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Slaves of Cerberus	By : NakedOwlMan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 138070 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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The wait had been agonizing. She had barely been able to concentrate on her work, knowing what was coming later that night. When her relief operator had finally arrived, Lisa had practically leaped out of her chair and barreled through the Orpheus to the cargo hold where Grunt had decided to bunk.

Not the first time I've gotten laid in that cargo hold, Lisa mused with a internal chuckle as she walked swiftly down the hallway towards her after-hours rendezvous. Underneath her Alliance uniform, she wore a lacy set of black underwear. One of several sets she kept on hand for such occasions and, just as a precaution, the cheapest set she owned. With a hulking, horny alpha male like Grunt, Lisa had a feeling her bra and panties were going to end up ripped right off her body. And as much as she was looking forward to seducing the massive krogan, she wasn't going to sacrifice her 500-credit Victoria's Secret set in the process.

Finally reaching the door to the cargo bay, Lisa took a moment to pull out a compact mirror. Checking herself out, she pursed her lips and breathily cooed. "Oh, my. I've never seen one that big before," she said softly to herself. "Please... be gentle with me." Images of hard krogan cock stretching her out sent a pleasurable shiver through her body. Snapping shut the mirror, she walked up to the cargo hold door and it slid open at her approach.

"Grunt?" she asked, stepping cautiously into the room. "Are you ready for me?"

"Yeah, yeah, get in here already," she heard the coarse alien mutter. "Let's do this quick so I can get some sleep."

Well, he's definitely more honest than most men, Lisa mused to herself as she entered the cargo hold. Turning, she saw Grunt sitting on his cot, the Alliance-issue furniture straining under the bulk of his massive, armor-clad frame. "Oh, my," Lisa observed. "You planning to... sleep in your armor?"

"A true krogan is always ready for battle, even when he sleeps," Grunt responded. "I know of several Urdnot clanmates who haven't removed their armor for years."

"Really? Mmm, I can only imagine how delightful that smells," Lisa said as she slowly approached the krogan. "But I imagine that must make it rather difficult to use the bathroom. Or does krogan armor have... accommodations for that?"

Grunt seemed confused by the question, but gave her a shrug. "Don't know why you're so interested, but yeah. You just undo a few fasteners and do your business."

"Hmm, I'm having an hard time picturing it," Lisa said, leaning against a nearby worktable and eying Grunt's groin with unmistakable intent. "Maybe if you... showed me."

Shaking his head, Grunt let out an annoyed sound. "All this talking. We both know why you came down here, so let's stop wasting time and get on with it."

"My thoughts exactly," Lisa said, as she reached up to the neck of her uniform to begin undressing. "Urdnot Grunt, I'm about to make you the luckiest krogan who ever..."

Unexpectedly, Grunt suddenly raised up from the bunk and was heading in Lisa's direction.

"Oh, you want to do it?" Lisa said, lowering her hand and thrusting her chest in Grunt's direction. "Go right ahead. I've got a spare uniform back in my footlocker, so no need to be gentle with it. Just try not to leave too many bruises."

Grunt glanced over at Lisa for a moment, confusion in his eyes, before sighing and grabbing something from the worktable Lisa was leaning against. "Here it is. Maybe a bit bigger than what you're used to, but it should do the trick."

Lisa turned to see what Grunt was holding. "Oh, don't worry about me, Grunt. I can handle whatever toy you've got just..." her voice trailed off as she saw what was in Grunt's hands. "What is that?"

"You don't recognize it? Thought the Alliance gave all your people standard weapons training," Grunt said, holding up his hand to show off what he was holding. "It's the latest version of the M-5 Phalanx. Just came off the assembly line last year. Definitely not up to the standards of krogan armaments, but a fairly damaging weapon all the same."

"It's... a gun," Lisa said, narrowing her eyes at Grunt.

"You said you didn't feel safe at night," Grunt said. "Figured you needed something like this to keep under your pillow."

Crossing her arms under her chest, Lisa shook her head. "Grunt, I don't think you quite understand what I'm looking for..."

