Tali has a nice plump ass.

Amazing take on Mass Effect 2. But when is the third story being posted?

Black Knight: None shall pass.
King Arthur: What?
Black Knight: None shall pass.
King Arthur: I have no quarrel with you, good Sir Knight, but I must cross this bridge.
Black Knight: Then you shall die.
King Arthur: I command you, as King of the Britons, to stand aside!
Black Knight: I move for no man.
King Arthur: So be it!
(Rounds of melee, with Arthur cutting off the left arm of the black knight.)
King Arthur: Now stand aside, worthy adversary.
Black Knight: Tis but a scratch.
King Arthur: A scratch?! Your arm's off!
Black Knight: No it isn't.
King Arthur: Well what's that then? (Pointing to the knight's arm lying on the ground.)
Black Knight: I've had worse.
King Arthur: You liar!
Black Knight: Come on then, you pansy! (Charges Arthur, who chops the knight's remaining arm off.)
King Arthur: Victory is mine! (Kneels and starts to pray) We thank thee Lord, that in thy- (is kicked in the head by the armless knight.)
Black Knight: Come on then!
King Arthur: What?
Black Knight: Have at you! (Kicks Arthur)
King Arthur: You are indeed brave, good Sir Knight, but the fight is mine.
Black Knight: Oohh, had enough, eh?
King Arthur: Look, you stupid bastard, you've got no arms left!
Black Knight: Yes I have.
King Arthur: Look!
Black Knight: Just a flesh wound. (Continues to kick and taunt Arthur)
King Arthur: Stop that!
Black Knight: Chicken! Chicken!
King Arthur: Look, I'll have your leg. (Receives a very sharp kick) Right! (Chops off one of the black knight's legs)
Black Knight: Right! I'll do you for that!
King Arthur: You'll what?
Black Knight: Come here!
King Arthur: What are you going to do, bleed on me?!
Black Knight: I'm invincible!
King Arthur: You're a looney.
Black Knight: The Black Knight always triumphs! Have at you! Come on then. (Hopping on one leg towards King Arthur)
(King Arthur chops his other leg off, leaving his body upright on the ground.)
Black Knight: Alright, we'll call it a draw.
King Arthur: Come, Patsy!
Black Knight: Oh, oh I see. Running away, eh?! You yellow bastards! Come back here and take what's coming to you! I'll bite your legs off!
(Fade to black.)

Cool, Cool, Considerate Men Lyrics

John Dickinson:
Oh, say
Do you see what I see
Congress sitting here in sweet serenity

I could cheer
The reason's clear
For the first time in a year
Adams isn't here

And look
The sun is in the sky
A breeze is blowing by
And there's not a single fly

I sing Hosanna, Hosanna
(Hosanna, Hosanna)
And it's cool

Come ye cool, cool conservative men
Our like may never ever been seen again
We have land, cash in hand
Self command, future planned
Fortune thrives, society survives
In neatly ordered lives
With well-endowered wives

Come sing
Hosanna, Hosanna
In our breeding and our manner
We are cool

Come ye cool, cool considerate set
We'll dance together to the same minuet
To the right, ever to the right
Never to the left, forever to the right

Let our creed
Be never to exceed
Regulated speed
No matter what the need

Come sing
Hosanna, Hosanna
Emblazoned on our banner
Is "keep cool"

Hands attach
Tightly latch
Everybody match

Charles Thomson:
I have a new dispatch!

("From the commander, Army of the United Colonies in New York, dispatch number 1,158, to the honourable President John Hancock. Dear sir,
I awoke this morning to find that General Howe has landed 25,000 British regulars and Hessian mercenaries on Staten Island, and that their fleet under the command of his brother Admiral Lord Howe patrols all of the Hudson and East Rivers to New York Harbour, which now looks like all of London afloat. I can no longer in good conscience withhold from the Congress my certainty that the British military object at this time is Philadelphia. Happy would I be if I could see a means of preventing them, but at present I confess that I do not. Oh, how I wish I had never seen the Continental Army. I would have done better to retire to the back country and to live in a wigwam.
Y'r ob'dt, G. Washington")

Conservatives:
What we do
We do rationally

John Dickinson:
We never, ever go off half-cocked
Not we

Conservatives:
Why begin
Till we know that we can win

John Dickinson:
And if we cannot win
Why bother to begin?

