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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.
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Two chapter updates instead of one. Sorry I've been MIA. Unfortunately I have had so much going on I haven't had time to continue this story, but I'm back. A little rusty but not a little inspiration can't fix. Thanks to all the fans that asked to write faithfully.
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Justifiable Homicide
Chapter 15
By
DarkLaraJade
Nova Shepard, Miranda Lawson, and the Assistant Chief of Staff for Cerberus occupied the Urdnot meeting room. Wrex was overseeing the renovations to the Urdnot Redoubt with Legion. The Assistant Chief of Staff was a strikingly beautiful woman with midnight black hair and pale skin. She was clearly Chinese with dark eyes and soft porcelain features. Despite her delicate visage, her facial expression was one of cool indifference. She was easily the biggest bitch Shepard had ever met. Nova and Miranda sat next to one another while the Assistant Chief of Staff sat adjacent in a calm pose clad in a stark white lab coat.
"I've asked you here for two reasons.", Nova started.
The Cerberus scientist gave a half smirk, "And I've been already briefed prior to my arrival. I never come to any meeting ill prepared. So which do you want to discuss first?"
Shepard had devised a plan and now it was time to begin setting it in motion.
"Eden."
"What?", the Ceberus doctor asked in confusion.
"Miranda and I have given this a lot thought. We have decided that this will be an udder catastrophe if left up to the Krogan. So we have devised a plan for placing the women upon arrival. The women will be crossed referenced with Citadel records for identification purposes and placed in New Tuchanka's records. From there they will be subjected to medical examinations to confirm their health and from there they will be placed in a registration center called the Wife Bank. From there they will be housed in a comfortable facility to await placement. The women with children will be housed separately from those who have none for adjustment purposes."
The scientist raised an eyebrow, "And how do you plan on placing the women?"
"The Krogans will fill out paperwork regarding the kind of woman they feel would suit their needs."
The pretty Chinese scientist snorted, "A Krogan doing paperwork? Clearly you're joking."
Nova was offended by the comment and glared at her, "The Krogan are my people now and I would thank you to show them a bit more credit. They're not as stupid as you think. Furthermore, if they want a mate they have no choice."
"Do you have a prototype?", she asked.
"That's why I've asked you here. This questionnaire will be a matter of mental and physical attraction. We will ask the Krogans everything they would like in a mate. Upon arrival, the human women from the colonies will be asked the appropriate questions to match after they have been feed, clothed and allowed to settle down. From there, Krogans will only be allowed to view women in the Wife Bank that fit their criteria and they will choose from the women available."
The Cerberus scientist quirked an eyebrow, "I don't know why you're asking me for help with this questionnaire. I'm a scientist, not a therapist."
Shepard smirked, "True, but you minored in neuropsychology in college. It was confirmed by the Chief of Staff himself. You're the closest thing to a therapist we have."
The scientist pulled her lips into a fake smile, "Well I guess I have no choice but to comply."
It was obvious she had her hands full like all the other scientists; this was one more task that would create a lot of sleepless nights.
The Cerberus scientist continued, "What you're proposing could work hypothetically. It's better than allowing them to take one look and toss them over their shoulders. Have you considered the women that are not heterosexual? What of them? Did the information Danar Vosque supplied us with tell us that?"
"I have not overlooked that. We are bound to capture women who no attraction to men at all. Unfortunately due to citadel law it is prohibited to log or record sexual orientation to prevent adverse action based upon biased. The only thing we can be sure of is the women are in excellent health, mentally and physically, since the information was going to be used to build a functioning militia on command. However they won't be exempt from baring children. We need to categorize them immediately so they won't be placed in the Wife Bank. We will place them in another facility called the Aviary and they will be inseminated artificially. Furthermore no organic men will be allowed in the Aviary. Only Geth will guard them. This will insure no Krogans get any bright ideas. I also plan on separating a select number of women with special skills to help them rebuild New Tuchanka. We need teachers for schools that will be built in the near future and more humans with medical training for the large number of births that are coming. They will be housed with Cebereus scientists and also exempt from baring children."
