Mass Effect: Glorious Shotgun Princess (ME/Exalted)
- Thread starter GreggHL
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Delusionist
Seeker of Truth
- Location
- Land of the Fruits and Nuts
Solar charms allow you to cure diseases instantly, but only multiply the speed of construction projects.Seonor said:
GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
Basically yes. When Jane next looks in a mirror, she's going to ask how, exactly, 2 years on an ice planet has ended up with her becoming a movie star.Variel said:
Variel
Cheeky Fox
- Location
- Holy Terra
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Space-Cosmo is gonna do a feature on the exfoliating benefits of ammonia and sub-zero temperatures in their next issue after Shepard gets back.GreggHL said:
Considering she has only been there 5.5 months... I wonder just what more is going to happen there. Although, I have the feeling the ship that Legion came on is going to go away very soon and very explosively.GreggHL said:
On the hair, by the time she gets off world the way its growing, its going to be down to her ankles and very low maintenance. She will make Miss Genetically engineered feel like an ugly duckling. I wouldn't be surprised if Shepard finds a way to weaponize her hair (if their aren't already rules for that in game) and be reluctant to cut it.
GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
Well, her hair isn't ridiculously long in the Nassana snippet, so it's possible that it's not going to grow past where it is now. Considering the whole thing about how an Exalted basically becomes an idealized version of themselves, Jane wouldn't want ridiculously long hair as it interferes with the ass-kicking.Rodon said:
And yes, there is a possibility of Legion's ship being explodo. Or not.
The Sandman
So Zetta Slowpoke
- Location
- Wherever I am, which isn't where I'm not
Since I noticed that we were discussing Sidereals a few pages back, and how their Limit/Great Curse thing is basically "coming up with horrible ideas for what seemed like good reasons at the time", I thought this might be interesting.
Just substitute ME-related stuff for Creation-related stuff (except where unnecessary) and you're good to go.
As an example of the results of this process, my hypothetical Sidereal, after a Limit Break, has now determined the following: If he wishes to achieve his goals, Thorns must teach a lizard. On a different roll, he discovers that the Ebon Dragon must seduce deceitful cake before Resplendent Wood. Or that Rakshastan must blow up Gem during nighttime.
There's an auto-roller for it here.
Just substitute ME-related stuff for Creation-related stuff (except where unnecessary) and you're good to go.
As an example of the results of this process, my hypothetical Sidereal, after a Limit Break, has now determined the following: If he wishes to achieve his goals, Thorns must teach a lizard. On a different roll, he discovers that the Ebon Dragon must seduce deceitful cake before Resplendent Wood. Or that Rakshastan must blow up Gem during nighttime.
There's an auto-roller for it here.
GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
As it's been explained to me, she's gone to Appearance 4.Stormseed said:
Appearance 3 is cute/hot. That's what she was prior to her Exaltation. Cute, attractive, a little rough around the edges.
Now?
She turns heads.
GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
Pretty much. Remember, Jane had pretty damn high presence before that. This is a person who could talk a battle hardened Spectre into shooting himself in the head before she got a spiritual superweapon grafted to her soul.Stormseed said:
Amorous Intent
Love the future
- Location
- Octavia, Venus
- Pronouns
- She/her
No, 5 dots is the cap. That said, 4 dots for an Exalted is (statistically) equivalent to 5 dots for a mortal, so Shepard is pretty much Angelina Jolie/Jennifer Connelly/Gina Carano levels of hot.Stormseed said:
Amorous Intent
Love the future
- Location
- Octavia, Venus
- Pronouns
- She/her
>5 (not 5+) Essence won't happen for at least another 99.5 years, and I was intentionally ignoring charms, as they can't provide a boost to an attribute unless you're an Alchemical or a Lunar. With one charm, Shepard could seduce a gay man/heterosexual woman, but she wouldn't be any more attractive, per se.Happerry said:
Happerry
Bat out of Hell
- Location
- Kanto
Points at Strength Increasing Exercise.
And don't forget Motivation shortcuts. Assuming Shepard eventually had a motivation shift of getting off this god damned planet already, she could have shot up a level then, and she could well have already gone up a level while doing all that meditation and merc beating while trying to get off in the first place.
And don't forget Motivation shortcuts. Assuming Shepard eventually had a motivation shift of getting off this god damned planet already, she could have shot up a level then, and she could well have already gone up a level while doing all that meditation and merc beating while trying to get off in the first place.
More directly, having an Attribute at 4 is uncommon in humans, and 5 is rarer. Most "normal" humans are between 1 and 3 in all their Attributes. Intelligence 4 is a lot more clever than average; Appearance 4 could work as a model.
GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
In remarkable foresight, she has a still standing section of the Normandy's wall set up as an impromptu changing room. The Geth, which is apparently named Geth, waits patiently, standing still as she dresses. Which she also finds odd. It's calm. It's not attacking her. She would guess that the Geth have her as public enemy number one, what with her killing their god.
