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Slaves of Cerberus	By : NakedOwlMan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 138076 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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"So, you got the plan down?"
Zaeed responded to the voice over his aircar's radio with a surly tone. "For the last time, Taylor, I've got it. Rooker and I go in, make friendly with Dugas, and see if he's willing to part with a ship that's got a history of non-human crew. If it looks like he won't play ball, or if the whole plan goes tits-up at any point, I'll signal you with the phrase 'no time like the present,' and you and your team will move in. Then we'll see if he's more willing to negotiate with your guns pointed in his face."
"Perfect. Rooker, you all set?" Jacob asked over the radio.
"Ready as I'll ever be, Commander," Rooker said, tugging the top of her brightly-colored dress up over her breasts again, while staring out of the aircar's window at the settlements flashing by underneath them.
Elysium seemed to have recovered quite well after the Reaper war, and the green hills below them were filled with well-appointed houses and some of the wealthiest people in the galaxy going about their business. Hard to believe that just a scant few years ago, the people down there had been living in fear of mass-annihilation.
* * *
"I know you're going to do great, Rooker," Jacob said over the comms. He glanced around at the darkened mansion they had set up base in, and the team he had chosen for this mission checking their weapons and adjusting their armor.
Thanks to Tali's elite hacking skills, she had discovered some extranet messages indicating that the residents of this particular house had recently left on vacation, and wouldn't be back home for weeks. Once she had discovered that, disabling the mansion's security system and gaining them access to the vacant building was like "repairing a ruptured ion flux capacitor with a Mark 7 fabrication kit," as Tali had put it and which Jacob could only assume meant "easy."
Once they had arrived and gained access to the building - Cortez dropping the rest of them off before flying the shuttle towards a secluded area where it would be difficult to spot from the air - Jacob and the team had quickly set up shop inside the mansion and began establishing comms with Zaeed and Rooker in the aircar. It was the perfect staging area: far enough away for their separate arrival in the Orpheus's shuttle to not be picked up on any scans from Dugas' residence, but close enough that they could deploy within ten minutes to back up Zaeed and Rooker if things went bad.
Of course, Jacob really hoped it wouldn't come to that, and that Zaeed's old camaraderie with his former Krogan ally was still strong after so many years. Not only would it be dangerous for Zaeed and Rooker if Dugas got violent, but it would throw all of their attempts at subtlety out the window. After all, the whole point of this plan was to obtain a ship that could gain access to Omega without anyone being the wiser. If they ended up having to steal it from Dugas at gunpoint, there was always the danger that word of it would get back to the other merc bands. And if anyone on Omega was alerted to their plan... well, Jacob only hoped they'd find out about their cover being blown before they pulled up to Omega in their stolen ship, and not after the mercs guarding the station blew them into space-dust.
Jacob forced himself to stop thinking so negatively. So far everything had gone just according to plan. They had arrived at Amber Island and obtained a rental aircar without any real trouble. And despite her earlier issues with her disguise, Rooker promised that she was ready to handle her role of Zaeed's "arm candy" without any trouble.
In some ways, Jacob wondered if maybe he had over-prepared for this mission, as he watched all of Shepard's alien comrades - along with Vega, Riggs and a few of the most skilled human marines on the Orpheus - hunker down in the vacant mansion, ready at a moment's notice to spring into action. If Zaeed just walked out of Dugas' mansion with a ship and no hassle, Jacob was going to feel pretty silly.
But after all that had happened in the last week or so, Jacob wasn't taking any chances anymore. Better to deploy over-prepared and end up not needing the extra firepower, than leave people behind and end up cursing himself for not bringing them along when they could have made the difference.
"Getting close now," said Zaeed's voice over the comms. "Imagine Dugas' people will be wondering who we are pretty soon. Hopefully the old krogan bastard still remembers me after all these years."
* * *
Sure enough, not long after saying the words, an unknown voice came through on the aircar's radio: "Incoming vessel, you are approaching a private residence. Please change heading and divert away from these coordinates."
Zaeed pressed a button on the console. "Bloody hell. What kind of welcome is that for an old friend, eh? You tell your boss Dugas that Zaeed Massani is on his way to his landing pad. And he'd better have a bottle of chilled ryncol ready for me when I get there. The good stuff, too, not that swill we used to drink back when we were running together."
Rooker shot a concerned glance over at Zaeed, as he muted the communication. "A little bit aggressive, don't you think?" she asked.
Zaeed smirked at her. "You don't get anywhere with Dugas by asking politely, love. Trust me."
After a few seconds, the man on the other end of the line spoke up. "I'm sorry, Mr. Massani. Mr. Dugas is not accepting visitors today. Please come back another time."
Rooker looked frustrated. "Great. So much for doing this the friendly way, I guess," she said, an annoyed look on her face at the prospect of having dressed up like a cheap whore for nothing.