The Chinese scientist shifted slightly in her chair, "Have you discussed this with the Khahan? Undoubtedly you are downing the availability of the fertile human women to me mated by Krogan with such a move. He won't be happy at all."
"Wrex has given me full control of this project and he trusts me thoroughly. I don't need you to question me. Whatever questions or concerns my mate has he will bring to me and they're none of your affair. All I am asking of you is to help create a prototype of the questionnaires to be used by both parties. Not your opinion as to its success."
The Cerberus scientist nodded sternly. It wouldn't be first time she had to partake in a project she could not criticize or act on of her own accord. "I will do as you ask Khahana. Speaking of which, when is your coronation?"
"Six days from now and I will be addressing all of New Tuchanka. Every Krogan young and old. Now tell me, what the hell is happening to me."
The tan blonde commander felt her jaw tighten out involuntarily.
The Ceberus doctor didn't miss this. "Your concern is understandable. After much research we had discerned it was a fit of Krogan rage."
"That's impossible!", She and Miranda yelled this simultaneously.
The pretty doctor remained emotionless, "That's what we thought at first. Then we did numerous tests. The blood tests came back normal but the hormone levels were off the charts. Far beyond that of a normal human pregnancy. Then we isolated the hormones that were most active and found they were Krogan."
Nove spoke fearfully above a whisper, "So what are you saying?"
"That you are receiving Krogan hormones through your Krogan pregnancy. Human mothers pass nutrients and everything they ingest to their babies through the placenta. The same thing is happening here, except the babies aren't completely human. So whatever hormones or genetic material that is creating them is being inadvertently passed to you."
Nova was shocked and sat back in her chair.
She continued, "And as the pregnancy progresses, we are predicting the episodes will get worse."
"How much worse?", Nova questioned fearfully. She snapped Raina's hand just because she touched her. The idea her episodes could get worse truly terrified her.
"Well as your children grow, more hormones will be produced. And the episodes will be longer. Thankfully your hybrid pregnancy is shorter than a human pregnancy."
Miranda had been silent through everything but now her own worries were starting to surface, "Isn't there anything we can do?! Is this going to happen to me?!"
"Only time will tell. Commander Shepard is a special case. She was genetically engineered through the Lazarus Project and therefore Ceberus made many manipulations to her genetic code to ensure adequate survival. For now, we are stating only Commander Shepard will be affected until evidence of such things begin in other women. In terms of what we can do for her, the answer is nothing. She is on far too many medications for pain during her pregnancy. Hormone balancing drugs for the Krogan rage have proven useless during testing. We suspect it's because Krogan hormones are nothing like humans' and their over powering our medical injections. At the least they will they will stop the "baby blues" but nothing more. An increase in hormone balancing injections could harm the fetuses. At this point we will monitor her carefully."
Nova gritted her teeth, "I know exactly what that means! You're going to stand by, do nothing and take fucking notes. Is that it? You won't do anything?!"
The Ceberus doctor looked into her eyes with irritation, "It's not that we don't want to do anything Commander Shepard. We can't. This is as new to us as it is to you and we are doing all we can for you. "
Nova swallowed hard and ran her fingers through her straight platinum blonde hair. Her tanned skin suddenly became flushed. She felt horrible about the whole situation; she had hurt Raina very badly and her slave girl had in med bay for a few days. The Quarians had amazing medical technology which healed the bones and tendons at an amazing pace. But still what she had done irked her and Raina had asked to be reassigned. A request she could not refuse given the circumstances.
She needed time alone, time to access things. With that, she adjourned the meeting.

The Blue Suns had holed up on Omega and made themselves quite at home. They had blocked off an entire section of eastern wing apartments to hold Vosque and the men he needed. With no law on Omega, there was little anyone could do. The rest would be left on the ship to guard its contents and await further orders.
Vosque had taken the biggest apartment for his own, complete with 4 bedrooms. He propped his heavy iron clad boots on a thick glass table and stretched out lazily on a hard white couch. The upscale apartment was fashioned from a luxurious metal and an immaculate aquarium lined the entire perimeter of the room full of exotic fish.
