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-Couldn't wish for more.-
---Here's my interpretation/variation of a well known Mass Effect 3 scene I came up with a few weeks ago. Let You be known that I never did something like that before and that I'm just trying to display what I have in mind, so maybe some other people can enjoy it or work this idea out properly. You also have to excuse my English, due to the fact that it's not my native language.
Please feel free to comment and give (improvement) suggestions if you feel inclined.---
The letters on the display started to get blurry, and caused Shepard to rub his eyes while leaning over the circle terminal in the operation center of the Normandy. Spending 6 hours finishing mission reports, reading and confirming countless dispatches, talking to crewmembers about different issues, giving interviews to annoying BattleSpace and NewsNet Jornalists, right after comming back from another grinding battle against the ever rising Reaper forces, started to leave its marks on him. And the permanently dimmed lightings of the operation center would not make it easier for the highly regarded Alliance Commander to stand firm.
But for now, most the staff had gone, getting some rest time, eating lunch or breakfast or doing their work elsewhere. The normally fairly busy place was now unusual quiet. Only a muffled humming, comming from the the Normandy's Engeneering and some technicians, operating omni-tools and communication-link terminals on the outer circle of the room could be heard. Although Shepard didn't really take notice of the foreign silence around him, it slowly draged him into a daze that forced him to lay the briefing desplay aside and shift more weight on his right arm, which was leaning on the edge of the holo- terminal desk. All that was suddenly interruped by the opening acess door, though which Garrus proceeded. Garrus had been dropping by every 40 minutes for the last couple of hours, complaining about Shepard, pushing himself to hard, starting to look more like a husk than a human Spectre and stating that he would take care of buisness here, because calibrating the Normandy's weapon systems one more time would be "unfair" against the reaper's "randomly bursting... highly imprecise junk holes of disco lighters". Accepting that he could hardly stand on his feet any longer, Shepard pat Garrus´s shoulder with a slight grin on his face and walked towards the acess door. He stopped at the threshold, saying:"I'll be back in a few hours.", whithout turning back, to see Garrus grinning and shaking his head about Shepard's restlessness and unwillingness to slow down just once.
As Shepard proceeded through the safty terminal, EDI's voice bumbed out of the room speakers, located in the upper corners of the room, greeting him with "Hello, Shepard" with her ever atractive voice, but then stating that she detected a significant high amount of stress and exhaustion in Shepard's biometric scanns and that his heart beat and brain activity hadn't reach a stress relieving rate for more than 52 Sol hours. She also ensured him that Joker offered his "private video collection" for use of "conciderable stress releave", which Shepard kindly rejected.
As Shepard thanked EDI for her "apprehansion", he also let her know that he was very aware of the fact that he was "a bit tired". When Shepard walked towards the elevator, Specialist Traynor turned around, looking at her commander with a uplifting and yet understanding smile, from her work station, where she resided next to Shepard ever since they had to leave earth, announcing, that she would block all incomming requests as long as he would take his well earned time-out. Shepard nodded in appreciation and returned a tired yet sincere smile at Traynor while the doors of the elevator were closing. Leaning against the back wall of the elevator cabin, Shepard couldn´t help but thinking that Traynor´'s smile wasn´t just a empathetic gesture, yet she knew about something that he didn't. These thoughs were quikly swept out of his mind, considering that he would finally get some rest in his, for Alliance standards, highly luxurious bed, although he felt a bit like letting everyone down who was still awake and working. The elevator doors opened and Shepard scuffled through the entrance of the capitain's cabin. He Glanced to the right, where all his ducuments, papers, notebooks and model ships were placed. No lights were flashing on his private terminal, so Traynor really seemed to handle everything. He then glanced to the left, to ensure himself that his fishes and jellyfishes were doing well and the automatic Feeding machine, he bought on the Citadel, for a serious amount of credits, was working correctly.
Having done so, he continued moving towards the pillows that were crying out to his dizzy head.
Yet he stopped before putting a foot onto the first of the steps that leaded to the capitain's bed.
Shepard stood totally still in surprise about what layed ahead of him. What he saw topped all his pleasant expecations about getting the rest that he had been refusing for so long by far and evoked a warm feeling, that ensured Shepard still beeing a living, breathing beeing.