"Giving up so soon?" Zaeed asked her. Unmuting the comms, he snapped into the microphone. "Are you fucking kidding me? You remind that pyjak-fucker Dugas how I pulled his quad out of the fire twenty years ago on that Garvug job. After I put my ass on the line for him like that, the least he could do is show me a little goddamn hospitality."
There was a long pause after that, and Rooker feared that they had blown this mission before it had even begun. But finally, after the anticipation was almost unbearable, the voice of Dugas' underling came back over the radio. "Direct your aircar to the coordinates 53°28'57.812 N by 113°29'42.355 W. Someone will be out to meet you at the entrance shortly."
"Now that's more bloody like it," Zaeed said into the comms. Once the call was terminated, he gave Rooker a confident grin. "See, love? First rule of dealing with krogans: never give an inch. You show any weakness and you might as well just deliver your bollocks to them on a plate."
"I'll... uh... keep that in mind," Rooker responded, as Zaeed piloted the aircar to the designated coordinates.
* * *
Jacob breathed a sigh of relief, hearing the conversation between Zaeed and Dugas' henchman. "Good work, Zaeed," he said, switching the communications equipment to broadcast to Zaeed's personal comm unit. "Keep this up and we'll have our ship and be back to Omega in no time."
"Alright, let's not go sucking each other off just yet, Taylor," Zaeed's voice came over the comms equipment in response. "Still ain't even met Dugas face-to-face yet. Hopefully the old krogan bastard hasn't changed his mind about me in the past twenty years."
"Shuttle's safely hidden away, Commander," Cortez's voice declared on another channel. "Found some heavy tree cover about one and a half kilometers southwest from your location. At your signal, can dust off and be at your location in two minutes, tops."
"Roger that, Cortez," Jacob responded, as Vega came up from behind and stood at the comms next to him. "Keep the shuttle warmed up and ready. If it ends up we need a pick-up, it's gonna have to be fast."
Vega glanced over at Jacob with a smirk. "Don't you worry about Esteban, Jacob," he said, pausing to take a drink from the bottle of energy drink in his hand. "You say the word, and he'll be here faster than a conejo."
"I don't doubt it," Jacob responded. "Just hoping we aren't going to need him to be as fast as... that thing you just mentioned. If the situation gets that bad..."
This elicited a grave nod from Vega. "Yeah. Don't want to think about what would happen if Rooker had to go toe-to-toe against that krogan and his merc bodyguards."
Jacob gave Vega a questioning look. "And Zaeed too, right?"
Vega blinked. "And... right, yeah. Him too." Rubbing at the back of his neck, Vega took another swig of his bottle.
Jacob stared at the bottle of energy drink, realizing it didn't have the standard label of Alliance-issue rations. "Where did you get that?" he asked Vega.
The burly marine responded with a guilty smile. "There was a bunch in the fridge. Folks who live here ain't gonna miss just one, right?"
"James, we..." Jacob started saying, before letting out a pained sigh. "Whatever. Just... try not to break anything, alright? It's bad enough we're using this house as a staging area without the owner's consent."
"Oh, yeah, that reminds me," Vega said. "There was this statue thing out in the hallway over there. Garrus bumped into it and... well, if we get a lot of glue, we might be able to put it back together, I think." Seeing the horrified look that came to Jacob's face, Vega gave him a grin. "I'm just messing with you, jefe. Don't worry so much. Zaeed and Rooker have this in the bag."
Jacob forced a smile in response, fighting the urge to remind Vega about what was riding on this. Funny, back when he was serving under Shepard, the stakes were so much higher. The fate of the entire galaxy, rather than just a handful of humans. And yet, back then, he could still find the time to relax. Enjoy a party like the one they had had back on the Citadel just before the Normandy's assault on Cronos Station.
Maybe it was because back then, he wasn't the one in charge. He could relax, and trust in people like Shepard and Anderson and Hackett to make the hard choices. But now that was him in that role, and it was the lives of his friends on the line. That knowledge seemed like a tangible weight on his shoulders, never giving him a second to relax.
"Coming in for a landing," Zaeed's voice said over the comms, breaking Jacob out of his self-reflection. "Time to see if I've still got any of that Massani charm left in me."
* * *
After opening his car door and stepping out onto the landing pad, Zaeed walked around to open the door for his "date," taking Rooker by the hand and helping her up to her feet. It was only just now that he had finally gotten a chance to get a good look at the Orpheus's XO in her disguise, and he had to admit: he was surprised at how convincing she was. Not only her outfit, but the way she carried herself as she walked beside him to the stairs leading down to the main courtyard. Not a single trace of the macho bravado that most Alliance mercs – male or female – tended to carry themselves with. If he hadn't already met her before this, he would have had no trouble believing she was just some dizzy broad looking for a rich sucker to leech off of.