"I know, I know," Grunt said, holding up a hand as he interrupted her. "You're not trained for a heavy weapon like this. But I spent a few hours installing some mods on it. Swapped out some of the parts for ultralight materials to make it easier to hold steady." He pointed a finger to a small attachment under the barrel. "Fitted a melee stunner on it so if you get ambushed..." Turning away from Lisa, he swung the pistol in the air and let out a loud laugh. "Guy will go down like a stunned pyjak. And here, take a look at this," he moved in close to Lisa, enthusiasm in his voice as he moved his finger along the extended barrel. "Cranial trauma system. Get through the target's shields and armor and put one round into his head... POW!" Grunt exclaimed, causing Lisa to jump in shock and eliciting another raucous laugh from Grunt. "Won't be anything left but a fine mist and a bloody neck stump." Placing the pistol down on the table, Grunt slid it in Lisa's direction. "So there you go. Can't imagine anybody not feeling safe with this piece of hardware by their bed."

Staring down at the weapon, Lisa let out a long, weary sigh. "Grunt," she turned to look up at him, ready to explain to him that the last thing she wanted from him was a damn gun.

But as her eyes met his, she saw the eagerness there. The way he was bouncing on his heels, obviously waiting for her reaction. And something about the excitement he obviously had at showing her the results of his hard work brought a smile to Lisa's face. "You... you did this all for me?"

"Wasn't that big a deal. Didn't have anything better to do, really," Grunt said, glancing away from Lisa and rubbing at his neck. "So... you like it then?"

Picking up the Phalanx pistol, Lisa stared at it with as much feigned awe as she could manage. "No, Grunt, I don't like it," she said, and when Grunt snapped his attention back to her in surprise, she beamed at him. "I love it! This is the sweetest, most considerate gift anyone has ever gotten me! Thank you so much!" Rushing forward, she wrapped her arms around his waist and laid a kiss on the surprised krogan's cheek.

"Hey, calm down," Grunt said, taking a step back from Lisa and rubbing at his cheek. "It's just a gun, no big deal," he said. The grin he wore, however, made it obvious that he was happy to see Lisa's reaction. "Just let me know if you have any problems with it. Haven't done a lot of work with modifying Alliance weapons. You humans have those scrawny little fingers, and your weapon parts are... tiny."

"I'm sure it'll work perfectly, Grunt," Lisa said, batting her eyes at the krogan as she lovingly caressed the pistol. "But if I have any problems with it, you'll be the first to know." Reaching up her free hand, Lisa made to stifle a feigned yawn. "Oh, my. It's getting pretty late, and I've got to be back on duty at 0800. Guess I better be going."

Grunt nodded, and headed back to his cot. "Lock the door on your way out," he said as he curled up in his armor. "And don't forget about the safety on that thing. Last thing you want is to have an enemy in your sights and hear nothing but a click."

"I'll keep that in mind," Lisa said, heading for the door. "Good night, Grunt."

Grunt let out a low mutter in response, as Lisa made her exit.

On the way back to the crew quarters, Lisa reflected on her encounter with the krogan. And about how badly she had misread him.

She had been going about this all wrong. Expecting Grunt to be the stereotypical krogan warrior, as eager to fuck as he was to fight. But Grunt was an entirely different breed altogether. And Lisa was going to have to vary up her tactics a little. Oh, she was definitely going to find herself filled with thick alien cock by the time this mission was over. But it was going to take her a little bit longer than expected.

There was no doubt in her mind, however, that she'd be successful in the end. When Lisa Mason set her sights on a man, after all, it wasn't a question of if he'd end up with her. It was just a question of when.

* * *

The Orpheus firing range was nearly empty at that hour, most of the crew either on duty or getting some sleep in their off-duty hours. In fact, there was only one man practicing at the moment, firing well-aimed pistol shots at a target several yards away. His expression was grim, and his hands were steady as he directed bullet after bullet into the highest-scoring areas of the target.

As Jacob exhausted his heatsink and reached for another from the pile in front of him, he heard a voice behind him. "Wonder if Shepard ever had one of these installed on the Normandy," said Garrus as he moved into the practice area next to Jacob. "Back during the war the only practice I ever got was plunking away at empty Tupari cans with James down in the shuttle bay." Garrus laughed and added. "Until Cortez complained that the gunshots were scaring Bolto."

