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Quarian Directives	By : NakedOwlMan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 56175 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"Ah, fuck" Jack pressed a palm to her forehead as she sat up from her dingy cot. Must have been one hell of a night of partying, with how shitty she was feeling this morning. The Citadel may seem like a stodgy place, but the bars there were...

Jack shook her head. No, that wasn't right. They were still a day away from the Citadel. Damn, why'd she feel so disoriented this morning? She'd gone to sleep at an early hour, her dreams filled with the shrieks of the cheerleader as Jack slowly lowered her into boiling acid (ah, she loved a happy dream.) And had there been something else that night? Something...

Do you understand my instructions?

"Yes," she said, the word coming out of her mouth before she even knew she was saying it.

It made her shudder a little. Reminded her of Teltin. You didn't hesitate when somebody asked you a question. When somebody asked you to fight, to kill. You didn't pause to think; you just did it.

But who had asked the question? She'd heard the voice as if whoever had spoken was right there in the room with her. But unless somebody was fucking with her, there didn't seem to be anyone around.

"Not enough damn sleep, fucks with your head," Jack said as she stretched her arms. Wouldn't be the first time Teltin had come back to her in her dreams. Holding her inked arms up above her head, she paused, and then leaned her head over to experimentally sniff.

"Whoo," Jack let out a little cough. Much as she loved how the cheerleader would wrinkle her nose whenever Jack let herself get ripe, it was definitely shower time.

Climbing up the stairs, she saw one of the Cerberus techs - the guy... Ken, she finally remembered - heading toward the engine room. "Gooooood morning," he cheerfully greeted her. Weird, the grease monkeys usually shied away from her, and definitely wouldn't have the nerve to actually talk to her.

"Fuuuuuuuuck off!" Jack happily returned the salutation. Giving the chipper engineer a scowl, she turned away from him toward the hallway.

"Aw, you can do better than that, love," Ken said to her. "Come on, give us a big smile this fine morning!"

"Y..." Jack started to speak as she turned back around.

Ken laughed as he saw her face. "There you go! You look so much prettier when you smile like that!"

What the fuck was he going on about? She wasn't... Then she felt the unfamiliar crease to her face and realized that yes, she was smiling. Why the hell was she doing that?

"I was just... remembering what your engineer buddy looked like stewing in her little Collector pod," Jack quickly covered, even as she forced her lips to return back to their natural, unpleasant state. "Few more minutes and we'd have been forced to scrape her up and use her as engine grease!"

Jack expected him to snap off an insult in return, or simply turn and walk away like the pussy he was. But the bastard just kept smiling at her. To tell the truth, it was starting to get a little creepy. There was something about the way that he was looking at her that was... off.

"Well, I hope you have a great day, Jack," he finally said, making a quick saluting motion with his hand. "And just remember how glad we are to have you become one of us."

And before Jack could question him further, the little prick happily jaunted away.

"Become one of us," Jack muttered to herself. "Fuck does that mean? Like I'm a member of Shepard's crew all of a sudden?"

Yeah, Shepard had gone out of her way to help Jack out, and she supposed that she owed Shepard for that. But going up against those bug things, nearly bursting her own brain in her skull keeping up that barrier for what had seemed like ten miles... Jack figured she'd paid back her debt. The only reason she was still on this goddamn ship was because she didn't have anything better to do. Well, and all of the many governments who would scoop her up in a heartbeat if she set foot within their sights.
"One of us," Jack said again as the lift took her to Deck 3. Fuck, she hated the sound of that.

Just as she turned the corner and was about to step into the ladies room, the door opened and Miranda damn near knocked her off her feet.

"Fuck, cheerleader," she growled at Miranda as she recovered her balance. "Just because you turned from Cerberus's lapdog to Shepard's doesn't mean you..."

Miranda let out a exasperated sigh. God, Jack hated when she did that. "Jack, I'm seriously not in the mood," she said, extreme aggravation apparent in her voice. "So do me a favor and don't say another word to me right now."

God, Jack loved to see the cheerleader all flustered like this. She raised a finger and was about to let loose with a string of taunts when...

Nothing came out.

Jack swallowed. Throat was a little dry this morning. She took a breath and...

Still nothing.

"What the fuck?" she wanted to exclaim out loud, but it was like she had forgotten how to speak. Miranda stared at her in confusion for a little while, before getting tired of Jack to respond and walking away.

Jack rubbed at her throat. "Fucking stuck-up bitch," finally came out just as soon as Miranda was out of earshot.

This morning was just going from weird to weirder.

Stepping into the bathroom, Jack spied the asari under the spray and immediately tensed for just a second. She never did like hanging around Samara. She knew the justicar bitch was still being led around on Shepard's chain, but Jack could never shake the feeling that the asari cop was just waiting for the right opportunity to put a bullet in a certain escaped convict's pretty shaved head.

Well, if she was going to make her move, apparently it wasn't today. Samara heard the door open and gave a Jack a quick smile. "Good morning," she said as she shut off her shower and grabbed a towel from a nearby hook.

