How Reyes Vidal stole my heart (and will probably steal yours too)
From even before I started playing Mass Effect Andromeda, I was 100% sure I was going to romance Jaal. Jaal all the way. Nothing but Jaal, Jaal, Jaal. I mean, have you seen his eyes? Or heard his voice? That’s one sexy alien.
Jaal and I had a really good thing going, you know. First we became friends. We took our time getting to know eachother. Slowly, our friendship turned into something more. Our talks became flirty and giggly, even suggestive. It was a lot of fun and it was pretty clear where the two of us were headed.
Then, I was asked to go to Kadara. That wonderful planet full of outcasts and outlaws. I immediately felt at home among all those angry exiles. Jaal hated it. He was complaining all the time - about the people, the air, the water, the temperature, everything. “You want to go back to the Tempest?” I asked him sharply. “I didn’t know that was an option,” he answered sourly. It wasn’t exactly a fight, but we definitely had our first disagreement. And it annoyed me, because I had backed him in everything from the first time I met him. But when we got to Kadara and the Badlands, to that place that I really liked, he couldn’t even just stay silent about not liking it. I also had to admit that I was actually freaking out a little bit about how open he was about his feelings. I mean, I know the Angaran wear their hearts on their sleeves, but jfc.
So Jaal went back to the Tempest so the two of us could take a little breather from eachother, and I hung around Kadara port without him, waiting to meet up with some contact with the code name Shena. I was just hanging at the bar, waiting for a person I assumed was an Angaran lady, when a guy behind me said: “You look like you’re waiting for someone.” Ugh yes, and I’m not here to get hit on, so go away. I turned around and he presented his hand for me to shake: “Shena. But you can call me Reyes. I hate code names.”
I’m sorry what? This is Shena? You are Shena? I giggled like a 13 year old and took the drink he offered me. He then proceeded to give me a lot of important information about Kadara port’s “politics” in a very charming accent. I should probably have paid attention to what he was saying, but I couldn’t stop looking at him. Just when I thought I’d gotten my giggling under control, I asked him about our new mission: “How do I contact you if things go south?” He answered:
My loins! Seriously, I’m still not quite sure what happened. He left fielded me so hard I’m still dizzy. All I know is that from that point on my heart belonged to Reyes Vidal.
But what about Jaal?