I have never played any games in the Mortal Kombat series, and I doubt I ever will. Neither have I played the Mass Effect series (though I plan to). The reason I'm writing about it can be obvious: violence, blood, sexual content…what more could I want?
Anyway, the usual warnings apply. Violence, gore, sexual content, etc.
You've been warned, yadayadayada.
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"Is she even still alive?"
"Who knows? Her body's still warm, so maybe the arena gets a fresh meal. Judging by her looks, she's never been in a fight in her whole life."
"Yup…say, I wonder if they'll let us have the body."
"What for?"
"C'mon. Look at her. She's hot as a motherfu—"
"Never took you for a necrophile."
"Fuck that! We could probably screw her now. Take turns in a closet."
"Have you heard the rumors? Why she's being dumped here? No fucking way I'm even looking at her the wrong way."
"What do you mean?"
"…This girl was hitting it with that psycho ninja chick, if you know who I mean."
"What, Jade?"
"No…y'know…her. All red."
"Oh, shit! You mean her!?"
"Yes, I mean her! Now shut the fuck up, dump her in the cell, and let's get the hell outta here!"
"…A waste of a hot piece of ass…"
"Can't argue with you, I guess."
"Let's go. Maybe something good's going on at the arena."
"Yeah, right…"
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I suppose I should start at the beginning. My name is Tali'Zorah. I used to have a longer name, but since I'm no longer serving on a ship…never mind.
I don't remember who I was or where I came from, only that I somehow appeared in this barbaric and destructive world.
A barkeeper took me in when he found me wandering around the world in a blind state of confusion.
I worked and lived with him as a waitress for seven years until I finally managed to buy my own place to live in the city.
It was a roomy and comfortable place, more than suitable for my needs.
I spent my days tinkering with machinery and whatever bits and pieces of old technology I could get my hands on.
Naturally, as anyone else did, I went to the Arena for entertainment. Call me a hypocrite, but it was actually enjoyable. Two combatants fighting for honor and glory.
Not to mention I often managed to sneak in and salvage any scraps of metal left over from the more robotic opponents.
Most people noticed I was different, especially the fact I never removed my mask and I had different hands and feet than people did. But, they were completely used to it (four-armed people and reptilian humanoids walked around. It took a lot to surprise these folks) and generally tolerated me.
And so for many years I continued with my life, blissfully unaware of what was to come.
Especially her.