August 4th, 2173 CE
Jasper grunts as Leng pins him to the ground. He's gotten too predictable, too comfortable around the man's familiar face. He'll need to work on that. Leng twists his leg further than necessary. A warning. "Alright, I yield."
"说得对，谢泼德." Leng replies darkly, an irate huff in his breath, and dark eyes slightly burning as they meet Jasper's reluctant gaze. A firm tug is all it takes.
"一、产量." Jasper bites out through the pain. Leng holds for a moment further, then nods in satisfaction, tossing the limb aside like a child discards a toy.
"Great. Now that that's settled, let's go get some chow. Maybe they'll finally make something decent." Leng taps his foot impatiently as Jasper hobbles to his feet.
"Du bist ein Arschloch, weißt du das, Leng?" Jasper groans as his weight settles, favoring his left side as he walks to elevator. Leng rolls his eyes and throws Jasper's arm over his shoulder.
"Ja ja. Jetzt hör auf zu meckern und komm schon. Ich bin am Verhungern." Leng huffs. As the two make their way to the elevator, they continue to bicker, switching between each other's mother tongues as they go. They had begun the practice to get around comm frequency hacks after a nasty mission against a salarian mercenary group nearly ended in disaster. Now it serves as a way for the two to grow linguistically, as well as to maintain privacy.
After a quick stop to the med bay for Jasper's leg, they ascend to the mess proper. They switch their conversation to English, to avoid irritating the rest of the crew. Their fellow platoon members spread out amongst the tables, celebrating yesterday's victory over a particularly nasty asari commando unit. They spy an empty seat in the corner and sit, then the questions begin.
"So, how long did he last this time, Leng?" Florimond leans in jovially.
"Two minutes." Leng smirks. Jasper narrows his eyes.
"I count it closer to three, Leng." Leng chuckles and raises a brow.
"Yeah? Then get your clock fixed. You're lucky I decided to play nice today, Shepard. Don't push your luck." He steals one of Jasper's fries. Jasper swats at him half-heartedly. Florimond laughs.
"Oh my, Lieutenant. You simply must step up your game." Jasper raises a brow of his own and eyes Florimond consideringly.
"You're right. Maybe what I need is a sparring partner. Say, what is it you were doing tomorrow?" Florimond narrows his silver eyes menacingly through his strawberry blonde locks. As the Tannenberg's best infiltrator, he's no stranger to combat, but CQC isn't his specialty. He and Jasper already have a bit of a rivalry going to see who can breach enemy defense protocols the fastest, or score the most headshots, so Jasper sees no harm in adding another lair to it.
"Vous intimidez. You simply wish to brutalize me, Shepard." Florimond huffs and arrogantly throws his head back, badly trying to morph his wry smirk into a scowl. Jasper hums and playfully crosses his arms with a mock pout, and after a fashion, Florimond breaks out into a chuckle.
"Très bien, I shall indulge you, Shepard." Florimond's eyes narrow again. "But do not expect to seize an easy victory simply because I am not our resident démon." He nods to Leng, who snorts, then narrows his eyes at Jasper.
"You know he's not going to help you beat me, Shepard. Face it, I'm out of your league." Leng leers at him, leaning in too close for Jasper's liking. He glances at Leng with a frown.
"We'll see. I've bloodied your nose once already, haven't I?" Jasper smirks, and Florimond guffaws at Leng's answering scowl.
"Lucky shot." Leng rises. "See you later, Shepard."
As he saunters off, Florimond leans in to whisper conspiratorially. "Shepard, why must you rile him up? You know how he gets."
Jasper hums and smiles at Florimond. "I can't let him get too comfortable or he starts thinking he knows what's best. But I also can't damage his ego too much or else he gets uncooperative. It's a bit of a balancing act, really."
Florimond frowns, humming thoughtfully. "Why not just pull rank?"
Jasper frowns. "That doesn't solve anything. Then he'd just get more reckless, trying to undermine my authority like he did to everyone else who dealt that card. No, this is for the best, trust me."
Florimond looks at him dubiously. It's easy to forget that it's not just Jasper's platoon on the Tannenberg. Florimond often does reconnaissance ops with his own small ground team. His and Jasper's contest is between officers, not platoon members. Jasper will work on remembering that.