Edward Rutledge:
We say this game's not of our choosing
Why should we risk losing?

Conservatives:
We cool, cool men

John Dickinson:
(Mr. Hancock, you're a man of property. One of us. Why don't you join us in our minuet? Why do you persist on dancing with Mr. Adams? Good Lord, sir. You don't even like him.)

John Hancock:
That is true
He annoys me quite a lot
But still, I'd rather trot
To Mr. Adams' new gavotte

John Dickinson:
(But why, sir? For personal glory? For a place in history? Be careful, sir. History will brand Mr. Adams and his followers as traitors.)

John Hancock:
(Traitors, Mr. Dickinson? To what? The British crown? Or the British half-crown? Fortunately, there are not enough men of property in America to dictate policy.)

John Dickinson:
(Well, perhaps not. But don't forget that most men with nothing would rather protect the possibility of becoming rich than face the reality of being poor. And that is why they will follow us)

To the right, ever to the right
Never to the left, forever to the right

Where there's gold
A market that will hold
Tradition that is old
Reluctant to be bold

I sing Hosanna, Hosanna
In a sane and lucid manner
We are cool

We're the cool, cool considerate men
Whose like may never, ever bee seen again
With our land, cash in hand
Self command, future planned

And we'll hold to our gold
Tradition that is old
Reluctant to be bold

We say this game's not of our choosing
Why should we risk losing?

We cool (cool)
Cool (cool)
Cool (cool)
Cool (cool)
Cool (cool)
Cool (cool)

Cool
Cool
Men

Walking in Memphis

[Verse 1]
Put on my blue suede shoes
And I boarded the plane
Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
In the middle of the pouring rain
W.C. Handy won't you look down over me
Yeah I got a first class ticket
But I'm as blue as a boy can be

[Hook]
Then I'm walking in Memphis
Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis
But do I really feel the way I feel

[Verse 2]
Saw the ghost of Elvis
On Union Avenue
Followed him up to the gates of Graceland
Then I watched him walk right through
Now security they did not see him
They just hovered around his tomb
But there's a pretty little thing
Waiting for The King
Down in the Jungle Room

[Hook]
Then I'm walking in Memphis
Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis
But do I really feel the way I feel

[Bridge]
They've got catfish on the table
They've got gospel in the air
And Reverend Green will be glad to see you
When you haven't got a prayer
But boy you've got a prayer in Memphis

[Verse 3]
Now Muriel plays piano
Every Friday at the Hollywood
And they brought me down to see her
And they asked me if I would
Do a little number
And I sang with all my might
And she said
"Tell me are you a Christian child?"
And I said "Ma'am I am tonight"

[Hook]
Then I'm walking in Memphis
Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis
But do I really feel the way I feel
Then I'm walking in Memphis
Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale

Walking in Memphis
But do I really feel the way I feel

[Outro]
Put on my blue suede shoes
And I boarded the plane
Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
In the middle of the pouring rain
Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
In the middle of the pouring rain

Joker: Just you watch Commander, it'll be better than the old days!
Shepard: I hope so. I died.
Joker: Gah, you're such a downer!

I’m honestly partial to reprogramming the heretics.

just wanted to say I haven't read your work here yet took your recommendation to skip to the second part, I loved your take on the ending and aftermath in your other work, tho it was a bit too fairy tail and happy nothing goes wrong anymore but honestly thats the shit i eat up , compared to the massive hole that me3 official ending have I say your filling it quite well
, I look forward to reading this part and the 3rd

Han'Solo? Obi'Wan? Well, I'm grinning right now, so the easter-egg was delivered with skill and timing! I'm enjoying this serious very much this far. And even more now that I know the author is both creative, depthful and can add humour beautifully.

i know right? Jacob is fng BORING

Love this series but, Miranda and Jack actually getting together would be like a Jewish person willingly being friends with Hitler.

It’d been so long I forgotten how emotional your story was

clicked on this story not expecting much. read the stanzas and the last post changed my mind. its good to know that the sacrifice that the ANZACS made were not forgotten. great so far even though i'm only 2 chapters in. I only hope it gets better as i read. nice job

mothet fucker you made me cry

You are a very good your stories are very emotional