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Disclaimer: Mass Effect is not mine and it is not my creation or my property. This is done purely for entertainment purposes and not for profit.

This story contains extreme violence, excessive profanity and very graphic sexual content, all of it interspecies erotica. If that's not your cup of tea, turn back now. Also this contains spoilers for Mass Effect 3 so if you if don't like spoilers then don't read.

Read Me: So I'm partially sober and putting together my costume for Comic Con and Connecticon. Thinking of Tala from Darkwatch or the Black Cat Felicia Hardy. I'm not a blonde but I love to be blonde but Tala is easier to make. What the hell I have the body for both. Hmmm…..

Oh yes, there was a typo here that said Shepard was 6 months. That is now fixed. That was for another chapter, sorry.

Justifiable Homicide

Chapter 14

By

DarkLaraJade

Nearly 3 weeks had passed since Tali's news of the baby and a 3 month pregnant Shepard lie in a fit of agony in her bed. It seemed like every night her womb was expanding to accommodate her Krogan children and she was now showing. Her tan skin was covered in sweat causing her thin silk night gown to cling to her.

Her blonde hair stuck to the pillow underneath her since it was matted down with sweat. The pain in her womb and the heat from outside; it was too much. "Someone close that fucking window!", she screamed.

Pale blue eyes glanced from face to face surrounding her bed. To her right, Wrex knelt beside her holding her hand. It made her smile, his handsome reptilian face twisted in concern with her slave girls standing dutifully behind him. A Ceberus doctor stood at the foot of her bed scrolling through an omnipad and looking her over. He was middle aged, good-looking, dark hair and dark eyes. According to Wrex he was the Chief of Staff and had helped with the females on New Tuchanka. He was the best human doctor and scientist they had to offer. Tali'Zorah stood next to him making calculations on the orange omni-tool on her right arm.

Miranda sat to her right holding her hand, equally pregnant but not as far along. She was only 6 months which clearly meant she was not showing or feeling any effects of pregnancy at all.

Wreav stood off in a corner somewhere. She was certain he didn't want to there, but it was customary in such matters. She and Miranda had worked out their differences some time ago. Miranda had been afraid as anyone would be. Nova searched Miranda's beautiful face and barely felt her reach over and place a hand on her forehead.

Miranda looked back at the Cebereus doctor and Tali before saying, "She's burning up! Do something!"

She vaguely heard her speak and looked up at the ceiling above her. She tried to count each tiny red spike above her head as she tried to remember how their conversation had gone amidst her fever.

The night after she spoke with Wrex, Nova went to see Miranda. Her slave girls had squeezed her into an unbearably tight purple dress. Her cleavage heaved with every breath and shivered lightly from the temperature of the room. Miranda stood across from her still dressed in her classic Cerberus suit. According to Wreav, she refused to give it up even with the heat outside.

"Why Miranda? Why didn't you tell me?", was all Shepard could ask with clear unveiled hurt.

Miranda stopped scrubbing the overly cleaned countertop and turned on her with a cold stare, "Because I don't want a Krogan baby, Shepard! I never did! I was just getting used to the idea of being with Wreav and now this! I go for a checkup with Tali and suddenly I'm having a baby in 6 months?! I practically died right there."

She had been cleaning the stainless steel kitchen from top to bottom in an effort to keep busy. Wreav wouldn't let her train in her "condition." Miranda was shaking from anger now with her fists balled tightly at her sides.

Nova stared back at her, her own gaze unwavering. She felt bad for Miranda but the die had been cast now. There was no turning back now. There would be thousands of women in her situation in a few months time and she couldn't afford to be weak about it now.

"I thought we had a discussion shortly ago about the greater good. You seemed to understand that idea and seemed to be adjusting to Wreav well. You even talked about liking him. Where has all that gone?", Shepard said. Her hard yet beautiful features remained unmoved.

Miranda gazed at her through a veil of her short brunette locks and pointed a finger at her, "That was just talk!"

"I've never known you to say something you didn't mean."

Miranda faltered slightly and dropped her hand and whispered, "Don't tell me how to feel."

"I'm not telling you how to feel Miranda. It's obvious you had no choice in this, but you seemed to be trying to make the better of it. You knew the pregnancy would happen sooner or later. You seemed to be..well..coping. What happened?"

"What happened is I expected it to be later rather than sooner! And Tali tells me all the Clan Leader's mates…slave girls….wives…whichever way their thought of, are all pregnant as well. And we'll have painful pregnancies in a 6 month span. It's all just too much."