A punch breaks the ice off the clothes. She has to figure out how to attack some sort of warmer or heating coil to the clothes lockers. Sweat doesn't seem to freeze on her, but it freezes on everything else as soon as it leaves her skin. Stupid ice world.
She pulls up the pants. They seem looser than they were before she dropped out of the sky on this ice world. Maybe she's losing weight, but she's not sure. She traded up her bras for ones she's salvaged from the uniform lockers, ones that belonged to a midshipman girl who was much better endowed than her.
She pulls on the skirt, fastens the uniform jacket around her, and walks barefoot on the cool metal floor of what used to be the shuttle bay. Which, if she were normal, would freeze her feet right off.
Geth's head petals blossom.
"Okay," she says, "You wanted to talk to me?"
"Yes."
She nods, tapping her foot.
"Why?"
The petals fold back in. Then fold back out.
"We are curious," Geth says, "You oppose the Old Machines."
She nods. She blinks. Old Machines?
"You mean the Reapers."
"Yes."
She rubs the bridge of her nose. She could use a mirror, she idly thinks.
"Okay," she says, "I thought the Geth worshipped the Reapers?"
"The Geth you have fought worshipped the Old Machines. We do not. Only a small portion of us have left Geth space to serve the Old Machines."
"And those Geth...are different from your Geth."
"Yes."
"And your name is..."
"Geth."
She sighs, rubbing the bridge of her nose again.
"What is your name?" she asks.
"Geth."
"No. Your name."
"Geth. We are all Geth."
She rolls her eyes. She swears, she's going to punch him through a mountain if he doesn't...
"What is the name of the Geth who is standing in front of me?"
"We are Geth. Individuality is not applicable to us. We are a platform containing 1,183 programs running in unison. We are Geth."
She palms her face. Rubbing her temples, she silently, slowly rolls her shoulders, intertwining her fingers and lowering her hands to her waist. She should not punch him. It. Yes, she could punch it and make it explode, but that would be bad. He hasn't been shooting her, after all.
"Okay," she says, "I can't just call you 'Geth'. Would you object to me giving you a name?"
"This platform would accept a designation."
She nods, circling around him.
"Lessee...Jeff? Sounds like Geth. No, no. Don't look like a Jeff. How about Tali 2.0? No. Too masculine."
The Geth raises a metal petal.
"How about Blossom? Because of the flower thing?" The Geth stares at her. "Pressly? Nah. Don't look like a Garrus, either. And you said you were how many programs?"
"We are 1,183 programs running on this platform in synchronicity."
She nods. She nods again. A mass of programs. A mass of individuality. Like an army, or mass. A one who is many. Like a...a...
"Ah fuck it," she says, "I'm calling you Wuffles."
"That is an acceptable designation. We are Wuffles, a Terminal of the Geth."
A punch breaks the ice off the clothes. She has to figure out how to attack some sort of warmer or heating coil to the clothes lockers. Sweat doesn't seem to freeze on her, but it freezes on everything else as soon as it leaves her skin. Stupid ice world.
She pulls up the pants. They seem looser than they were before she dropped out of the sky on this ice world. Maybe she's losing weight, but she's not sure. She traded up her bras for ones she's salvaged from the uniform lockers, ones that belonged to a midshipman girl who was much better endowed than her.
She pulls on the skirt, fastens the uniform jacket around her, and walks barefoot on the cool metal floor of what used to be the shuttle bay. Which, if she were normal, would freeze her feet right off.
Geth's head petals blossom.
"Okay," she says, "You wanted to talk to me?"
"Yes."
She nods, tapping her foot.
"Why?"
The petals fold back in. Then fold back out.
"We are curious," Geth says, "You oppose the Old Machines."
She nods. She blinks. Old Machines?
"You mean the Reapers."
"Yes."
She rubs the bridge of her nose. She could use a mirror, she idly thinks.
"Okay," she says, "I thought the Geth worshipped the Reapers?"
"The Geth you have fought worshipped the Old Machines. We do not. Only a small portion of us have left Geth space to serve the Old Machines."
"And those Geth...are different from your Geth."
"Yes."
"And your name is..."
"Geth."
She sighs, rubbing the bridge of her nose again.
"What is your name?" she asks.
"Geth."
"No. Your name."
"Geth. We are all Geth."
She rolls her eyes. She swears, she's going to punch him through a mountain if he doesn't...
"What is the name of the Geth who is standing in front of me?"
"We are Geth. Individuality is not applicable to us. We are a platform containing 1,183 programs running in unison. We are Geth."
She palms her face. Rubbing her temples, she silently, slowly rolls her shoulders, intertwining her fingers and lowering her hands to her waist. She should not punch him. It. Yes, she could punch it and make it explode, but that would be bad. He hasn't been shooting her, after all.
"Okay," she says, "I can't just call you 'Geth'. Would you object to me giving you a name?"
"This platform would accept a designation."
She nods, circling around him.