It was Tali. Lying on her side on the left hand side of the bed, slightly curled, her right arm curved so that her head was resting on her hand. The left arm resting on her waist and holding her left hand infront of her chest, like she was in dire need of someone to hold her, to make her feel warm and save in a cold, inhospitable surrounding. She was still sleeping. Shepard just stood there, leaning against the model ship showcase, soaking up this picture that reminded him why Tali was the one he couldn't resist, could forget about everything that bothered him, ease all the pain and loss he had gone through in this war... and his life.
He then finally took the steps and walked up to the bed where his little quarian angel rested so peacefully. Shepard avoided any noise, as he glided up to Tali. He layed down close behind her, laying on his right side, just like Tali. Now he could hear her gently breathing through her mask. He closed his eyes and slowly let his head down in the pillow, while he overcarefully put his arm around Tali's, slowly up and down moving, waist. After a few seconds of total relieve, Shepard felt Tali's hand grabbing his, softly pulling it closer to her breast. "Did I wake you?" he asked almost whispering, with a note of apology and remorse in his voice. "I was... waiting for you." Tali answered whispering in her sweetest voice. "Hope you don't mind me, sneaking into your cabin." she continued with a subtone of apology as well. Shepard began to smile. The odd fact, that Tali really apologized for wanting to be with him, amused him and made him adore Tali even more. "I couldn't wish for more." he gently replied. Within the next moment he felt Tali pulling his hand even closer to her breast, so Shepard's chest and Tali's back would adjoin and they both felt each other breathing. She curled her body a bit more, enclosing Shepards hand like a treasure and cuddled herself up under his protecting arm. After a few moments, laying like that, they both fell into morpheus's arms, as the Normandy made it´s way through the unimaginable expanse of space.
Fin
Ende
El Final
The End
---Here's my interpretation/variation of a well known Mass Effect 3 scene I came up with a few weeks ago. Let You be known that I never did something like that before and that I'm just trying to display what I have in mind, so maybe some other people can enjoy it or work this idea out properly. You also have to excuse my English, due to the fact that it's not my native language.
Please feel free to comment and give (improvement) suggestions if you feel inclined.---
The letters on the display started to get blurry, and caused Shepard to rub his eyes while leaning over the circle terminal in the operation center of the Normandy. Spending 6 hours finishing mission reports, reading and confirming countless dispatches, talking to crewmembers about different issues, giving interviews to annoying BattleSpace and NewsNet Jornalists, right after comming back from another grinding battle against the ever rising Reaper forces, started to leave its marks on him. And the permanently dimmed lightings of the operation center would not make it easier for the highly regarded Alliance Commander to stand firm.
But for now, most the staff had gone, getting some rest time, eating lunch or breakfast or doing their work elsewhere. The normally fairly busy place was now unusual quiet. Only a muffled humming, comming from the the Normandy's Engeneering and some technicians, operating omni-tools and communication-link terminals on the outer circle of the room could be heard. Although Shepard didn't really take notice of the foreign silence around him, it slowly draged him into a daze that forced him to lay the briefing desplay aside and shift more weight on his right arm, which was leaning on the edge of the holo- terminal desk. All that was suddenly interruped by the opening acess door, though which Garrus proceeded. Garrus had been dropping by every 40 minutes for the last couple of hours, complaining about Shepard, pushing himself to hard, starting to look more like a husk than a human Spectre and stating that he would take care of buisness here, because calibrating the Normandy's weapon systems one more time would be "unfair" against the reaper's "randomly bursting... highly imprecise junk holes of disco lighters". Accepting that he could hardly stand on his feet any longer, Shepard pat Garrus´s shoulder with a slight grin on his face and walked towards the acess door. He stopped at the threshold, saying:"I'll be back in a few hours.", whithout turning back, to see Garrus grinning and shaking his head about Shepard's restlessness and unwillingness to slow down just once.
As Shepard proceeded through the safty terminal, EDI's voice bumbed out of the room speakers, located in the upper corners of the room, greeting him with "Hello, Shepard" with her ever atractive voice, but then stating that she detected a significant high amount of stress and exhaustion in Shepard's biometric scanns and that his heart beat and brain activity hadn't reach a stress relieving rate for more than 52 Sol hours. She also ensured him that Joker offered his "private video collection" for use of "conciderable stress releave", which Shepard kindly rejected.