Nova sighed and walked up to Miranda. The scent of cleaning products stung her nose and eyes since Miranda had used them in excess.

Nova took Miranda's hand, "I feel the same way, this isn't easy and I never said it was going to be. But this is for the greater good Miranda. And I know the worst things happen with the best intentions but this is about sacrificing a few for the good of millions. And furthermore, if you and I weren't on board, do think we could stop this?! The Krogan Empire is stronger than ever and they did it without our help and that of the Citadel. Even if we ran to the Citadel they would be in no condition to fight a war with the Krogan, the Geth, the Vorcha, the Batarian, AND the Quarian! They just aren't. Millions would die for no reason. So if taking thousands of women from one race saves millions of people from other races from being slaughtered, I'd say it's worth it. Not right, but worth it. Can't you see we have to make the best of a bad situation we can't change? Is that too much for you? I've never seen anything you can't handle."

She watched Miranda's eye gloss slightly with tears and she whispered, "You are right. This is just so unfair. And I worry so much for Orianna. Who will look after her if I'm here shut away from everything? She must be so worried. She must think I'm dead or worse, that I've abandoned her. I can't stand the thought of either. She's the only thing I have in the world Shepard."

And Nova quietly embraced her and rubbed Miranda's back to comfort her. There was nothing more to be said beyond that point. She pulled away and looked in Miranda's face, "Come with me. There's lots to be done and I can do it. We have to come up with a system for placing these women, getting them medical care upon arrival, and even simple entertainment for them. Please help me."

A wave of pain overtook her as one of her twins shifted positions inside her tight womb. She sat straight up and gripped her belly, "Gods that fucking hurts!"

The Cebereus doctor ignored her pain, the cold clinical bastard he was. He still scrolled through his omnipad like he was disinterested. Like he barely heard her scream in pain and responded to Miranda, "It's a light fever. The pain killer will take effect shortly."

Only Tali responded to her pain by running next to Miranda's side and waved her omni-tool over her belly. A beam of orange light scanned over a small baby belly and Tali's lithe fingers tapped her omni tool.

"The twins are moving and causing her great discomfort.", Tali'Zorah stated.

The Ceberus doctor didn't take his eyes off the omnipad and did not respond. He shifted his weight back and forth and then with eyes half lidded in pain, Nova watched the callous doctor walk to door. He called Wrex over and the two began to whisper to one another.

Nova's bright blue eye narrowed into hateful slits and a surge of anger ran over her that was hotter than her fever. She gritted her teeth and bared her canines and swung her feet over the bed. "You dare talk about me as if I'm not here?! In my own fucking home?!"

Wrex and the Ceberus doctor immediately stopped whispering at the door and gave her a wide eyed stare as if she were crazy. Wrex looked as if he was holding his breath.

A hand grabbed her arm, causing her irritation and discomfort in her painful state. Her twins were shifting around trying to get comfortable like all babies do. The problem was is that they weren't human and her womb was too small to accommodate the growing young ones and the pains were sharp and agonizing. Too many drugs would affect her pregnancy so they gave her the bare minimum; enough to keep her from pulling her hair out.

Nova glanced at the offending appendage wrapped around her arm. The fingers around her toned arm seemed sickeningly weak, right up to the deeper tanned un-toned arm. Raina was its owner. She responded by grabbing the hand of equal size but far inferior strength and squeezing it till she heard the bones snap. When the poor slave girl feel to her knees holding her mangled hand in her teary eyes, she braced her foot against her shoulder and kicked her as hard as she could. The little slave slid on her back across the floor beneath her which was cast from the Red Alloy. She then rolled onto her stomach and then hunched over in fear, nearly curled into a ball. She looked back at her with eyes of fear and confusion. A large gasp escaped everyone in the room and Nova looked around in a crazed fashion.

The pregnant Commander Shepard said nothing, she gave deep, and deliberate breathes of rage.

For some reason the girl made her sick; her weakness made her physically ill. She felt almost like she could smell her fear and it made her want to vomit. Nova threw a hand over her nose to block out the stench and pointed to Raina , "Take that bitch out of here! NOW! "

Miriah ran to Raina and cried, "COMMANDER SHEPARD! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?"

Nova brought her arm away from her nose and glared at Miriah making her shudder in fear," You dare grab me?! You question me?! I'm your Commander! Your Queen! YOUR FUCKING KHAHANA?!"