He was clad in his shiny Blue Suns armor with visible scratches and blaster marks. Sirius had been on him to get new armor but he dismissed the idea. It wasn't so bad that it inhibited his protection and Vosque felt it built character.
A Volus encased in an environmental suit stood shaking before him and his stuttering could be heard between his raspy breaths through his mask.
"Please Vosque! I didn't know. I swear!"
Vosque was unmoved, "Cut the shit! I already know it's your policy to inspect all merchandise before you send it out. You fucked me over and thought I'd be long gone before I figured it out. I have some place in need to be and I'm delayed now because of you. Of all people to try this with, I'm not the one. You're really stupid!"
The Volus threw his hands up defensively, "NO! NO! I swear it wasn't me. It wasn't me who inspected this time!"
"THEN WHO DID?"
The Volus looked as if he was struggling to come up with a name and shifted back and forth. After a few moments all was clear and Vosque gave the order, "Kill him."
The Volus began to shake as a mercenary grabbed him by the metal ring attaching his full breathing mask to his suit. The Volus pleaded for his life, "Please Vosque, you can have anything you want! You can have all the money I own! Just please let me go."
The handsome human's face contorted from indifference to rage as he sat upright, removing his feet from the glass table. His eyes were glazed over with hate and he said calmly, "You have nothing I need and everything I want has already been taken. Consider every credit you own mine already, my tech has seen to that. At this point, be grateful I don't go after your family."
Vosque turned to the cold mercenary gripping the Volus and gave a nod with his chin, "Continue."
Just as the show was about to begin, the door to the main entrance slid open and Sirius walked in. A scowl formed on his handsome face and all he said was, "You're interrupting."
He had been cheated and now he was annoyed; he was done playing civil with Sirius. His Turian Commander could see his distain and quickly presented his gift. The Turian motioned behind him and stepped aside. A pretty young girl as human as he was stood behind him. She seemed overly shy and seemed to cringe when outside of Siruis's shadow. Her soft brown eyes widened and she turned toward Sirius with a fearful uncertain look.
It was then that he saw her long brown hair tied into a pony tail and stretched down her back, ending at the tops of her thighs. She was obviously a teenager with fine features and soft pale undamaged skin. As he took in her attire of a wide neck shirt that draped off of one shoulder, jean shorts and shiny black leather thigh highs with sneakers; her look was apparent.
He hadn't been to Earth since before he joined the core but he understood the style immediately. It was more of a 21st century Earth look, very vintage, but Earth nonetheless. The girl stuck out like a sore thumb and it was obvious she was a long way from home.
Vosque watched the girl try to petition Sirius for help to which she obviously received none; instead he dragged her back into the middle of the room when she tried to stand in a corner. Finally Sirius stood behind the girl and grasped her shoulders in a firm yet light grip and walked her forward.
Her tiny sneakered feet had no choice but to comply; it was either move forward or fall. He was uncertain of her age and honestly didn't care. She was too shy to be a whore; whores would normally showcase themselves. She too unwilling to a slave; she would have been broken of her will long ago. Judging by her attire and demeanor she was a lost little thing. Yes she was lost, how cute.
He brought his gloved hand to his brown goatee and rubbed it back and forth, undoubtedly Sirius was trying to make up for his folly. He picked the right way to repent. He then cut his eyes to the Volus; business before pleasure. It would scare the girl to death but that was the least of his concerns.
"Put our Volus friend out of his misery. No need to prolong it."
He then shifted his gaze to the girl in front of him and ran his eyes up and down her tiny frame, "I'm interested in other things at the moment."
His mercenary underling placed a pulse pistol at the back of the struggling Volus's head who was desperately trying to get away. He watched the tiny girl fret and look as if she would hyperventilate. The whole scene was upsetting her; obviously she had never seen anyone die before. If she fainted before he got to have her that would be no fun. He could trust his men to get the job done.
