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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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Things couldn't be going better.

The clone was beaming ear-to-ear as she closed the connection on her personal terminal. The date and time had been set for the next phase of their plan.

And it was about time, too. Sitting around this station was getting to be one hell of a bore, after all. She had already done way too much of her fair share of waiting in the months before she and Brooks had put their plan into motion. But it would be just a little while longer before she would be back out there.

But as she stood up from her desk and stretched her arms about above her head, a slight chill ran through her that had nothing to do with the temperature in her quarters. It wasn't that she was changing her mind about what they had planned. Far from it. It was just that... well, when all of this was over, there would be big changes. Changes to herself and to... others. Like a certain someone in the cells down the hall.

"Dammit," she muttered to herself. Quickly, she put on her Cerberus uniform, trying not to think about what was to come. Ever since she had brought into existence, she had gotten used to things changing rapidly. Plans being altered by the day, sometimes even the hour. So who was to say other plans couldn't be changed as well?

Regardless, all of that was far, far in the future. For now, she had the chance to enjoy herself as much as she wanted with Cerberus's captives.

And, the clone thought as she grabbed the cloth bag up off the floor on the way out of her quarters, she had wonderful plans in mind for her next visit to the delectable Dr. T'Soni.

She strode through the halls of the station's restricted area, watching as the various thugs, murderers and rapists that manned this area snapped to attention at her passing. Shit, it felt so good to see them squirm. She knew that the only reason they showed her respect was out of fear of the consequences if they did not: death, torture, and most troubling of all, an end to their steady stream of credits. But still, the clone felt like she was getting a taste of what it was like to live the life of her disgusting twin every time she walked through these halls. People treating you with respect, awed at your mere presence. It was amazing... and merely a taste of what was to come once their plans were completed.

The clone was so caught up in the feeling of power, she didn't even notice someone approaching behind her until she felt the hand on her shoulder. She let out a surprised cry, nearly dropping the bag in her hand as she whirled to see who had approached.

"Where are you off to in such a hurry, love?" Brooks said, a crooked smile on her face.

The clone smiled back casually. "Oh, nowhere in particular. Just heading off to pay a visit to our special guests."

Brooks quirked an eyebrow. "Really? Any of them in particular? Let's see if I can guess. I'll start with 'blue scaly skin' and you can tell me if I'm getting warm."

The clone fought to keep the annoyance off her face. "You got me, Maya," she responded with a casual shrug. "I just can't help myself. Tormenting that mewling little asari slut is just too much fun."

"Tormenting. Really," Brooks said, sounding a bit unconvinced. "Because I seem to recall you being quite protective of Dr. T'Soni back on the Normandy."

"Yes, well, you know how those asari are," the clone said. "I may be the pinnacle of humanity, but even I couldn't help being taken in by their charms. She was the first asari I'd even seen in person, after all," she gave a casual shrug. "But now that we're back home... well, I suppose I've come to my senses. And making that pathetic blue bitch squeal is as good a way as any to show her that her attempts to seduce me were totally unsuccessful."

Brooks still looked doubtful, but eventually let the matter drop. "Well, you entertain yourself however you feel, love," she said. "After all, we both know what's going to happen to T'Soni once all of this is over. Might as well enjoy that tight blue cunt while you can, I suppose. Me... I can't even stomach the thought. I'll stick with my own species if it's all the same." Gesturing down the hall, Brooks smirked. "As a matter of fact, I was just heading down to the cells as well. Paying a visit to your lesser counterpart. Accompany me, love?"

"I'd love that," the clone said, forcing a smile to her face. "I suppose that means your business with our mysterious financier has finished for the day?"

The two of them continued down the hallway, Brooks speaking cautiously about their plans in the midst of the Cerberus rabble passing them. "We had a very fruitful discussion, yes. Our friend upstairs has started putting the wheels in motion for the later parts of our agenda. The will of Cerberus will soon be felt all across the galaxy. And once it's all over, there won't be a single person alive who won't know what this organization stands for. What the name Cerberus truly represents."

"And what about my double's friends?" the clone asked. "Their plan to take back Omega. If they were to succeed, it would be..."

"Not to worry, love," Brooks responded. "Jacob and the rest of them won't get the opportunity to set foot on Omega. A little tip from our mole and a good amount of credits from our banker has seen to that. And even if they should succeed in gaining access to the station..." a wicked smile crossed the dark-skinned woman's face. "Well, I'm sure they'll deeply regret having so many aliens on their team once they get a breath of that warm, inviting Omega air."

The clone let out a cackling laugh. "Ha, that's right! Oh, I would pay good credits to see that. That pathetic traitor Taylor setting foot on Omega, just to end up with him and his team taking it up the ass from all his alien comrades." She laid a finger on her cheek in contemplation. "At least, I assume that's what they have. Hell, who knows with freaks like that Prothean, what he's packing in all that armor."

Brooks let out a shudder. "Please. Let's not talk about alien genitals if it's all the same. And besides, it's not like any of that is ever going to happen. Taylor's rescue mission will be ending very shortly. And once it does... there will be nothing standing in our way."

They reached the door to the cellblock, the clone noticing for the first time that Brooks was carrying a small package of her own. "What have you got in there?" she asked.

Brooks glanced down at the bundle of cloth in her hand. "Oh, this? Just a few toys I plan to use on your double. Show her who's really in charge on this station." Brooks cast her glance down to the bag in the clone's hand. "And what about you?"

"Same thing," the clone quickly lied. "Can't wait to see the look on that asari bitch's face when she sees what I have in store for her today."

"Well, I guess I'll get a chance to see it as well," Brooks said. "And hear you make her squeal while I'm at it."

Panic filled the clone. It hadn't even occurred to her that both she and Brooks would most likely want to use Testing Room 1, the lounge area, for their activities. And the clone certainly didn't want Brooks to see what she actually had in mind for Liara. "Uhm... I think I'm going to take Liara into Room 3 instead," she said.

Brooks frowned. "Henneman's lab?" she asked. "Not exactly the most comfortable place to enjoy yourself. Are you sure? There's plenty of room in Room 1 for both of us to... spread out."

"Nah, that's fine. I'll give you your space. I mean... as much fun as it is to see you tormenting that fake Shepard, I hate being in the same room as her almost as much as you hate the thought of sex with an alien. So probably best we use different rooms."

Her partner gave a dismissive shrug. "Well, whatever. Have fun, you crazy kids. Try not to damage the asari too much. We want to make sure that your twin recognizes her when she sees what we end up doing to her in the end."

"Of course," the clone said, feeling that twinge of dread again at the reminder of their final plan for Liara. Plans can change, the clone thought to herself as the door to the cellblock slid open and they stepped inside. Plans can always change.
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