"I see. Well, not how I'd handle it, but if it works." Florimond shrugs, then rises from his seat. "It is always a pleasure, Shepard. I'll meet you tomorrow just after breakfast for that spar. Ça sonne bien?" Florimond raises a brow expectantly, and Jasper nods. Florimond nods back with a smile and heads off to the elevator.
Jasper glances down at his lunch with disinterest. With a shrug, he finishes up and leaves for the CIC to confirm his schedule with Captain Krawiec.
December 18th, 2173 CE
Jasper grins as Florimond throws an axe kick his way. With a quick step to the right, he seizes the limb and drags him down, but Florimond manages another kick to his jaw before he can properly lock in the hold. Jasper releases him with a hiss, grin still firmly in place. Florimond rolls to his feet with a growl. Jasper grins wider and rushes him with a knee. Florimond blocks and jumps back into a flamingo stance, throwing a kick to Jasper's nose. Jasper drops to his hands to avoid it, and Florimond successfully brings his heel crashing onto the back of his head. Jasper sees stars as the other man drops and grabs him in a proper chokehold, wrenching to take advantage of Jasper's vulnerability.
Jasper can recover quickly, however. He rolls himself over to loosen the grip and throws an elbow back, connecting with the floor. He hisses in pain and throws again. He hears Florimond grunt, his grip jerking momentarily, before resuming vigorously. Jasper feels himself growing lightheaded, and throws with more force. This time, Florimond lets go, clutching his ribs and groaning. Jasper rolls away to catch his breath, standing a moment later and rushing to pin Florimond. Florimond is desperate to avoid such a fate, and rolls to his feet, stumbling and doubling over slightly. Jasper takes advantage and ducks under his hasty punch, wrapping his arms around Florimond's waste and bringing him down for a rear naked choke. Florimond sucks in as much air as he can and tries to break free the same way Jasper had. But with his ribs in such a sorry state, he can't generate enough force to budge Jasper's grip. After almost a minute, he desperately taps Jasper's wrist, signaling his surrender. Jasper relents and lets him free.
As Florimond sputters and sucks in more air, Jasper glances at a less than amused Leng, who turns his hand around to show the stopwatch avatar on his omni tool. Asshole could of just said it, Jasper thinks. Three minutes, and sixteen seconds.
Jasper laughs. "Hey Florimond, looks like you're up by nine seconds this week."
Florimond glances through the curtain of his hair with an angry stare, hand pressed gingerly to his chest. "Shepard, tu es un tyran sans cœur. Mon pauvre coeur..." He tosses his head back theatrically.
Jasper rolls his eyes. "Hast du dafür eine deutsche Übersetzung, Hübscher?"
Florimond huffs and pushes his hair from his face, tying it back into his usual ponytail. "Tu sais que je ne parle pas allemand, Shepard."
Jasper hums. "Ich habe keine Ahnung, was du sagst, Florimond, aber du bist süß, also vertraue ich dir." He winks. Florimond stares back, unimpressed.
Leng groans and shakes his head, stalking off to the elevator. "Most men don't appreciate being called cute or pretty, Shepard." He throws over his shoulder as the doors close.
Jasper glares, Leng didn't have to say it in English. Florimond sniffs haughtily and rises roughly to his feet. Jasper sighs. "Florimond, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—" Florimond raises a hand and Jasper clamps his mouth shut. An awkward moment passes, then Florian leans in.
"Ich habe gelogen. Ich komme aus Straßburg." He grins boyishly at Jasper's stunned expression. Then he glowers. "But don't think I approve. If you want to compliment my looks, call me handsome. Understand?"
"Ja." Jasper nods firmly after he recovers from his momentary shock. Florimond hums thoughtfully. He then activates his omni tool and sends a message.
"Check your terminal when Leng isn't present." Florimond turns on his heel and walks to the elevator. He gives Jasper a smirk as the doors close. Jasper frowns. Florimond had let him assume he was French for close to nine months.
Later that night, when he did check his terminal, he found a message entirely in German, asking him to join the sender for a spa day on their next scheduled shore leave in a few weeks. Jasper grins as he answers in the affirmative. Some time away will do him wonders.
January 17th, 2174 CE
Jasper shouldn't be so happy to leave Leng alone with the rest of the platoon while he goes ashore for a day of leave, but he can't wait to put some distance between them. Leng is getting more intrusive than usual, and Jasper is running out of patience. Florimond is already ashore, having left early in the morning to avoid suspicion.