Vosque sat back and threw his feet back on the table, "Hold your fire. Take him outside and get rid of him there." His mercenary immediately holstered his weapon and dragged the Volus from the room without hesitation.
When all was quiet the brown haired angel had tears in her eyes.
"And what are you doing here pretty thing? The only ones that come to me are either contracting for jobs or asking for favors. You don't seem like you have stomach or the credits for either."
He watched her swallow hard as she tried to wipe the tears from her face, "I need help! Batarians are after me and they want to sell me. You have to help!"
He looked to Sirius behind her for answers who replied, "Rek'loh's people were after her."
Well that was interesting. If that was the case, the girl didn't know how lucky she was to have made it this far. But her problems didn't concern him. To be honest if Rek'loh found out the girl was under his care he would offer him a hefty price for her rather than be stupid enough to put up a fight for her. But either way things were bad; for her. But she had managed to peak his interest.
Vosque quirked an eyebrow, "I don't HAVE to do anything. You're the one in a bad position not me. The real question is what are you going to give me if I help you? I'll be frank, you have no money to pay me for a real job, so what do you intend to do for me as payment?"
The girl shifted back and forth and bit her lip. Then suddenly her confusion gave way to the realization of what was being asked of her and she tried to back away. Only his Turian Commander's grasp kept her from doing so.
"But all you have to do is take me home! That's it. It's that easy! This isn't fair!"
He had to spell it out for her.
"Look little girl, I have little tolerance for bullshit and last thing I do is beat around the bush. What you want isn't that simple. Rek'loh and his men are no run of the mill skin traders. They are slavers first and mercs second. They're good at what they do for a reason. They'll put you in one of their slave training camps on Khar'Shan and teach you the real meaning of submission. You'll be passed around to any Batarian that'll have you so you'll be taught to be taken without a fight. Or maybe they'll just use your mouth to keep you nice and tight while you still learn how to please a man. And if you're virgin they'll sell you to highest fucking bidder to anyone that wants to see it taken from you in the most depraved way possible. Or maybe they'll sell you quietly to an alien that looks like something from your nightmares to use you however he or she likes."
She looked terrified as he spoke; good, she should be scared. He was telling her the truth. To be honest, he had sold quite a few girls to the Batarians and never gave it a second thought. Even when he saw the camps he didn't care. He didn't know the women personally so he felt nothing. But this one he wanted to himself.
He waited until it all sunk in and then said, "That's what awaits you. But you can change all that." Danar watched the young brunette wait on baited breath to hear more.
He continued, "That's why I stated what you want isn't that simple. You need protection and what I charge for the average body guard mission with one of my lower level mercenaries is 10,000 credits. Furthermore you need room and board for your stay with us which is another expense. Then we need to pay the proper people to secure you safe passage to your home world, another expense. The total expense for such a venture is 50,000 credits as a fair estimate. You're expecting me to eat that cost and help you just because you're a lost human girl. That's not going to happen. Ever. So are you willing to give me what I want in return for helping you is the question here."
The brunette angel dropped her eyes to the ground and gave no response. He was getting annoyed. "Sirius, release the girl." The girl brought her eyes back up to his own and then he pointed to the door behind her. "Leave."
Her eyes widened and tears began anew, "Wait! You didn't give me a chance." Then she dropped her eyes to the ground again, "I'll do it because I want to get home and I don't stand a chance on my own. But…I still think this is wrong."
Danar rolled his eyes; considering what he was about to do she could show a bit more gratitude than that. He could have easily sent her on her way or given her to Rek'loh for a "finder's fee." He knew he wasn't a bad looking guy either; he was good looking, in his mid 30s and in amazing shape, she could do far worse. Even if she was afraid she was still being an ungrateful bitch.
He looked over at Ashira who was sitting on nearby dining room table. Plates of food were still on one side since they forced out the residing family while they were in the middle of dinner. The beautiful Asari had her knees pulled to her chest and her criss-crossed arms rested over her knees in a relaxed manner. She had her face almost tucked behind her knees and only her eyes could be seen. The Blue Suns leader could see her eyes gleaming with sadistic glee over the girl's plight and her knees only hid a smirk of equal expression. She was the perfect one.
