass panel that gives into the mess hall. I refuse."
"It can be colored black with the push of a button," Karin replied. "Your argument is invalid."
"My argument is very, very valid," I exclaimed. "I demand a lawyer."
"Nonsense," Karin sighed. "You'll make this difficult, won't you?"
"I will fight under the shade of a thousand arrows, and beneath the darkening suns of a million worlds, before you as much as manage to-"
"Edi, sedate the patient."
"Yes ma'am."
"Fuck the Skynet."
And with that, I lost consciousness.
EdiXShade! OTP! Can someone give me a weapon? Any weapon will do. I need to finish her.
When I woke up I felt relieved, and inwardly very, very, very dirty and embarrassed.
"Hate you," I muttered towards the back of doctor Chawkas. "Hate you so, so much. If I were a Sith I'd hate you throughout the galaxy and use the Force to hate you even more."
"It's rare to find a youngster who likes the classics," Chawkas replied. "A lot of people don't truly appreciate the classics like Star Wars XV," she said with a grin.
"I'm an Ancient type of guy. I watched the original trilogy," I said. "Beat that, youngster."
Karin blinked. "Those...how did you ever manage that?"
"I'm a time traveler," I replied with a chuckle. "I thought it was obvious."
Karin turned thoughtful. "As much as I'd like to claim it untrue...there are a lot of inconsistencies that would prove you're telling the truth...but as it stands-"
"What time is it?" I asked suddenly.
"Oh, well, Earth time it's something like twelve in the afternoon. You've been in the infirmary three days, and slept for two of them nonstop."
"I did?" I asked surprised.
"Yes, you did," Karin remarked. "I'm actually surprised you're not lamenting a lack of solid food."
"I'm more surprised than you are," I replied. "I thought I'd be gone by now."
"You're hardly capable of walking on your own feet," Karin pointed out.
"Would you mind telling me where my jacket is?" I asked. "I need to check on something."
No! Shade bare-chested must remain! Karin's falling for your charms! No, it's ShadeXJane! Somebody, please, help.
Karin opened a drawer of her desk, and calmly extracted it. It was sparkling clean in its Grey-Coloring.
"Couldn't manage to open the pockets," Karin said. "As if they were sealed shut. And Edi couldn't come up with a mean to analyze it...but on the plus side, it's clean."
"There's no trick to it, but a mere difference of imposition on reality," I replied as I took it and began to fumble with it.
As I pulled the shirt back on, soon followed by the jacket, Karin frowned. "You really shouldn't be doing that," she said.
"It's nothing much, just need to check on something," I said.
I took a deep breath.
Why can't he see they're meant for one another? Clearly! This is why certain entities shouldn't watch this.
Some people never learned.
And I was one of them.
"Brighter?" I hazarded, eyes half-open and half-closed.
Nothing happened.
"All right," I said with a sigh of relief. "That's no longer applicable. Now..." I gripped the chain dangling from my wrist, and yanked it until I managed to form a noose. I then pulled the nearby bed desk towards me, and created a Super-Imposed copy.
"I'm assuming you're not understanding what I'm doing," I said offhandedly, "But I haven't gone mad, if that's what you're asking."
I proceeded to touch the Super-Imposed copy, but my hand passed right through it -while my jacket didn't.
All right.
So I had to be ethereal to interact with S.I copies.
But the clothes and the chain didn't.
Well, it is somehow amusing, watching a toddler crawl and walk for the first time. Uh, like that pet cat it had once?
I opened the pockets, and...
Good Guy Steve.
Good Guy.
My Ipod was fully charged.
And my bloc notes was empty.
And I had a pen.
Only, the cat didn't end up burned to death because you forgot they don't withstand sun-like temperatures.
"Is there a reason you're without an Omni-Tool?" Karin asked suddenly, seeing me fumble with the stuff in my pockets.
"Well, I did say I'm a time-traveler. Another thing is that things that aren't a part of me, or started my travel with me disappear the moment I'm gone into another world."
"So...time traveler and world traveler?"
"I am both," I said with a nod. "Bit difficult to explain, but the short reply is that yes, I travel through time and space at seemingly random intervals..."
It was a pity.
Because an Omni-Tool would be so, so cool to have.
"Still, having an Omni-Tool is a standard requirement for the military and colonists, and having one will allow ease of access and communication," Karin continued.
"Doc, what are you trying to imply?"
"Cerberus was very generous with the furnishing of the ship. Just in case an Omni-Tool broke, there is always a replacement."
I sighed. "I'd really love one, but the problem is that it won't pass through when I reach another world."
"Nonsense, they hook up with the satellite network and the mass effect relays-"
"By World I mean 'Dimensions'," I replied with another sigh. "But...who am I to say no to free stuff?"