As he exits the airlock, he feels a weight lifting off shoulders. A whole day to take some rest and get some proper relaxation…
After some time following the map on his omni tool he locates the spa. He sees Florimond hailing him from the seats on the eastern side of the building and strides over.
"Good morning, Jasper." Florimond smiles up at him. They've kept their distance since their last spar, to make sure they didn't tire of each other before this trip. Jasper smiles back easily, but raises a brow. Florimond has never addressed him by his first name before.
"Jasper?"
Florimond's smile widens. "Yes. If we're going to let our hair down, we should ease up on the formalities. While we are here, call me Cyril."
Jasper nods. "Alright, when are we due, Cyril?" He sits down. Cyril smiles and nods to the receptionist, who presses a button. A pair of asari walk out and beckon the two. Jasper glances at Cyril with an incredulous frown.
"You wait for me to sit down, then call them?"
"That is for calling me, 'pretty,' Jasper." Cyril rises gracefully from his seat and saunters towards the pair, and Jasper follows quickly. He hopes that's the last of the payback Cyril wants from him.
After they receive a thorough massage, they find their way to a tub, where they each remove their towels and sit beneath the liquid, letting it soak into their skin. The silence is nice, no tension in the air. Cyril is the first to break it. He opens an eye to peak at Jasper and smirks. "I didn't think you could be so loud off the battlefield, Jasper. You're usually so reserved."
Jasper flushes down to his chest. He looks at Cyril with an irritated frown. "It's been a while since I've been able to relax my body like that."
Cyril turns to face him more fully, both eyes open and shining with mirth. "Oh, I could tell. You were so easy. Just one good rub and—" Jasper splashes him to shut him up. Cyril sputters indignantly. "Why, I never! See if I take you out anywhere nice from now on, you bully." Cyril grumbles as he crosses his arms and scowls.
Jasper feels a bit guilty, and holds open his arms. "One free shot." Cyril looks at him doubtfully, then reconsiders and nods. He grabs a bucket. Jasper bites down his protest, knowing that Cyril deserves as much payback as he wants for Jasper's assumptions and misbehavior. Cyril dunks the bucket on his hair, and whatever's in it dissolves the gel holding it into a straight flattop, causing it to become a wavy mess on his scalp.
Cyril gasps. "Jasper! What have you done to your poor hair!"
Jasper stares at him blankly. "We don't all have straight hair, Cyril."
Cyril scowls. "That's what product is for. It must have been beautiful when you wore it long."
Jasper laughs. "It was a tangly nightmare, actually."
Cyril raises a brow. "What products were you using?"
Jasper shrugs. "Pa would get us these three-in-one soaps that seemed to work pretty good."
Cyril glowers at him darkly. "Those 'soaps' are an affront to nature."
Jasper rolls his eyes. "It was cost effective."
"It was barbaric." Cyril tentatively reaches out a hand, and Jasper leans closer to show his assent. Cyril feels around the tangled locks for a moment. "Since you must have longer hair cleared by regulations, we'll have to leave it for now. But someday, I'll show you proper soaps, to keep it manageable and long, understand?"
Jasper hums. He doesn't like to plan that far ahead, too many unknowns. But Cyril is staring at him expectantly, so he nods, face serious. "Alright Cyril, one day I'll let you be my stylist."
Cyril promptly splashes him for that remark.
April 30th, 2174 CE
Jasper groans as he comes around to the sounds of the med bay. Nothing loud. A promising start. He slowly blinks his eyes open. He looks to the left and sees Doctor Yoshida making his rounds amongst some other members of his platoon. The last mission had been a disaster towards the end. The hostiles had brought in some Eclipse engineers for backup, their turrets rained hell down upon them, and then some jackass with a rocket launcher had aimed for Jasper's head. If Leng hadn't thrown him out of the way in time.
"Leng." Jasper murmurs in shock. The crazy bastard had been all over the place, as usual. His acrobatics and gunplay were usually all for show, but he'd saved Jasper's ass more than once that fight. The odds he got away from the missile before detonation were…
"Right here, Shepard." A voice sounds from the right. Jasper jolts and smacks his head on the wall with a grunt. Leng snickers.
"Arschloch." Jasper groans as he clutches his skull. Leng leans in with a cheshire grin.
"笨蛋." Leng leans back onto his bed, calmly crossing his arms. "Now, are we gonna call each other names, or are you gonna thank me for saving said ass?"