"Ashira, check the girl." The gorgeous Asari looked at him with surprise and then gratitude as she slid off of the table. Her tight lithe form was clad in a blue leather suit with a key hole opening in the chest area, exposing her cleavage. She pranced over to the beautiful girl with a dancer's grace and an aching slowness. Her soft blue skin shining under the lights with her blue eyes matching her skin tone.
A sweet smile full of pearly white teeth was presented to the girl who didn't understand the mock smile or its relevance. Sirius slowly backed away from the girl to watch in a corner as Ashira brought her hand forward and her graceful fingers rubbed the girl's face. She seemed grateful for the touch and pushed her face in Ashira's hand; seeping into the gentle contact since she had experienced such constant harshness. Ashira suddenly swung the girl around and brought a strong arm across her windpipe causing her to gasp and her eyes to tear.
Ronin struggled lightly and gave up when she realized the Asari was tightening her grip when she struggled. If she didn't struggle the Asari didn't press down and she could breathe easily. She felt the stiffness of the Asari's nipples poking through her thin leather garment and rubbing against her back.
She jumped lightly as the Asari mercenary called Asari planted a soft kiss of imitated affection on her cheek. A warm feeling burned over her suddenly and she was certain her body had turned completely red with embarrassment. Her body tensed underneath Ashira's attention and she immediately heard the domineering woman chuckle in her ear.
Light blue hands suddenly brushed her neck and then they ran down to her small breasts. Persistent yet feminine finger tips tugged at her nipples through her cotton shirt. Ronin held her breathe as new sensations she never felt ran over her. The Asari whispered something she did not understand in her native tongue and brought her lips down to the vein pulsing underneath her neck from behind.
The Asari sucked on her neck sensually and tongued the sensitive vein. No pain just pleasure. Ronin closed her eyes as she felt her panties dampen and she wanted be in the Asari's arms forever.
Then suddenly there was a cold breeze across her breasts. A startled Ronin opened her eyes. The Asari had lifted her shirt! Her pale pink nipples glowed in the dull light of the room against her pale skin. She had forgotten herself in her euphoria. The room was full of men; Blue Suns mercenaries were everywhere and all eyes were glued on them.
A wave of embarrassment and fear overtook her and she made a move to cover herself. But the Asari beat her to it; like knew what she was thinking. Suddenly the sensual pulls changed and Ashira began twisting her nipples cruelly. Ronin reached up and threw her hands over Ashira's and squirmed in pain; her attempt to ease the pain and cover herself at the time.
"Be still, little thing. Drop your hands and be a good girl.,", Ashira whispered in her ear.
Ronin immediately complied and felt the Asari's grip turn gentle again. Her blue fingers pulled her sensitive nipples to hardness again and she immediately forgot where she was. Her small chest exposed to the world and the quiet silence of the mercenaries watching the seductive scene. Then she felt Ashira slide her hands from her breasts and down her taut stomach to her jean shorts. The Asari mercenary made quick work of the top button and proceeded to unzip them.
Ashira positioned her head over her shoulder so she could watch her movements with ease. When Ronin tried to protest the Asari mercenary turned her head and one hard look was enough to shut her up. With her cold sapphire blue eyes staring her down, Ronin looked away to signal her submission. She could almost feel the Asari smile although she could not see her and was too embarrassed to look at the men surrounding them. With her jeans open, Ashira started to rub her tight belly with both hands.
"ENOUGH ASHIRA!", A loud intimidating voice said from no where. It made her jump and her large brown eyes went from the ground to the direction of the voice.
Danar Vosque sat on the couch with his filthy boots still on glass coffee table. His face held a mix of amusement and irritation. "I told you to check the girl. Not fuck her."
Ashira gave a patronizing giggle and said nothing. Instead she brought her pointer and index finger to her mouth. To Ronin's surprise the alien woman didn't suck the digits like she expected or saw in movies. She merely allowed her own saliva to drip down on her blue fingers and then dropped the other hand down into her jean shorts to pull open her panties.