Nova flew over to Raina and reached out to the slave girl cradling her trusted friend. She grabbed Raina by the face and squeeze so hard her nails penetrated her skin. Blood ran down Raina's face as a pained expression and tears slid down her cheek. Her tears enraged her even more and a desire came over her quickly.

She purposely dung her nails in deeper and didn't budge as Raina tried to squirm away and pry her fingers away. Thanks to the Lazarus Project she had not only been brought back to life but perfected. She always was stronger than the average human.

Her soft hands hardened into an iron grip and she leaned down into Raina's terrified face. The Ex-Commander's beautiful features contoured into an uncharacteristically hard and hateful expression. She brought her face close to Raina's and whispered coldly, "Stop crying. It's making me want to hurt you."

Nova could hear herself speaking but it was like something else. She had never felt such rage before. She was shaking she was so angry. What was wrong with her?

Everyone including Wrex looked like a deer in headlight, speechless and wide eyed. Then a breeze from a window brushed over her and she released Raina. The breeze cooled her body down and slowly she started to regain her senses and her twins stopped moving. Finally they were comfortable. What was that?

Her rage gone; she started to speak weakly. "I don't know what-", and suddenly she fell backward as she fainted. A well hidden Wreav ran up and caught her before anyone else could. The only time she was glad he was in the room without being seen.

She heard Wrex yelling as he ran toward her, "Get her to the bed! And get Raina to medbay."

Elsewhere in Citadel space

"HOW THE FUCK DO WE RUN OUT OF WATER?!", Darner Vasque yelled at Sirus.

His Turian Commander was cool as a Garvug on it's coldest day. May the vacant frozen wasteland rest in peace. " We drank it all Captain and mixed too many drinks." Sirius was right; the water had run dry. They weren't supposed to make any stops to New Tuchanka but they had no choice.

"We have to go to Omega."

Vosque began strapping on his Blue Suns armor and cracked his neck, "You know they'll start shit. The gangs there have being tearing each other apart since Aria died."

"They don't know she's dead."

"I'm sure they assume by now."

The water shortage was not unintentional. They both knew that; they were like two different halves of the same person. Sirus sighed and cocked his head a little, "I know. But I'll handle everything. This time I'll make sure there is enough water. And what of the Volus that sold us the supplies?"

Vosque looked behind his shoulder, his bright brown eyes cold and hard, "Kill him and have the tech clear out all the credits in his accounts. We need to send a message and be compensated for our losses." Sirius smirked; yes they did think alike.

On Omega

Five young teenagers squirmed nervously as a heavily armored Batarian sat across from them at a filthy desk. They were in the best bar on Omega and even that was thick with criminals.

The Batarian cracked open an alien oyster and gulped down the slippery meat. His three eyes ran across the human youngsters in front of him and a malicious smirk crossed his face. The fools.

They had heard Omega was a profitable place with a lot of opportunity for the right kind of people. And where there were people, entertainment was needed. Or atleast they had thought so.

A small teenage girl with a tiny delicate frame and small b-cup breasts twisted her lips in nervousness. The brunette had pulled her fine bone straight hair into a loose pony tail which ended at the top of her calves. She stared at the back of her band mates heads as they tried to negotiate with the Batarian who owned the bar.

She was the only girl of the group and the lead singer. Her four male friends stood in front of her as they spoke to the Batarian who was stealing lecherous glances at her. She wore tiny jean shorts and a loose fitting top that drapped off of her shoulder. Black leather thigh highs and sneakers completed her look. It was a very Earth look and not common in these parts at all. But then again, they were all from Earth. None of them knew anything about the galaxy.

They packed up and went into the far recesses of space to make it big and earn money so they could go main stream. However it wasn't working out how they planned. Everywhere they went seemed to be littered with murders and rapists and the less harsher planets were full of thieves and con artists. At this point they needed credits to get back home, but they really had no means. They spent it all on room and board with no steady profit. One good gig and they could get the hell out of here. He wasn't going to allow it.

Ronin shivered in the seedy office that was barely lit. The whole room was full of Batarians that were as equally heavily armored and armed to teeth as their leader. Why didn't she just listen to her parents? What the hell was she thinking traversing the galaxy in these perilous times? Crimes were at an all time high, food shortages were an everyday occurrence. She thought all people needed was a little joy. How stupid could she be?

Ronin wrapped arms around herself and tried not to cry. For some reason the place had an awful stench she couldn't place. She wasn't sure if it was from the oysters or the filth of the establishment.