Jasper weakly glares at him. Then scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Thank you, Gunnery Chief Leng."
Leng tuts and wags a finger. "Operations Chief Leng."
Jasper blinks. Then looks around warily. "Just how long was I out?"
Leng shrugs. "Couple hours. I got the promotion for pulling your asses out of the fire long enough for backup."
Jasper gives him a look over. He seems only a little scuffed up. "But the missile…"
Leng grins. "I've got damn good barriers."
Jasper raises a brow but nods. "Right."
Leng raises his own brow with a scowl. "You doubting me now, Shepard?"
Jasper shakes his head. "No. It's just… We've had some close calls lately."
Leng scoffs and waves a hand dismissively. "Hardly. So, we get a little banged up, we'll live." He rolls over. "Now that I've told you what you need to know, lemme get some sleep."
Jasper narrows his eyes. He still can't stand that flippant attitude. These people have lives and families back home, waiting to see them. He opens his mouth, but shuts it soon after. Let Leng have his time in the sun for now. He's too tired to have this argument. He closes his eyes, and lets himself drift away, tuning out the sound of Leng's snores as best he can.
August 4th, 2174 CE
Jasper smiles as they pull into port on Elysium. He and Cyril have made plans to rendezvous with Ainsley, Vanessa, and some of Cyril's friends from his last tour to have a week on the town. Jasper is ready for a break from service after that last stretch of the tour. Too many close calls. Leng isn't too happy though. He thought that with his new promotion that Jasper would let him call the shot. After all, Jasper was only 'one rank higher' than Leng now. Jasper will miss him, he thinks. Pain in the ass he might be, but he was damn good at what they did. Their sparring matches also kept Jasper on his toes and at his best. He'll have to find a new dance partner wherever he ends up to compensate. His CQC is probably going to suffer all the same though.
Cyril pulls him from his thoughts. "Come Jasper, we have much to do and not much time to do it." He grabs Jasper's hand and pulls him along to the airlock. Jasper smiles as they exit onto the platform, where he sees Ainsley pacing impatiently. Cyril grins wide. "Bonjour! Would you happen to be Msr Fiddler?"
Ainsley looks up at him with a start, then scowls at Jasper. "I dinnae what to think. I'm gone for a tour, and yer already off gallivanting with the French? Fer shame, Jasper." They shake their head as the two draw closer to them.
"A Scot? I'll have you know I'm German, actually." Cyril sniffs indignantly. Ainsley raises a brow. Jasper huffs. He's still a bit sore that Cyril never corrected him the first time.
"Oh? Off to creature comforts then, are we Jasper?" They lean close to Cyril with a wicked grin. "Did ye get a gander at that devil's tongue of his, then?"
Cyril raises a brow. "Non. The captain doesn't think highly of fraternization. But since we're no longer under her watch…" He trails off to look at Jasper with a smolder. "Maybe I can afford to indulge."
Jasper hums. "That depends."
Cyril blinks and raises a brow. "On?"
Jasper tilts his head and smirks. "How much do you want to walk tomorrow?" He waggles his brows. Ainsley cackles gleefully.
Cyril hums thoughtfully and then leans in to whisper. "I don't, actually." Jasper grins boyishly as Ainsley grabs them by the arms and drags them away.
"Then what are we waiting fer? Let's get you two a room!" The three make their way to the motel, where Vanessa is all to happy to see them. She's less happy that they need to upgrade to a fancier room.
February 1st, 2175 CE
"Good, you opened this. This isn't Alliance Legal, obviously. Because there isn't an Alliance Legal. Dumbass.
I wanted to let you know that I'm going to be pulling rank on you soon, Shepard. I've gotten an invitation to train as an N7. It'd tell you to try and keep up, but I know better than to ask for the impossible. I thought you should know because you're the closest one in the Alliance to come close to competence. Don't bother messaging back, this is a one-way channel.
P.S. Stop calling me an asshole.
P.P.S. Stop being so predictable.
-KL"
Jasper blinks. He reads the message again, convinced he's having a fever dream. Once he's verified that he's very much awake and not dead, he deletes the email and tries to forget that Leng is going to be an example of humanity's greatest military program. Good thing that the Taunus always keeps its bar in full supply.
