Okay so this requires a little explaining.
Last July I had the opportunity to go to San Diego for Comic Con. While I didn’t have a badge for the actual convention itself, the Bioware Base didn’t require a badge was open to anyone so I spent most of my weekend there hanging out with the devs and my friends I went to visit.
On the last day, we got into a conversation with Sylvia, Liara’s writer. I forget how it came up exactly, but she told us that Zaeed’s dialogue loop was glitched in ME3. Supposedly he was supposed to have a whole rant about what happened to Vido, but the trigger broke a few days before they shipped the game off to be printed, and they never got it fixed.
So she told us the story and I spent the last year sad inside that it wasn’t in game, and sad that no one seemed to have discovered it while datamining. It seemed like my three friends and I were the only ones to know it existed.
Using ME3 Explorer I datamined the audio files out and have strung them together in a video you can find here, so you all can enjoy Robin’s wonderful voice acting of the piece. For now, here is the script of the lines, pieced together as best I could from what I had.
Drellickers and friends of Thane, lend me your eyes! A group of Thane fans, and some talented modders have come together to create a Thane MOD for Mass Effect 3 (this will also be associated with the MEHEM mod, but will stand on its own). The goal of this mod is fairly simple; keep Thane alive through the end of the Mass Effect Trilogy. The mod will be applicable for anyone regardless of romance status. The prerequisites will be a loyal, alive Thane imported from ME2, and the Hanar Diplomat mission on the Citadel (ME3) will need to be successfully completed with Kahje saved.
This mod will offer players another option to what the vanilla game
This is an awesome idea!
“It’s good to be back home,” says the Spacer Shepard, who until now, made zero mention of ever being on Earth before.
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“It’ll be years before we can live without our suits completely, but right now… Right now, I have this.”
imagine coming home to garrus vakarian—who greets you at the door with a rubber round straight to the chest. you mark off the change to your score—garrus is still in the lead—and laugh together, his like steel sparks, and it feels right.
imagine coming home to kaidan alenko, a sweater tossed over the couch, a fire in the fireplace, a view through the picture window, low music…and kaidan power napping, since he already ate dinner. it was a long, hard day of teaching biotics and his blood sugar was crashing! it’s okay, though, cause second dinner’s on its way, and in the meantime—cuddles.
imagine coming home to liara t’soni, meditating on the balcony. you watch her for a few moments, the same wind from the open window touching both of you at the same time, and that’s it. your piece of eternity. the piece of eternity you share together. and the peace that comes with it.
imagine coming home to jack. she slams you up against the door, hisses hot curses against the side of your neck, fucks you hard and leaves a few marks that don’t know how to fade. tattoos come in all sizes, all shapes. she kisses the closest one, then heads off to the shower. you coming or not, bitch?
imagine coming home to james vega, who’s already got the cerveza on the coffee table, bottles sweating next to his feet. and when he sees you, he slides his elbow up onto the back of the couch, making a space for you. making a place for you. ‘real smooth, james,’ you say, and you drink to each other, lips against the bottle like you mean something else.
imagine coming home to steve cortez, who’s brought his work home with him again, and probably hasn’t slept in longer than you have. you rub his hands. he rubs that tired old spot in your neck. you share a hot bath. you fall asleep together, finally, and you don’t have to dream about anything.
imagine coming home to samantha traynor. she holds up that toothbrush. you ask her when she’s going to make an endorsement deal with the company already. she says, ‘i’m samantha traynor, and this is my favorite toothbrush in the galaxy.’ you know you’re worth laughing at—worth loving.
imagine coming home to tali’zorah, who just recorded the latest blasto special—you know, the musical one, with the fleet and flotilla crossover. she laughs until there’s some kind of condensation on the inside of her mask and you don’t have to take it off to know the light in her eyes is a light you’re a part of already.
imagine coming home to miranda lawson, who’s fresh out of the shower. naked, in a way she doesn’t show anybody else. comfortable, in a way she never thought she’d feel with anybody else. ‘thought i told you not to wait up,’ you say, and she replies, ‘like you ever do anything i tell you to, shepard?’ she’s right, of course. as always.
imagine coming home to javik. he doesn’t ask how was your day, but if he did—and one day, maybe he will—you’d definitely answer ‘primitive,’ before you kiss the joke away.
imagine coming home to thane krios. the light’s pale, the sun setting. you sit beside one another and the memories come in that same fractured, powerful way. instances. breaths. sunlight flooding the water. orange and red and midnight blue. joy before the darkness. fingertips brush together. together in time and place. belonging. to each other.
imagine coming home to david anderson. ‘so, kid,’ he asks, ‘how was your day?’ you tell him, and he smiles while he listens, hat off, shoulders relaxed. ‘you did good,’ he says. so that’s what it’s like to have a father.
imagine it. you have to. because mordin solus sang; thane said his goodbyes; legion waited for the answer to a question. but you? you imagine what you’re fighting for. imagine coming home, and make a goddamn choice.
wait a second
did anderson call me fat a minute ago
-I bet you say that to every girl who gets you a homeworld.
-Only the cute ones.