Ronin immediately started to try and squirm away. She couldn't let her! Ashira then wrapped her arm across her waist to keep her in place. She was no match for her; her arm was like steel. Dear Gods how could a woman be so strong! It was frightening to her how powerful the Asari was. No matter how hard she struggled the Asari didn't budge, and seemed as if she were more interested in adequately coating her fingers than her struggles. She didn't even look her direction.
Suddenly the Asari seemed satisfied and pulled her fingers from her mouth. The teenager watched the Asari bring her fingers down to her nether regions. Ronin grabbed both of the Asari's arms with all her strength but it did not good. Strong fingers grabbed her face firmly and turned her head.
A delicious yet demanding tongue forced its way past her lips. She closed her eyes as the Asari's tongue explored her mouth and seeked out her tongue. It prodded her own and forced it to come to life under her ministrations. Ronin felt her breathing increase while she became wetter from her ordeal.
She didn't understand how or why she could be turned on by such humiliating circumstances. Furthermore, she had never kissed a woman before or even thought about it. She didn't understand why she was so warm right now. Suddenly her eyes shot open when she felt the Asari's two fingers slip into her. Eventhough she was wet, her tightness provided difficulty for the Asari.
Her large brown eyes focused on Ashira's; her eyes fully open with an eerie calmness. She gasped slightly in her mouth as Ashira forced her fingers in deeper and found a sensitive area inside her she never knew existed. Her wetness slid down the Asari's fingers making them even more saturated. Ashira slammed her fingers upward making her squeal and she had to hang onto the Asari for balance. The Asari only stopped when she met a thin layer of skin and then she removed her fingers. She wasn't sure how to feel. The loss of the pleasurable feeling made her feel oddly empty yet she was happy she was no longer being used in such an ill fashion. The Asari immediately released her and stepped away; the warmth of her body suddenly robbed from her. "She's a virgin Vosque."
"Good. We definitely have a deal now. Take the girl to my quarters immediately Ashira."

Tali'Zorah groaned in frustration, "That's the third failure today!"
She and a dozen Cerberus and Quarian scientists and researchers had been working around the clock to create the serum and the placebo for the colony invasions. Although the Geth had given them the instructions on how to make the serum, formulating it to organics without severe side effects was still a problem.
"Well this isn't something we can rush! We don't have enough time for this! I mean I hate to say it that way but it's the truth! People could die.", one of the head researchers replied.
Shepard had decided it was more productive to have split up tasks. The Ex-Commander decided Legion would give the components of the Reaper paralysis serum to the Quarian and Ceberus scientists since their understanding of organic physiology was greater than that of the Geth. The Geth would cease all preparations for Wrex's war against the Citadel since she had given her word against it. The Geth would instead split their work force and continue to build the new apartments and buildings needed for the arrival of the new human women with the Krogan. The other half would construct the paralysis weapons needed for colony invasion.
"Well what new developments are there in the research?", Tali asked.
"That a dose too strong could paralyze a human for life and not enough will paralysis them for a few minutes at a time rendering the whole purpose of the serum pointless."
"Hmmm. So the real issue is finding the correct measurement needed to make the plan succeed without disastrous consequences."
Tali sighed angrily and looked around the weary faces surrounding her. Everyone was functioning on sheer will power alone. They hadn't slept in nearly 28 hours, standard time for this part of space, and everyone was running on empty.
"That's enough for today. It's very late and we need sleep. We'll resume in the morning."
A few assistants remained to clean the lab while she walked to the stock room in the back. The room was full of shelves and medical equipment. Portable lasers on wheels with mobile arms were everywhere; all for different uses but ready to serve their purpose. Tali pulled her omnipad off her thigh to finish one last task before she called it a night. She could hear people leaving the lab as she took an inventory of supplies.
"Tali, are you coming out with us?", a voice said from behind.