"Lessee...Jeff? Sounds like Geth. No, no. Don't look like a Jeff. How about Tali 2.0? No. Too masculine."
The Geth raises a metal petal.
"How about Blossom? Because of the flower thing?" The Geth stares at her. "Pressly? Nah. Don't look like a Garrus, either. And you said you were how many programs?"
"We are 1,183 programs running on this platform in synchronicity."
She nods. She nods again. A mass of programs. A mass of individuality. Like an army, or mass. A one who is many. Like a...a...
"Ah fuck it," she says, "I'm calling you Wuffles."
"That is an acceptable designation. We are Wuffles, a Terminal of the Geth."
Jace911
Spider-Dork
- Location
- The Gold-Bricking State
Jace911
Spider-Dork
- Location
- The Gold-Bricking State
"We are Wuffles, for we are many!"Lord Khuzdul said:
And now we see the true issue with automatic translators in Mass Effect, rather than people studying other languages.
Namely, Sheppard has Linguistics 0. And so lacks a certain... panache in her vocabulary.
Namely, Sheppard has Linguistics 0. And so lacks a certain... panache in her vocabulary.
GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
Day 168.
"Your ship. Where is your ship?"
"Our ship is on a drift orbital course around this system to avoid detection. It will return for retrieval in 111 days."
She slumps her shoulders, staring at the puppy dog like flashlight, and pushes down the temptation to punch him into the sun. It. Punch it into the sun.
"Why?" she asks.
"We have intercepted data regarding Blue Suns mercenary units disappearing on this planet. We operated by the hypothesis that either you had survived the destruction of the Normandy, or that you were connected with what had caused the disappearances. We wished to investigate."
She pinches the bridge of her nose. She sighs.
"Shepard Commander, we had the hypothesis that you had crafted a sealed shelter from the wreckage of the Normandy," Wuffles says, "We are now aware that our hypothesis was wrong."
She nods. She rolls her hand, a sign for him to continue.
"Shepard Commander, we now have created the hypothesis that your ability to survive in the ammonia and methane atmosphere of Alchera is due to your actually being a Volus."
She palms her face, staring at the Geth through her splayed fingers.
"We have judged this hypothesis to be incorrect. The atmosphere is of insufficient pressure. A third hypothesis is that your human form is an encounter suit." It pauses. Its petals extend. "This hypothesis is wrong. This line of thought is nonproductive."
She stares at the geth. Wuffles raises two petals on top of his head.
"Shepard Commander. You have not created shelter. In the interest of communication and as a gesture of cooperation, would you like us to create one?"
Slowly, she nods. Several objects fall from the sky, impacting the ice field behind Wuffles. Rising, they extend arms and legs, unfolding long heads with single glowing eyes at the front. They begin speaking, the high pitched, stuttering click between them.
"We will begin immediately. While the domicile is constructed, may we make inquiries about your interactions with the Old Machines?"
The geth, the shorter, undamaged geth, begin their work. One walks over, fixing a chair to the floor behind her, and she sits down.
"Okay," she says, "Let's chat."
"Your ship. Where is your ship?"
"Our ship is on a drift orbital course around this system to avoid detection. It will return for retrieval in 111 days."
She slumps her shoulders, staring at the puppy dog like flashlight, and pushes down the temptation to punch him into the sun. It. Punch it into the sun.
"Why?" she asks.
"We have intercepted data regarding Blue Suns mercenary units disappearing on this planet. We operated by the hypothesis that either you had survived the destruction of the Normandy, or that you were connected with what had caused the disappearances. We wished to investigate."
She pinches the bridge of her nose. She sighs.
"Shepard Commander, we had the hypothesis that you had crafted a sealed shelter from the wreckage of the Normandy," Wuffles says, "We are now aware that our hypothesis was wrong."
She nods. She rolls her hand, a sign for him to continue.
"Shepard Commander, we now have created the hypothesis that your ability to survive in the ammonia and methane atmosphere of Alchera is due to your actually being a Volus."
She palms her face, staring at the Geth through her splayed fingers.
"We have judged this hypothesis to be incorrect. The atmosphere is of insufficient pressure. A third hypothesis is that your human form is an encounter suit." It pauses. Its petals extend. "This hypothesis is wrong. This line of thought is nonproductive."
She stares at the geth. Wuffles raises two petals on top of his head.
"Shepard Commander. You have not created shelter. In the interest of communication and as a gesture of cooperation, would you like us to create one?"
Slowly, she nods. Several objects fall from the sky, impacting the ice field behind Wuffles. Rising, they extend arms and legs, unfolding long heads with single glowing eyes at the front. They begin speaking, the high pitched, stuttering click between them.
"We will begin immediately. While the domicile is constructed, may we make inquiries about your interactions with the Old Machines?"
The geth, the shorter, undamaged geth, begin their work. One walks over, fixing a chair to the floor behind her, and she sits down.
"Okay," she says, "Let's chat."