"My god, Zaeed," Rooker said as they reached the bottom of the stairs and got a good look at Dugas' main courtyard. "It's... it's beautiful! Your friend must be absolutely rolling in credits!" Her voice was chipper and vacant, the very pinnacle of a bubble-headed bimbo.
But then again, Zaeed suspected that not all of it was part of her act. Because it was an amazing house. Like something out of the 19th century, with red brickwork, old-fashioned wooden doors with glass panels, and a sprawling courtyard filled with dense shrubbery, trees in full bloom, and even a fountain leading up to the front entrance. They had told Zaeed that Dugas had made good with his merc company, but Zaeed had no idea it had been this good.
He and Rooker walked down the brick pathway to the front door. As they got closer, Zaeed spotted two guards at the main entrance, a turian and batarian, watching them approach with a cautious eye, assault rifles at the ready. "Not quite that friendly a welcome, I suppose," Zaeed muttered to Rooker.
"Yeah, looks like your old friend isn't taking any chances," Rooker quietly responded, her voice back to the low, confident tone he had gotten used to hearing from her in the past few days. "We're going to have to..."
Zaeed paused, as Rooker's voice – and Rooker herself – suddenly came to a halt about fifty feet from the entrance. "What's the matter?" he asked. "Don't worry, we..."
Spinning around to face Zaeed, positioning herself to stand between him and the guards at the door, Rooker hissed. "Kiss me."
"Are you daf..." Zaeed started to say, before Rooker suddenly grabbed him by the back of the head with both hands, and pulled him forward into a rough kiss. Zaeed's eyes went wide as her lips met his, and they went even wider when one of Rooker's hands drifted from behind his head to grab him by the wrist, directing his hand underneath her dress and between her thighs.
After several seconds of Zaeed switching between confusion at the sudden act of affection, and fighting back the unexpected swelling in his pants, Rooker finally broke the kiss, moving her head to rest on his shoulder. "Check the door," she whispered into his ear. "Dugas has weapons scanners."
Trying his best to act casual, as Rooker continued grinding her body up against his and directing his hand further up her leg, Zaeed squinted. After a few seconds, he could just barely make out the telltale glow above the archway of the main entrance. "So he does, love," he whispered back. "Good eye. Although I don't see why that translates to you snogging me in the middle of..." As his hand drifted up higher, and he felt the cold metal against Rooker's leg, Zaeed got the picture.
"If Dugas finds out I'm carrying a weapon, my cover as your bimbo arm-candy is done for," Rooker hissed. "You're going to have to toss it."
Even as he pulled the pistol out of Rooker's thigh holster, the action hidden from the view of the guards by Rooker's body in front of him, Zaeed looked doubtful. "Easier said than done, love, considering that every eye in that house is on us right now," he muttered to her. "No goddamn way I'm going to be able to ditch this thing without somebody noticing."
"Leave that to me, Mr. Massani," Rooker responded, and a smirk crossed her face. "Now kiss me again. And grab one of my breasts while you're at it."
He took one more moment to be shocked at the boldness of her request, before a smile creased his weathered face. "You're the boss," he said, leaning forward to press his lips against hers. For a moment, he almost forgot and brought up the hand holding the pistol, before quickly reversing himself. Hiding the weapon between his and Rooker's bodies, he brought up his other hand to latch onto one of Rooker's sizable tits, rubbing and stroking the firm melon while trying to mentally remind his todger that this was all part of the mission.
"Perfect," Rooker said as they finally broke the kiss. "You can take your hand off now, Mr. Massani," she gently commanded him. As soon as his wrinkled fingers left her flesh, Rooker gave the fabric of the brightly-colored frock a light tug downward, just below where Zaeed's hand had been. And with how revealing the dress already was, a light tug was all that was needed.
"Oh, my, Zaeed! You naughty boy!" she exclaimed loudly, her voice returning to the bubbly, brainless tone she had affected as part of her cover. "Save that energy for later, won't you? Right now we have to go see your friend, right?"
And as she stepped back from Zaeed and turned around to face the guards, their jaws went slack with surprise. Glancing down, Rooker put on a look of overblown embarrassment, as she saw the dark circle of her nipple poking out from the top of her dress. "Ohmigawd!" she squealed, staring up at the guards and covering herself with one hand while waving angrily at the guards with the other. "What are you staring at, you perverts? Look away, would you?"
It got the desired effect, as the two shocked guards averted their eyes long enough for Rooker to adjust her dress, and for Zaeed to jam his hand into one of the nearby shrubberies and hide away Rooker's pistol. By the time Rooker was finished making herself decent, the weapon was safely out of sight.
"You're so bad," Rooker said with a pout in her voice, giving one last tug to the upper hem of her dress before lightly slapping Zaeed on the shoulder. "Making me look silly in front of those men. I swear I'm going to die of embarrassment!"
