The warehouse where they had agreed to meet was dank, dark and had been abandoned for some time. Scraps of meat and bone littered parts of the building, evidence of the occasional pack of Vorcha taking shelter there. None were present when Jack arrived, however, saving her the trouble of clearing out the vermin. At the moment Jack isn't even in the ( Read more... )

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No! Stop it! LET GO OF ME!

She hates the dreams. She hates them. She can handle anything life wants to throw at her, but this is different. She can't fight this with fists or guns or biotics. She can't escape the dreams any more than she can escape her past, no matter how hard she tries. She can't stand the feeling of being the weak and powerless ( Read more... )

If you were to ask Jack when she first started breaking the law, she's probably do two things. First, she'd punch you in the throat for asking stupid bullshit questions, and two she'd probably tell you that she doesn't break the law. Breaking the law implies acknowledging it, and Jack would never waste her time with that. For somebody like Jack, ( Read more... )