Jack (no last name known)
- Exceptional biotic ability
- Note: Criminal background, currently in custody
Jack is rumored to be the most powerful human biotic ever encountered. Very little additional data regarding Jack is available, except that the subject has a history of violence and should be approached carefully. Currently, Jack is being held on the turian prison ship Purgatory. Cerberus has negotiated for the prisoner's release.
Recommend refreshing food stores before collection.
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"Someone get down here!" the hapless technician shouted desperately into the comms system. "They're going to be breaking in any...fuck!" He reached for his gun, but was lifted off his feet and smashed against the console by a shotgun blast to the chest. Commander Shepard furiously loaded a new clip as her squad-mates cleared the corners and moved into the room behind her.
"We'd better hurry, every guard in this prison is going to be on top of us in five minutes," Garrus pointed out as he refreshed his own heat clip.
"Then we better get moving," Shepard said, shoving the dead body of the technician off the console to use it herself.
"That's going to unlock every cell block on the station," Grunt warned, psyching himself up for the battle that would follow.
"It's the only way to get her out of cryo. I'm doing it." Shepard said, punching in the command to activate the cryo-prison apparatus. An alarm started blaring as the giant robotic arm activated and reached down to unscrew the seal. A trio of YMIR mechs lumbered forward obediently as the robotic armed sparked and strained trying to lift the prisoner out of the stasis chamber.
"That thing had better hurry up," Garrus said, nervously glancing towards the door. "How hard is it to lift one prisoner?"
With a tremendous grinding of gears, the prisoner slowly ascended from the freezer, only stopping slightly as her wide hips caught on the edge of the porthole before being tugged free. Shepard's jaw dropped as she got her first look at what was, reportedly, the most powerful human biotic in the galaxy, unconscious and strapped to a metal table.
"Jack is big." Grunt stated bluntly.
Big was underselling it. Jack, whoever she was, was utterly massive. Her giant double-tiered gut, covered in elaborate tattoos like the rest of her, hung down below her waist, though with enough volume that it propped up slightly sagging breasts bigger then her head that were constrained by a chest wrap. Saddlebag thighs flared out from her sides, overflowing her knees much like her heavy bingo-wings swallowed her elbows. Shepard was simply aghast at the sight of her; obesity wasn't unheard of, sure, but this girl outweighed most Elcor! And she was supposed to be the most powerful human biotic?
All the way from a balcony, the trio heard a sudden deep rumbling as Jack's eyes shot open. With surprising strength, the big biotic wrenched her arms free from the metal restraints and violently pulled off the metal ring around her throat, hidden by a slab of neck fat. Landing on the ground with a tremendous boom, the metal floor buckling under her flabby feet, Jack flared furiously at the YMIR mechs stomping forward to fight a more similar sized opponent then expected. Energy sizzled around her chunky hands and with shocking speed, Jack thundered forward with a bull-like roar and smashed right through the mechs with a violent explosion of biotic power.
"Not what I was expecting but...okay," Garrus said, leaning over the edge to see the carnage left in Jack's wake. "We should go."
The rest of the mission went about as well as expected, with the three of them still trying to process exactly what they saw in the cryocell as they blasted through the remainder of Purgatory's defenses, as well as the backstabbing warden. Blasting their way into the airlock to escape the carnage, Shepard easily spotted the extra-large prisoner they were after throwing a fit at the Normandy docked outside. Catching a glimpse of a Batarian guard sneaking up on Jack from behind, she quickly dispatched him with a single shot that sailed past the big biotic's broad shoulder. Jack didn't exactly look grateful for the help.
"What do you want!?" the large woman spat at her, stomping over to face Shepard and her squadmates.
"What does it look like? We're rescuing you!" Shepard said indignantly.
"Like I'm going anywhere with you," Jack scowled. "You're Cerberus."
"Does it look like I'm Cerberus?" Shepard grumbled, frustrated that this was coming up again. "They're not here to help you, I am."
"Yeah, right. You show up in a Cerberus ship and just expect to waltz out of here with you? Do you think I'm fucking stupid?"
"If you're really going to give up your one ticket off of this burning deathtrap, then yes," Shepard spat back. "I'm giving you the only ride out of here, and all I'm asking is for your help."
The immense woman seethed at getting her own attitude thrown back at her, though something in Jack's padded face twitched, almost like she was trying not to smile. "Fine, but if you want my help, you'd better make it worth my while. That's a Cerberus ship right? Those fuckers and I go a long way back, I want to know everything that they have on me."
"I can give you full access to any files you want," Shepard offered. Jack paused to consider this offer, only for that deep rumbling from earlier to fill the dead air. At first it sounded like the station falling apart, but it turned out to be Jack's stomach demanding to be filled.
"We also have a mess hall," Garrus pointed out.
Jack's mood seemed to brighten considerably as she licked her lips.
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"Figures the doors are barely wide enough," Jack complained, shuffling her bulging hips into the meeting room behind Shepard. Miranda fixed the commander with a curious look before nearly spitting up the mocha she was sipping at the sight of Jack's corpulent form. Shepard wasn't surprised; if there was anything to make the unflappable Cerberus operative do a double-take, it'd be seeing something like this waddle up to her.
"Welcome to the...uh...Normandy. I'm Miranda, Shepard's second in command." Miranda cleared her throat and regained her composure. "And on this ship, you'll find we follow orders."
"Cute," Jack replied, unimpressed. "Shepard, could you get this Cerberus cheerleader out of my face? I'm here because of our deal."
"Deal?" Miranda blinked. "What deal?"
"Settle in first, I'll get you the files later," Shepard said hurriedly. "The mess hall is back and on the hallway to your right."
Jack grinned, rubbing her large gut as she turned herself around to lumber towards what would most certainly be a very large meal. After watching her shelf of a backside squeeze through the doors again, Jacob slipped into the meeting room, head craned to get a better look at what was thundering past him earlier.
"Uh..what was that?" Jacob asked.
"The most powerful human biotic in the galaxy," Shepard told him.
Jacob looked briefly confused before his eyes widened in shock. "That was JACK? Holy crap, she was as big as a Mako!"
"Hits as hard as one too, you should have seen her tearing through Purgatory," Shepard told him, dropping into one of the chairs to catch her breath.
Jacob let out a low whistle. "At that size, though?" he asked. "How?"
"I was hoping you'd tell me," Shepard said to Miranda, who seemed distracted from the conversation.
"E-excuse me?" Miranda stammered, folding her hands together.
"You heard me," Shepard said, again taken aback by Lawson being flustered. "Why is Jack...well, jumbo-sized?"
While Miranda struggled to provide an adequate answer to the Commander, Jack was busy causing a scene elsewhere on the ship. Jack causing a scene usually involved either wanton property damage or a shameless display of gluttony, and thankfully it was the latter this time around.
The crew milling around made sure to give the giant tattooed woman a wide berth as she managed to carry four heaping trays of food in her arms towards the nearest table. Plopping her gigantic backside on the metal bench, causing it to sag underneath her girth, Jack went to town, shoveling food into her mouth at an inhuman rate. Quickly plowing through her first tray, she wiped her lips clean with one hand and pulled the second closer with her other hand, happy to have a good, heavy meal for once. Pausing her relentless eating only to let out the occasional burp, she didn't notice someone daring to approach her.
"Uh...hello...?"
Jack paused, sauce and grease from a fried turkey dribbling down her chins. "Huh....who're you?" she grunted piggishly, visibly annoyed at being interrupted.
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