With a cheeky smile, Zaeed reached behind Rooker to firmly clap a hand on her ass. "I'll make it up to you later, love," he loudly proclaimed as he groped her backside.
"Oh, I'll look forward to it," Rooker merrily cooed in response, as the two of them started walking towards the mansion again. In a low tone, barely audible, she added, "If your right hand isn't off my ass in the next five seconds, Mr. Massani, then when this mission is over you'll be learning to shoot with your left." She delivered the threat without the vapid smile ever leaving her face.
Zaeed's hand quickly returned to his side. "As you wish, love," he muttered, just as they reached the bottom of the stairs leading up to the main entrance. The two guards at the door walked down to stand at their sides, weapons still at the ready, as the door to the mansion opened. From out of the old-fashioned swinging doors stepped an obviously old, but still fearsome-looking, krogan male, in what passed for his species as an expensive suit. His expression was unreadable as he slowly made his way down the stairs.
The krogan didn't say a word as he reached the bottom of the steps, and walked up to stare at Zaeed. After a few seconds of awkward silence, a deep, rumbling voice finally emanated from the scarred and wrinkled krogan. "Zaeed Massani," Dugas said, his dark red eyes narrowed at the human in front of him. "How long has it been?"
"Too goddamn long, Dugas," Zaeed said. "Looks like you've moved up in the world since we last saw each other."
"You as well," Dugas responded, his tone still unreadable as he carefully studied Zaeed. "Heard your name a lot on the extranet after the war was over. Hard to believe that human they were calling a hero was the same Zaeed Massani who scrounged for every last credit with me twenty years ago."
"What a goddamn nightmare that was, eh?" Zaeed responded. "But we made it through, didn't we? Better than we ever could have imagined."
Dugas nodded. "That we did. So... you want to tell me why you're here, Zaeed? Twenty years of no contact, and suddenly out of the blue, here you are on my doorstep?"
Now they were coming to it. Zaeed gave a casual shrug. "Was in the neighborhood and heard you had set yourself up nice and proper here. Figured you wouldn't mind a visit from the old sod who bailed your quad out of the fire so many times."
Dugas didn't respond at first. For a second, Zaeed was sure that the old bastard was going to tell them to get back in their car and get off his property. But after a few moments, Zaeed could hear a low rumble coming from the old krogan. A rumble that soon turned into a raspy chuckle, and then a full-throated laugh.
"Of course I don't mind!" Dugas boisterously proclaimed. Turning to the batarian guard, he pointed a thick finger back up the stairs. "Kornesh! Go fetch my best bottle of ryncol! Mr. Massani and I have a lot of catching up to do, and I intend for the both of us to get good and drunk for it."
"Yes sir," the batarian said as he walked back up the stairs.
Turning back to Zaeed, Dugas bared his teeth in the krogan approximation of a smile. "Come on in, Zaeed," he said, before his eyes finally caught a glimpse of Rooker. "Ah, but where are my manners? I haven't introduced myself to your lovely companion." Reaching down, Dugas took hold of Rooker's fingers, and brought the back of her hand up to his lips. "Brenok Dugas, my lady. So delightful to meet you."
"Oh, my," Rooker giggled, playing her part flawlessly. "I'm Michelle. Michelle Reis. You have a very lovely house, Mr. Dugas."
Dugas chuckled. "Just Dugas, Ms. Reis. And yes, this estate did set me back a few credits. But as lovely as it is, now that you're here, it's at least five times as beautiful."
* * *
Vega glowered at the comms equipment, the entire conversation with Dugas – as well as Rooker's earlier "distraction" – having been picked up by Zaeed's comm unit. "Ugh, hearing that horny old krogan slobbering all over her," he groused. "The sooner all of this is over, the better."
"Oh, don't try to hide it, James," Tali chimed in from a nearby couch, pausing in the inspection of her shotgun to give Vega a cheeky smile from behind her air filtration mask. "You're just upset that Zaeed got to make out with Tara before you did."
Vega's face immediately turned beet-red. "No! That ain't it at all! It's just... Rooker's more than just a pretty face and a gorgeous body and... ugh. I just hate that she's only on this mission just to distract some creepy old lizard with a human fetish. There's more to her than that, you know?"
"You humans and your 'feelings,'" Javik helpfully contributed. "If you wish to mate with the female, simply request that she present herself to you naked in your quarters, and forget about all these pointless courting rituals."
"I... I gotta go check my armor," Vega quickly muttered, heading out of the room with as much speed as his hulking frame could manage.
And as the rest of the group shared a brief laugh, for the first time in a long time, Jacob found himself smiling without the need to force it. He was starting to feel that old camaraderie again. That sense that no matter how bad things looked minute-to-minute, they were going to make it out of all of this alright.
Of course, that good feeling only ended up lasting a few minutes more, before everything went to hell.
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