"Bolto?" Jacob asked, as Garrus prepared his sniper rifle and programmed the range to move his target out to maximum distance. "Name isn't ringing a bell."

"Just a dog-mech that got left on the Normandy while it was escaping Earth," Garrus observed, and chuckled. "Any other ship, having a robot dog wandering around the lower decks might have seemed strange. But flying with Shepard... it just seemed like business as usual."

Jacob smirked. "Yeah, Shepard sure attracted an interesting crew. Of course, back when I flew with her they were all hand-picked by..." Jacob paused, dawning recognition on his face.

"What is it?" Garrus said, laying down his rifle.

"Dammit, that's where I remember her from," Jacob exclaimed. Seeing the confused look on Garrus's face, he explained. "The woman who was with the Shepard clone back on Ontarom. She was with Cerberus at the same time me and Miranda were. Dammit, how did I not remember that until now?"

"It was a long time ago, Jacob," Garrus responded. "And I'm sure there's a lot of memories from those days you wanted to leave behind."

Jacob nodded, while still internally cursing himself for not remembering earlier. "She went by the codename Rasa back then. Never found out her real name, although I think Miranda might have known it. She was the one who assembled the dossiers on Shepard's crew. Dammit, no wonder she was able to track Shepard's people down so easily." He gritted his teeth. "How in the hell did I convince myself for so long that I was on the right side back then? When so many goddamned lunatics have come out of Cerberus... I should have seen it sooner."

"I'll admit, Cerberus didn't exactly seem to have high standards when it came to their psych evaluations," Garrus observed. "But there were good people there, too. You and Miranda. Kelly, Ken and Gabby. And Bry..." Garrus started to say, before abruptly cutting himself off with a cough. "Well, anyway... you shouldn’t blame yourself. There's no way you could have known about what was to come."

"You're right," Jacob said. "Still... makes me wonder if I'm really cut out for command. Never questioned myself when I was doing routine patrols on the edges of Alliance space. Taking on pirates and other criminals who didn't stand a chance against an Alliance frigate, even a piece of crap like the Orpheus. But now that I'm being put to a real test... and there's actual lives on the line here... makes me think back to when the crew was abducted by the Collectors. When that happened, Shepard didn't hesitate. She flew right after them the second she was back on the Normandy."

Laying his pistol down, Jacob raised up a hand to rub his forehead. "Meanwhile, what are we doing? Heading off to beg for a ship from some krogan merc, so we can get onto Omega and maybe be able to finally go after Shepard and our friends," he said, the frustration evident in his voice. "And while we spend days doing that... who the hell knows what Cerberus is doing to them? Shepard and the rest of them are in the hands of the enemy, and we're just leaving them there."

"Jacob, listen to me," Garrus said. "Shepard flew right through the Omega 4 relay because she knew that we were ready. She had upgraded the Normandy to its maximum potential, made sure the crew was focused on the mission and not on any personal issues. And in case you've forgotten, when we arrived at the Collector Base we got a front row seat to watching the last of the Horizon colonists being melted down and turned into Reaper food."

Jacob hadn't forgotten. Just the thought of it brought back horrific memories of the screams.

Seeing the shaken look on Jacob's face, Garrus continued. "You think that, if Shepard could have, she wouldn't have done everything in her power to save those colonists, too? You think it didn't kill her inside just a little, knowing that if she had come a little bit faster... a little bit sooner, that she might have saved at least a few of them? But she wanted to make sure that we were ready. Just like you're making sure that when we head through the Omega 4 relay, we're completely prepared to take down Cerberus once and for all. I know it's hard, thinking about leaving Shepard and the rest of our friends in the hands of those psychopaths. But what you're doing right now, Jacob, is what you have to do, if we have any hope of completing our mission."

Taking a deep breath, Jacob squared his shoulders. "You're right, Garrus, I know that. But... it's hard to keep my head on straight when people I care about are in the hands of the enemy. Especially when I'm the one who put them there."