May 26th, 2175 CE
1st Lieutenant Jasper Shepard. It sounds just as good as when they'd said it on stage a few hours ago. Jasper grins like a fool as he parties it up on shore leave with his latest platoon. His new Gunnery Chief, Stasiak, claps him hard on the shoulder. "Look alive, Lieutenant, the Captain's on his way!"
Jasper does his best to snap to attention, drunk as he is. Captain Summers guffaws. "Settle down, son. We're here for you, remember? A night of celebration! Here, have a drink of this!"
He shoves a green liquid Jasper's way. Jasper takes it and drinks without question. He wants this to last as long as possible. Then he feels the kick. He stumbles back into Stasiak, who laughs his ass off. "Woah! Little much for you, Lieutenant?"
Jasper shakes his head to clear the cobwebs, they thicken instead. Captain Summers looks worriedly down at his other drink, a blue one. "Oh no. I think I've given him the Turian Killer by mistake! Boys, get ready to haul the Lieutenant to a bed, and be sure he has a bucket!"
Jasper tries to protest, but all that comes out is the most unintelligent babble he's ever heard in his life. Captain Summers smiles sadly. "Sorry son. Don't worry, when the tour ends, we'll do this again, my treat. Now don't fight it, that'll only make it wo...e… h… D… r…"
Ringing fills Jasper's ears, and darkness sets in.
May 1st, 2176 CE
Jasper still can't believe he's on the Citadel. It's not as beautiful as he'd heard, but it's still amazing to behold. All those lights and sounds in the Wards thrumming with life. Simply incredible. If only Leng shared his sentiments.
"我分不清外星人 和动物." He mutters into Jasper's ear. Jasper cringes. If someone were to understand what Leng said, there'd be serious trouble. They're at a human run bar, Chinese if Jasper had to guess at the specifics. When Leng messaged again inviting him out for drinks on the Citadel, he'd told himself to give the man another chance. He'd been annoying, sure, but also a damn good soldier and even a decent companion. They were on leave for a few days, Leng pulling some new strings of his as a newly minted N7. He was also a 1st Lieutenant, as he was keen to frequently remind Jasper.
"Maybe don't say that quite so loud. We don't need the trouble." Jasper had done his usual reading of the room upon entry, and this place was seedier than most places he'd been.
"Relax. No one's going to fuck with this." Leng waves a hand over the N7 insignia emblazoned onto his leather jacket. Jasper rolls his eyes and takes a swig of his third drink. Thank you, Captain Summers. Leng has been showing off that thing as much as he can tonight, and Jasper has a feeling that the other patrons don't appreciate the cuts in line he's been making by flaunting it so cavalierly.
"I wouldn't be too sure about that, friend." A deep growl sounds from behind them, and Jasper swiftly turns to see an older looking krogan glaring at them with deep set hellish eyes. Jasper begins thinking fast. He needs to diffuse the situation before things get too messy. Without his pistol, he stands little chance against a krogan.
Leng scoffs and stands to his feet, posture deceptively loose, ready for a fight. Jasper's eyes widen with disbelief. Not even Leng can be this cocky. Leng proves him wrong by turning and leering at the krogan. "Get lost, frog lips. You don't want any of what I am."
The krogan snorts. "Listen, pyjak. You cut in front of me and my friends, and took the last of the good stuff. I want it. Now." He leans in towards Leng, baring his teeth. Leng's hands dig casually into his pockets. He rummages for a moment, then holds up an empty left hand.
"Oh, damn. I don't think I have enough credits to give a fuck what you want. Now get outta my air, you stinking lizard." He bares his own teeth into a nasty grin. Jasper gets up to intervene, but Leng shoves him back with a small biotic throw. Jasper glares at him.
"Leng, calm down. Sir, we'll—" Leng rounds on him with a snarl.
"Don't give me fucking orders, Shepard. I've got this, Now sit down, and shut—" The krogan fists his claws in Leng's raven hair.
"I don't think—" The krogan jolts, then screams, the handle of a service knife protruding from his eye.
"No, you don't." Leng hisses, ripping his knife back down. The krogan clutches his empty socket, tears streaming down from his other eye.
"ARGH!" Leng smirks at the guttural sound of anguish. The bar is clearing out fast. The staff is already gone. C-Sec will be here any minute. Jasper gets up again.
"Leng, what have you done? Do you know what they'll—" Leng slams him into the bar, a forearm pressing into his throat. He leans in uncomfortably close, until their lips an inch or so apart. His voice goes husky.