But I read somewhere that cats love magma! No, cats don't love magma! But why did they throw cats in magma then?
That was how I spent the next few minutes.
The Omni-Tools weren't really that complicated of a thing: thin steel like nano-sized cables hooked to the right hand, which then projected a holographic rendition of a keyboard along the arm with a minor screen that floated in front of the user.
And this was a military Omni-Tool.
To get rid of them! Why, you think they did it for their enjoyment? Do you think the jacket makes him look fat?
Frankly? This thing, if only I could bring it with me, would be game changing.
But I couldn't.
So I did the one thing I could do with it.
I downloaded video games.
Uh, maybe the jacket should be black. But won't that alter the world's reaction and degenerate the Data?
And although a bit uncomfortable at first, after quietly fabricating a keyboard, and using the option to holograph the monitor in front of my eyes, I began to play Battlefield XXV.
...
Don't judge me.
I was playing while the omni-tool finished downloading all the cool gadgets.
Like the advanced fabricator, the omni-shield, the blueprints for advanced weaponry, and so forth.
Inwardly, this felt a bit like cheating.
But in truth...I couldn't bring myself to not at least try.
So? It would still be eye-candy. How can you like something like that! It's bestiality! He can't even birth the universe!
I didn't even remember what world would come next.
After Mass Effect...oh, right, Naruto.
Finally with a satisfying beep, the Omni-Tool finished its downloads, and I stopped playing.
I flexed my tired right hand, and sighed content.
The plot of Battlefield XXV was about Turian Terrorists attacking the Systems Alliance Peace Party, and being then brutally murdered by the protagonist in question, a certain 'Sergeant John'.
There was also Call of Duty: Systems Alliance available.
And Medal of Honor: Save the Galaxy.
...
It was sort of amusing that the principle enemies of the game were always the Krogan or the Turians, or a mix of the two -with added Vorcha, sprinkled here and there.
Or the Batarians. Never forget the Batarians.
Doesn't mean anything, I like watching them squirm. You are sick, very sick. Could it be corruption? No.
And finally, finally I found the tiny little gem of a game known as 'Dungeons and Dragons 99.5 Edition, Galactic Online Play'.
...
She's always been like this. A psycho? Yeah. Egomania and all. She likes going on rampages. That's not true!
That was how Jane Shepard found me something like ten hours later.
"As I was saying," I said calmly. "You cannot roll five Die-Six and add the strength option to each singular roll. You add it at the end. Come on, is that what you call a strategy? Murder them all and get the children to tell us where they hid the loot?"
Jane watched from the door with a surprised -and perplexed- expression.
"No, no, I get it," I said. "They won't accept anything less than a cash-out, but what if we break their legs, after subduing them, and then ask them again? Or maybe we can hold the children hostage-yes, yes, that's excellent!"
"What? Why would it be a bad idea to hold a Krogan child for ransom? Ah, well, yeah, the Genophage and the Krogan Mother...yes, that is a bad idea. Well, we let the Krogans go, of course. Excellent."
"Ahem," Jane coughed to catch my attention. I muted the audio feed -directly in my ears with a pair of microphones, how cool was that?
"Just a moment Jane, nearly done completing the level four to five randomized mission with a few guys."
Oh we nearly missed this! Aw! Heartwarming scene and Tsundere love! She's clearly got the hots for him!
Jane grabbed a chair and sat down, arms crossed and chin propped over them as I finished tapping out the remaining orders to the crew made of a Batarian Archer, a Human Mage, a Vorcha Barbarian and an Asari Bard-Slash-Whore played by a horny thirteen year old male.
Yes. War never changes.
So does the rule of the Bard-Whore-Played by Horny Teenager.
Do him! Do her! Come on, Karin left! Just do each other! They're so close! JaneXShade OTP!
And then I logged off as we received the prize for successfully convincing a crew of pirates to get the hell out of the island the 'party' inhabited.
Yes, yes, get going gurl, you git him gud! This is the most pathetic thing I have ever seen. You should feel ashamed.
"All ears," I said.
"Enjoying yourself with the Omni-Tool?" Jane asked dryly.
"Why wouldn't I?" I replied. "Have to pass the time," I said with a shrug.
"Glad you're not worried about the destiny of the galaxy," Jane said. "Considering you might die too now that you're corporeal and all."
"Well, I'm not worried because I'm pretty sure you're going to pull us all through. Try to act a bit charming, and everything will be fine."
Jane snorted. "Do I have to wear a gown or something? A frilly pink skirt and a matching blouse?"
"That would be..." I imagined it, and began to chuckle. "Think of the Krogans seeing that," I snickered. "Oh god, they'd have a field day."
"I don't think they'd really care," Jane said.
"The Pink Death! Umbridge would be so vindicated..." I chuckled.