Tali jumped and turned to see the Chief of Staff behind her. A human far too young compared to her race. Humans lived much longer these days with revolutionary medicine and genetic engineering. Most humans lived to their early 100s now without all the medical problems of the past. Sometimes sickness like cancer could not be helped, but as a majority humans were very healthy. Even so, their life spans very rarely passed their average age of morality. Tali tsked a little. Quarians lived till their mid hundreds without any pangs of aging. How sad. He was quite good-looking by his species standards.
"I didn't mean to scare you.", the Chief of Staff said.
Tali sighing in relief and said, "Michael, you startled me. What were you saying?"
He rubbed his hand through his thick brown hair; it was slicked back with sometime of petroleum grease to keep it in place.
He smiled wide showing off his pearly white teeth and pointed over his shoulder, "A bunch of us are going to Nexxus. I know we've been up for a while but some of us have insomnia. Work will do that. The night is still young and you never go out and enjoy yourself."
Everyone on New Tuchanka knew what Nexxus was. It was located in the Quarian district and it was easily the hottest club on the planet. Every Quarian with spare time after work frequented Nexxus. Shuttles to and from that part of the city ran on the hour but some that cared to remain partially sober could fly themselves over.
The club served drinks but only because of the Krogan and human scientists that frequented them. Although Quarians couldn't drink like everyone else, they still liked to have a good time. The best music was always played there and she often wished she could go. But in all honesty, she was tired and there was too much to be done.
"Oh no, I have too much work to do. But thank you for the invitation, another time Michael. , Tali said regretfully.
It puzzled her when he put on a defeated smile and said, "Okay Tali. Another time."
Hmmmm. I must be imagining things she thought to herself before she went back to her inventory.
It was late when the meeting concluded with the Cerberus scientist. Nova could just barely make out her distorted reflection in the guard's armor. Her eyes wondered to Krogans flanking her and Miranda. As she thought about the old Krogans around her, she sighed inwardly. She would have to appoint her own guard. It's not that she didn't trust Wrex, she just wanted guards of her own choosing. Besides she found younger Krogans….interesting as of late. Maybe a human man or two should be in her guard. But where to find one that a soldier was the real question; the human men around were scientists. How frustrating. Usually she only had eyes for Wrex. But since her pregnancy, she found her eyes and thoughts wondering. Her blue eyes narrowed to watch Miranda out of the corner of her eyes. Her large breasts moving slightly in her white Ceberus suit. Hmmm…she swore after the catastrophe before she would never look at Miranda in a sexual way again. But for some reason her body told her different.
When they rounded the corner, there was suddenly a commotion. The three guards in front of her had closed ranks and an argument had ensued. She couldn't see past their 7 foot tall frames and she felt irritation brew inside her. The voice vaguely sounded familiar and it caused her to pause.
"Miranda does that sound like…"
Miranda looked skyward as if trying to pull the information from above and then she snorted in confirmation. She crossed her arms firmly across her full bust and said, "It sure does. It's him without a doubt."
Nova yelled behind her Krogan guards, "STAND ASIDE." Her stern words caused the argument to die immediately. The head of her guard didn't turn around, "But Khahana we don't him."
"I know him. Now do as I say."
Her guards departed and a very pissed off Verren stood in a fighting stance; ready to defend himself if need be.
"There's nothing to worry about Verren. Why are you here?"
The young Urdnot visibly relaxed and dropped his fist slowly before he menacingly eyed her guard. Then he took advantage of her order and immediately slammed his hard ridged forehead into the guard that had given him the most trouble; their foreheads caught in a head butting match. The older stronger Krogan didn't budge but a growl escaped him.
"I told you I knew the Khahana.", Verren hissed.
"Fuck you brat! You're no better than the younglings the bitches pop out. I should fucking skin you alive! No one comes near the Khahana except her slave girls and the Khahan's own fucking blood. It's the Khahan's orders."
Nova yelled in a forceful voice, "Enough! No one's orders supersede mine in the Khahan's absence. Both of you will stand down immediately and Verren will tell me why he's here."