"Shepard. Relax. I said I've got this. Now shut up, and watch me work." Jasper shudders at the dark look in his eyes. Leng isn't caught up in the moment. He's fucking orchestrating it. Leng leans back, turns, and saunters up to the krogan, and Jasper only now notices the tightness of his jeans, the extra sway in his movements. He's been like that all evening, and Jasper's been willfully ignoring it. Just how far was Leng planning to go if this fight hadn't…
The krogan is sputtering and sobbing on the ground, still clutching desperately at his socket. Calling out a series of names tearfully. Something clicks into place. Jasper's eyes bulge, and he rushes forward again. "Leng, he's just a fucking civilian!" Leng grunts and thrusts his hand towards Jasper. Jasper gasps in panic. He can't move.
"For the last goddamn time Shepard, I've. Got. This." Leng smirks sadistically as he turns back to the now rising krogan, who desperately charges him. Jasper can only watch in horror as Leng carves out his throat. C-Sec arrives seconds later, and Leng casually drops his bloody knife with a shrug, raising his hands as Jasper finally comes free.
As the officers cuff them both, Leng smirks at him conspiratorially. "Relax Shepard, the night is young. This isn't over." He looks content for the first time since Jasper met him almost four years ago. Distantly, Jasper feels bile rising in his throat.
September 12th, 2176 CE
Leng glares at him ferociously from the defense stand as Jasper wraps up his testimony. He'd done his best to keep contacting Jasper, but Jasper didn't want anything more to do with Leng. He'd thought back on their years together, and now all he can see is the dark way Leng's been eyeing him while he wasn't' really looking.
"Does the defense have any questions for Lieutenant Shepard?" The defense nods, and after some questioning, Jasper is free to return behind the prosecution. There's some deliberating, then the committee hands down their verdict. "Kai Leng, you are hereby stripped of all ranks and honors, and dishonorably discharged from the Systems Alliance. You will also serve twenty years in a maximum-security prison for first degree murder. Do you have anything to say?"
Leng turns his venomous dark eyes to bore into Jasper's stony ones. "This isn't over." He then turns and allows himself to be led away. Jasper feels dread sink into his gut. The prosecution shakes his hand, and sends him on his way. He has a bad feeling about this.
October 7th, 2176 CE
"Lieutenant Shepard. Seeing as you were a key witness in his court martial, I wanted to warn you that at some time between 0300 and 0304 hours, Kai Leng disappeared from his cell. I don't have to remind you how dangerous he is. Stay alert, and keep an eye out for him. Hackett out."
Jasper feels his heart seize in his chest as the message finishes. He has to warn Ma. And his friends. Leng is free, and with what Jasper did to him, he'll be looking for payback. He salutes the captain, who looks as sick as Jasper feels. She nods, and Jasper bolts to the elevator, to his terminal. He logs in, opens his messages. One opens automatically.
This isn't over.
There's no sender, Jasper clicks exit, and the whole screen fills with those three damnable words.
Author's Notes
This chapter is a bit all over the place, I'll admit. I did my best to keep things going, and we only have three chapters left, so I expect to be done at most, a week from now. If you're reading this, thank you for sticking with me. If you have any constructive criticism, or just plain criticism, let me know in the comments below. Thank you for your time.
Translations:
说得对，谢泼德. = Say it right, Shepard.
一、产量. = I. Yield.
Du bist ein Arschloch, weißt du das, Leng? = You're an asshole, you know that, Leng?
Ja ja. Jetzt hör auf zu meckern und komm schon. Ich bin am Verhungern. = Yeah, yeah. Now quit your bitching and come on. I'm starving.
Vous intimidez. = You bully.
Ça sonne bien? = Sound good?
Shepard, tu es un tyran sans cœur. Mon pauvre coeur... = Shepard, you are a heartless bully. My poor heart…
Hast du dafür eine deutsche Übersetzung, Hübscher? = Got a German translation for that, pretty boy?
Tu sais que je ne parle pas allemand, Shepard. = You know I don't speak German, Shepard.
Ich habe keine Ahnung, was du sagst, Florimond, aber du bist süß, also vertraue ich dir. = I have no idea what you're saying, Florimond, but you're cute, so I'll trust you.
Arschloch. = Asshole.
笨蛋. = Dumbass.
我分不清外星人和动物. = I can't tell the aliens from the animals.