"Mmm," Jack offered in response, not wanting to engage anyone today any more than was necessary. Something weird was going on. That thing with Ken and then losing her voice around Miranda... she couldn't put her finger on what exactly it was, but the sooner she was back in her safe spot on the lower deck and away from every other fucker on this ship, the better.

As Jack threw off her chest straps and worked on removing her pants, she glanced over at Samara drying herself and whistled. "Nice ass."

Samara's eyes shot to Jack. "I beg your pardon?"

"I said, 'high class,'" Jack said as the nude asari turned to face her. Glancing down, she smirked. "As in, 'you could be a high class hooker with a set of tits like those.'"

Her brow furrowing, Samara turned away from Jack without a word. Cackling to herself, Jack discarded the rest of her clothing and stepped under one of the shower heads.

"Aw, yeah," Jack let out a contented sigh as the hot water hit her. The life she led before Purgatory nabbed her didn't offer a lot of opportunities for a nice, warm shower like this. At least, not without the threat of the wardens or the other prisoners bending you over for a little friendly ass rape. Jack had to admit that being press-ganged into a suicide mission on a ship like this had its perks, and this was definitely one of them.

Scrubbing herself with soap, she could almost feel the world slip away as she took her time washing every last bit of grease and grime from her body. She was so into the moment of luxury, she almost tumbled off her feet onto the tile when she heard a loud slamming sound from behind her.

Whirling to see the source of the sound, she saw the other Cerberus engineer standing and watching her. One of Jack's boots had fallen off the bench where she'd lain it onto the floor, which explained the loud noise.

It took her a moment to remember the name of the engineering girl... right, Gabby. As in "bitch never shuts the fuck up." Gotta love those handy memory tricks.

"You enjoying the show?" Jack said.

The last thing she expected was for the petite little engineer to start nodding. "Very much so, yeah," she said. Suddenly, Jack could almost feel the Cerberus stooge's eyes lingering on every bared inch of her anatomy.
"Yeah, well, how about you fuck off?" Jack snapped, her good mood from the feeling of the warm shower completely spoiled. "Come back later and eye up the cheerleader's perfect little tits if you're looking for something to rub one out to."

But Gabby wasn't moving. "I can see why she chose you," she said, with a tone in her voice that Jack had never heard from the engineer before. "It's such a wonderful feeling to become one of us."

Again with this "become one of us" shit. Jack reached for the shower controls, ready to head over and ask Gabby what the fuck she was talking about.

"Wait," Gabby said, and Jack's hand hesitated.

Groaning in annoyance, Jack put on a snide tone. "What, you that fucking horny that you're gonna finger yourself to me right here?"

"Maybe," Gabby quickly said. "But it's only natural. I mean, all these weeks, months cooped up on this ship. I can't imagine I'm the only one feeling a little pent up around here."

"This is a really fucking interesting conversation about your snatch, here, Gabby. But I've got things to do, so..."

Gabby didn't even seem to hear her. "I mean, even you, Jack. Down there alone by yourself, nobody to touch you when you need them to. I know you're feeling so damn horny right now."

"Yeah, you know all about..." Jack gasped, as she felt a familiar, anxious sensation down between her legs. It wasn't that slow, warm feeling that led to a lazy afternoon of finger-fucking; this came on hard and fast, out of absolutely nowhere.

Leaning a hand against the wall of the shower, Jack struggled to keep her breath even as she snapped at Gabby. "Would you get the fuck out of here already?"

"And miss the show?" Gabby said, sitting down on the end of a bench and leaning forward, her eyes never leaving Jack's nude, twitching body. "I mean, I can just tell by looking at you, Jack. That you're the horniest you've ever felt in your life."

"Ohhhhh," Jack moaned, both hands now against the wall. She started hyperventilating as the feeling in her groin grew more and more overwhelming.

"You're so horny, Jack, that you don't even care that somebody's watching you," Gabby purred. "You've just got to get off, right here, right now."

"Fuuuuuuuuck," Jack grimaced as she shot one of her hands down between her legs, feverishly rubbing two fingers against her aching clit. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck..." she muttered repeatedly, almost a mantra as she desperately tried to push herself towards a climax.

Throwing her head back and forth, she caught something out of the corner of her eye. "Yes," she hissed, as she withdrew her hand from between her legs and snatched up the thin, ribbed bottle of shampoo. "Oh, fuck yes," she moaned as she quickly thrust the plastic bottle in and out of her pussy, her other hand pressing and rubbing against her clit as she fucked herself.

"Yesssssss!" Jack triumphantly shouted as she felt her climax hit. Hit so hard, in fact, that by the time it had finished, she was too weak to even stand, and sat down on the floor under the hot shower spray waiting for the sensations to pass.

When she had finally recovered the breath to speak, she remembered how this had all started and looked over her shoulder. "Well, you got what you wanted, you perv..."

But Gabby wasn't there anymore. Jack was alone in the room.

For a brief moment, Jack began to wonder if she'd imagined Gabby's entrance. Hell, the shit she was saying... Jack could have never imagined that weak little Cerberus toadie saying that freaky shit.

Quickly drying and getting dressed, Jack almost ran to the lift to return back to engineering and the safety of her hiding place.

Hopefully, by the time they reached the Citadel, this messed-up shit will finally have passed.
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