"Listen we're looking for a good gig. Something we can split evenly and be on our way.", their lead guitarist stated.

The Batarian didn't beat around the bush, "We have no need for music. As a matter of fact, we have a DJ that does just fine." He looked between her two friends and stared right at her.

"What we need are girls. Ones with skills."

She felt his three black eyes settle on her and her heart stopped.

The lead singer misunderstood, "Well she has a great voice."

She could not tell the age of the Batarian male since she was not well versed in such matters. Young or old she couldn't tell them apart. But his malicious smile could not be mistaken. His black saliva drenched tongue came out and licked his lips before saying,

"I'm not talking about her voice. I'm taking about her looks and…abilities. Does she have lots of skill or does she need to be taught? No matter how hard times get people will always be willing to spend their credits on whores? So how much are you asking for the girl? If she's unskilled and heavily used, I pay you 10,000 credits. If she's skilled and heavily used I'll pay 20,000. If she's unskilled because she's a virgin I'll pay 40,000. That's my offer. Take it or leave it."

Ronin gasped and practically fell over; she was speechless with shock and fright.

The lead singer faltered, "She's a person! You can't buy a person! She's not a thing."

The Batarian came from behind his desk, "Of course you can." The Batarian looked the girl over wondering if she was virgin or if she had the skills to please a man. Either way she was attractive enough and either angle would work as long as he had the right buyer. A part of him prayed she was virgin. Fresh, unspoiled meat that was easy to mold.

Her friend directly ran in front of her and threw his arms out protectively, "She's not for sale!"

The Batarian cocked his head to the side and walked up to her friend. He then quickly drew a pistol holstered on his thigh and placed the cold barrel underneath his chin, "Listen, I'm going to take the girl. You can either take the credits for her and leave or I can kill you all and take her anyway. Decide."

Her band mates were quiet and looking at each other in wide eyed fear. Could they really be entertaining the idea?! She had no way of knowing. Panic set in and Ronin immediately ran for the door. Two Batarians lunged for her but she managed to squeeze between them as tiny as she was. She shed heavy tears as she ran out of the back of the bar through a sliding metal door. She didn't look back. She heard screams from her friends and gunfire but still she didn't look back; her sense of adrenaline and fear outweighing her guilt. She couldn't let them catch her. She couldn't.

Sirius walked through the small tunneled hallways of Omega. It reminded him very much of the lower wards on the Citadel. He passed crates in the cluttered metal hallway illuminated by red lights surrounding the hallway. Suddenly the Turian heard sharp ragged breathing from behind one the crates. He curiously stopped and looked downward; what a stupid hiding place. The girl could easily be seen by anyone that walked by. She was a pretty little thing with fine brown hair that brushed the ground in the crouched position she was in. Her arms were outstretched across the full length of the crate and her eyes were squeezed together like a child wishing themselves away from danger; thinking as long as they could not see, they could not be seen.

Her pale knees started to shake lightly, whether it was from the strenuous position or fear he did not know. The middle aged Turian licked his mandibles and began to think. He was the one who brokered the deal with the Volus that ripped them off. This was the way to get back in Vosque's good graces. He always did have a soft spot for sweet young things; or a hard spot depending on which bodily organ you were referring to.

Sirius looked down behind the crate and weighed his options. She was obviously in trouble; she could not refuse help if he offered. The good Samaritan routine, that was the way to go. She was either a thief or being hunted by slavers. Either way, she was in no position to refuse an invitation of protection. He spoke and watched her body jump since she was startled, "Hello. Do you need help?"

The shaking girl jumped and opened her round brown eyes, "Leave me alone!"

Sirius put on a fake smile, "You have nothing to fear from me, but I can tell by your demeanor that you're afraid of someone else. Am I correct?"

The pretty little thing gulped and looked straight ahead, "He killed them. He killed all my friends and I'm the only one left. He wanted to buy me."

The Turian Commander smiled; he hit the nail on head. Slavers. "Come with me. I have a friend that is very well known in these parts. I will take you to him and you can plead your case if you would like."

The girl looked into his eyes again, "Why would he help me? I won't do anything bad for protection!"

Sirius smirked, "Hmph, I didn't ask you to. In any case, won't those who catch you make you do bad things in general?"

The girl went silent; faced with her own conundrum. Then he decided to use a bit of reverse psychology. He started walking away and said, "Fine. Have it your way."

Then he smiled even wider when he heard her run after him.
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