Garrus nodded solemnly. "That plan with Kasumi, Jacob... things like that are why I'm sure you're the right man to be in charge of this mission. If you hadn't sent her in alone to track the Normandy, we'd have no idea where Cerberus was right now. You made the call you had to make, even if it meant putting someone you care about in harm's way."

"Not really sure how much of a compliment that is, Garrus," Jacob said.

"Ah, that's right. You weren't there when Shepard had to choose between Ash and Kaidan," Garrus responded. "Kaidan was a good soldier, and a good man. But when it came to accomplishing the mission, Shepard made the call she had to make. Hell, I know a few turian commanders who might have froze up in a situation like that, choosing between two good friends and knowing that one of them was doomed to die. But Shepard did it, because she needed to for the sake of the mission. Just like you did what you had to do back on Ontarom. Honestly... put me in charge in a situation like that, where the success of this mission hinged on sending Tali in alone against Cerberus... I'm not sure I would have the stomach for it."

"Tali?" Jacob asked, forgetting about his concerns for a moment at the mention of the name. "So the rumors about you and her..."

"I... uh... well, I just used her as an example," Garrus quickly said. "Just as somebody who I have a long history with and..." Giving up the game, Garrus shook his head. "Guess I'm not fooling anybody, huh? Being around her like this, back in action the way we used to be... guess deep down this scarred-up old turian soldier is a romantic at heart. If only my father could see me now, pining away for a quarian."

Jacob gave his turian comrade a grin. "You should tell go for it, Garrus. I've seen the way the two of you are together. She's obviously into you."

"It's... complicated," Garrus responded, rubbing at the back of his neck. "Even if she felt the same way... she's needed back on Rannoch, and I've got duties back on Palaven. And then there's..." Garrus narrowed his eyes at Jacob. "Okay, what I'm about to tell you... it can't leave this firing range, you understand?"

Jacob nodded solemnly. "You have my word, Garrus."

"See, back when we decided that we weren't going to have a serious relationship, and we'd just... have fun whenever we got together, me and Tali came up with this thing where we'd tell each other about all the people we'd been with while the two of us had been separated. Just a little dirty talk, you know, to get each other in the mood. But the problem with that is, well... Tali's actually the only woman I've been with in the past few years. So when she tells me about all the fun she's been having out there and wants to hear my stories, I've been making it all up. Pulling random names out of my head and claiming them as my many 'conquests.' I just... I didn't want her to feel guilty about enjoying herself while I sit around counting the days until the next time we get to hook up." He gave Jacob a sheepish look. "Pretty pathetic, I know."

"Nah, not pathetic," Jacob protested. "But... look, it's not for me to butt into whatever relationship you have going on with Tali. But considering the dangerous shit we could be facing in the next few days... maybe you should tell her the truth. Let her know how you feel now, instead of waiting until it might be too late."

Garrus turned away from Jacob, leaning against the firing range shelf where his rifle rested. "Almost makes you feel nostalgic, in a screwed-up sort of way. Remembering the days when death seemed like it was just around the corner. Back then it was just a few thousand gigantic robot death machines. Now it's just a bunch of psychotic humans led by a woman wearing my best friend's face."

Garrus looked over his shoulder at Jacob, and his voice was weary. "Maybe after this is over, Tali and I can both find some quiet colony somewhere. Much as it goes against every fiber of my being to turn my back on my people... I think you could argue that all of us have done more than our fair share."

"Sounds like a damn good idea to me," Jacob said, trying not to think about the relationship he had recently started. "But first, we gotta make sure our comrades get that chance, as well."

"And that anybody stupid enough to still consider flying the Cerberus banner remembers what we did to them the last two times," Garrus said. "We'll win this, Jacob. With the team we've got here on the Orpheus, and you in command... we'll complete the mission. I don't have any doubts about that."

Jacob chuckled ruefully. "Well, that makes one of us," he responded. "But I appreciate the confidence all the same." Grabbing his pistol from the firing range, Jacob triggered the safety and ejected the heatsink. "Think I'm going to catch some sleep. Been a long day."

"For all of us," Garrus responded. "Unfortunately, I don't see that changing any time soon."

As Jacob turned towards the door, he heard the loud crack of Garrus's rifle. And wondered how many more times he'd be hearing that sound before all of this was over
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