As Shepard thanked EDI for her "apprehansion", he also let her know that he was very aware of the fact that he was "a bit tired". When Shepard walked towards the elevator, Specialist Traynor turned around, looking at her commander with a uplifting and yet understanding smile, from her work station, where she resided next to Shepard ever since they had to leave earth, announcing, that she would block all incomming requests as long as he would take his well earned time-out. Shepard nodded in appreciation and returned a tired yet sincere smile at Traynor while the doors of the elevator were closing. Leaning against the back wall of the elevator cabin, Shepard couldn´t help but thinking that Traynor´'s smile wasn´t just a empathetic gesture, yet she knew about something that he didn't. These thoughs were quikly swept out of his mind, considering that he would finally get some rest in his, for Alliance standards, highly luxurious bed, although he felt a bit like letting everyone down who was still awake and working. The elevator doors opened and Shepard scuffled through the entrance of the capitain's cabin. He Glanced to the right, where all his ducuments, papers, notebooks and model ships were placed. No lights were flashing on his private terminal, so Traynor really seemed to handle everything. He then glanced to the left, to ensure himself that his fishes and jellyfishes were doing well and the automatic Feeding machine, he bought on the Citadel, for a serious amount of credits, was working correctly.
Having done so, he continued moving towards the pillows that were crying out to his dizzy head.
Yet he stopped before putting a foot onto the first of the steps that leaded to the capitain's bed.
Shepard stood totally still in surprise about what layed ahead of him. What he saw topped all his pleasant expecations about getting the rest that he had been refusing for so long by far and evoked a warm feeling, that ensured Shepard still beeing a living, breathing beeing.
It was Tali. Lying on her side on the left hand side of the bed, slightly curled, her right arm curved so that her head was resting on her hand. The left arm resting on her waist and holding her left hand infront of her chest, like she was in dire need of someone to hold her, to make her feel warm and save in a cold, inhospitable surrounding. She was still sleeping. Shepard just stood there, leaning against the model ship showcase, soaking up this picture that reminded him why Tali was the one he couldn't resist, could forget about everything that bothered him, ease all the pain and loss he had gone through in this war... and his life.
He then finally took the steps and walked up to the bed where his little quarian angel rested so peacefully. Shepard avoided any noise, as he glided up to Tali. He layed down close behind her, laying on his right side, just like Tali. Now he could hear her gently breathing through her mask. He closed his eyes and slowly let his head down in the pillow, while he overcarefully put his arm around Tali's, slowly up and down moving, waist. After a few seconds of total relieve, Shepard felt Tali's hand grabbing his, softly pulling it closer to her breast. "Did I wake you?" he asked almost whispering, with a note of apology and remorse in his voice. "I was... waiting for you." Tali answered whispering in her sweetest voice. "Hope you don't mind me, sneaking into your cabin." she continued with a subtone of apology as well. Shepard began to smile. The odd fact, that Tali really apologized for wanting to be with him, amused him and made him adore Tali even more. "I couldn't wish for more." he gently replied. Within the next moment he felt Tali pulling his hand even closer to her breast, so Shepard's chest and Tali's back would adjoin and they both felt each other breathing. She curled her body a bit more, enclosing Shepards hand like a treasure and cuddled herself up under his protecting arm. After a few moments, laying like that, they both fell into morpheus's arms, as the Normandy made it´s way through the unimaginable expanse of space.
Fin
Ende
El Final
The End
---Here's my interpretation/variation of a well known Mass Effect 3 scene I came up with a few weeks ago. Let You be known that I never did something like that before and that I'm just trying to display what I have in mind, so maybe some other people can enjoy it or work this idea out properly. You also have to excuse my English, due to the fact that it's not my native language.
Please feel free to comment and give (improvement) suggestions if you feel inclined.---
Please feel free to comment and give (improvement) suggestions if you feel inclined.---
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Very, very nice indeed! I really like how this all flows. It isn't rushed, and it leads you on at a nice, gentle pace.
The only thing that I would really say could use adjustment would be the large paragraph which is your ending. And, also, when another person begins to speak, put it on a new line. c:
But other than this, very nice... for someone who's native language isn't English, you actually use a better mixture of words than that of other people's work I've actually read who are natively English! Very good!
The only thing that I would really say could use adjustment would be the large paragraph which is your ending. And, also, when another person begins to speak, put it on a new line. c:
But other than this, very nice... for someone who's native language isn't English, you actually use a better mixture of words than that of other people's work I've actually read who are natively English! Very good!