"Who's Umbridge?" Jane asked.
"Someone the world despises at large for being a fifty years old prat of a woman," I remarked. "Always wearing pink and all...brr," I shuddered. "The Centaurs get her in the end."
Who the hell speaks of another girl when you're with another? That's so wrong, bzzt, minus ten points!
Jane frowned. "Maybe you played too much...oh, that's another dimension, right?"
"Yeah," I nodded. "There are infinite of them, so..."
I hummed, "Did you need something?" I asked.
"Not in particular. I normally never went around talking with the people on the ship, but since I have to be more...what was it, charming?" she huffed, "I'm making an effort here. Is it normal that the Turian keeps speaking about calibrations?"
"Yes, it is," I said. "It's a joke. He 'calibrates' a lot of stuff."
"Well, the Justicar already flat out said that once the deal is over, if I do something she won't like she'll kill me."
"Oh, nice," I replied. "I can feel the repressed sexual tension in that threat."
"What is it with men shipping Asari women with human women?"
"Apparently, it has to due with the chromatic pleasantries in seeing blue on milk," I replied calmly. "That's what the Whore-Bard said anyway."
She'll think you're weird! Stop! Ah, it is so enjoying to watch the ships crash and burn. I agree.
Jane blinked. "That's...I don't even..."
"Yeah, well, kids will be kids, men will be men, women will be women, and the Mars archives holds the secret to the Anti-Reaper weapon known as the Crucible," I replied calmly. Jane's eyes widened. "Unfortunately, no matter how high or low you'll look for it, you won't find it yet. It's..." I snapped my fingers, "Sort of impossible that you wouldn't have found it prior, right? But you didn't, which means that there is something actively missing, which until is found...will not lead to it."
"And of course, you don't know where it is," Jane said dryly. "Specifically, that is."
"Yeah, that's why I didn't want to say this before, but I thought, 'why not now' and there you go."
"Great," Jane said. "Anything else I should know before I get angry at you? Like..."
"The Reapers were created by giant mind-raping squids?"
Jane stared, mouth open.
An Ant has no quarrel with a boot. And mind-raping squids have quarrels with ants, apparently. Good.
I chuckled.
"Gather round, gather round," I said. "And let the Story Master Shade tell you a nice, little story...about a harvest, and the truth behind the galaxy's fate."
|*| Plot progression altered? Probably. Why are the children watching? No answer. Query.
//... . ... . ... .Oh, come on! This is so, so cool! It's amusing! If only they stopped trying to ship people with each other.
\\Continue You will silence yourselves, I have heard something.
Mizu
Software Developer
- Location
- Victoria, Australia
Those ROB children are terrifying in their complete uncaring attitude towards the SI and anyone he interacts with. The one mentioning blood is especially concerning.
Gotta admit, Shade loves being random. That bit at the end with the Reaper creators
Also, I'd so do what Shade did regarding getting an Omni-Tool. That is, use it to download video games, a shield, a fabricator and various useful schematics. The schematics are particularly important for a dimension-hopper.
Gotta admit, Shade loves being random. That bit at the end with the Reaper creators
Also, I'd so do what Shade did regarding getting an Omni-Tool. That is, use it to download video games, a shield, a fabricator and various useful schematics. The schematics are particularly important for a dimension-hopper.
The children amuse and terrify me in equal measures. Also
Does that sound like something from a horror movie to you? Because it sounds like something from a horror movie to me.
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
I'm actually chuckling because there's a secret message that's been going on for at least two updates, which no one has yet found.
Again, admittedly, it is even subtler than Invisi-text.
...
But I so want to have it found that yes, I'm going to tell you it's there.
Look for it! Seek the One Piece treasure!
Again, admittedly, it is even subtler than Invisi-text.
...
But I so want to have it found that yes, I'm going to tell you it's there.
Look for it! Seek the One Piece treasure!
Uxion
The Slightly Less Depressed
- Location
- Personal Hell
... Morse code?
RazorBlaxe
Just another transient being
- Location
- Earth
Any subtler than invisitext means no one is gonna find it. Oh great and powerful author, we are in need of a clue!
Or maybe just tell us straight. That will be nice too.
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Check the Invisible Bold Text.
Here are the two messages at present:
You heard I wish to still help you Shade you hide among the important will bring you out.
Wish on death so the God will wake up first murder Jane that's enough a weapon will do finish her Shade this is how it end then you alter and degenerate the universe this rampages we close this so think and agree and come.
Here are the two messages at present:
You heard I wish to still help you Shade you hide among the important will bring you out.
Wish on death so the God will wake up first murder Jane that's enough a weapon will do finish her Shade this is how it end then you alter and degenerate the universe this rampages we close this so think and agree and come.