Both Krogans immediately parted but continued to give each a death glare. Varren then cast his gaze to her," I heard the news about your little slave."
Nova visibly tensed and the hands at her sides balled into fists, unsure of where he was going with this or why he even cared. She felt terrible about what happened, but she was starting to strangely feel edgy. "And what about it?"
A smirk immediately broke out on his scaly Krogan face, "It's all over the Redoubt and spreading to other Clans like wildfire. Don't fuck with the Khahana."
Nova's eyes widened but she managed to hide her shock well, "Really?"
Verren quirked an eyebrow, "Krogan are not like those fucking pussies on the Citadel. You're the Khahana and you put your slave in her place. A few broken bones will do her some good. She'll learn not to touch her mistress without permission."
Nova was speechless as Verren continued, "You had me worried for a while. Well it's not just me, all the Krogan were worried. All those years in isolation on Earth; we were afraid it made you soft. Happy to hear you've still got some salt to you."
Nova crossed her arms over her large chest and a hard expression replaced her shock, "Let's get one thing straight. I've NEVER been soft. I just don't believe in unnecessary violence. What happened to Raina was a mistake. My pregnancy hormones gave me a serve mood swing and Raina was just in the wrong place at the wrong time." She left out that it was going get worse and frankly she preferred not to think about it.
Miranda suddenly asked a very good question, "How did you know anyway?"
Verren stated, "Wreav told me and few other Krogan and it just spread from there."
Miranda face turned red with anger, "OH he would! That overgrown child. He can't keep a secret to save his life. You wait till I get home. There's going to be hell to pay."
Verren gave her a perplexed look, "Regardless of his intention, he did Nova a favor and with her coronation coming up she needs all the help she could get. Besides, does Wreav really let you have your run of the house like that? He doesn't seem the type."
Nova interjected; suddenly an idea had occurred to her. "Wreav and Miranda's relationship is none of your business Verren. And I will agree that the whole situation was serendipitous. To be honest, I'm glad you're here because I was going to call for you. In a month, the mercenary groups will arrive. I've spoken to the Khahan and he explained why you were top choice to accompany him on his Citadel excision. You've shown great loyalty to the him and shown great battle prowess and a niche for strategy. The Khahan and I would like to give you your own team for one of the missions to extract human women. Your team will assist the mercs. Do you accept?"
Verren looked shocked and then slammed his fist over his armor, "Yes Khahana. It would be an honor to serve you and the Khahan again."
Nova gave a half nod, "Good. Now carry on." She then side-stepped him and made her way down the hall.

The sound of electronic music thumped in Michael's ears. Nexxus was crowded tonight which was unsurprising. It was the end of the work week for most. He was with two of his staff and three Quarians colleagues. They were on the second level of the club that over looked the dance floor. The club consisted of multiple floors and elevated dancing platforms. An array of colored laser lights from above flickered in sequence with the music. Quarians danced on a crowded dance floor with a few humans sprinkled into the crowd. A table of four Krogan nearly broke their necks as they watched a Quarian woman walk by with a lot of bounce in the right places.
He was puzzled as to why they were there since Krogan didn't dance at all. But then again it was probably for a strong drink, a change of scenery and to watch Quarian women dance. Not that he blamed them.
Michael sipped his drink as he watched a Quarian woman dance on a nearby platform. He couldn't help but be transfixed. He had danced with Human women and Asaris alike especially before he joined Cerberus. And he could easily attest to the fact that no race of woman could move like a Quarian. They were like goddesses underwater; their fluidity was that exceptional.
A tight suit left nothing to the imagination. A breathing mask with blue glass hid an undoubtedly beautiful face as she rolled her head sensually to the music.
She twisted her hands above her head and a blue laser light cascaded over her body, illuminating her tiny waist and exaggerated hips. Her suit was made from a thick shiny leather, which slightly resembled rubber to him. Anyone watching could easily see the swell of her breasts and the outline of her pussy. The Quarian rotated her hips on a salacious angle before twirling around gracefully with a god-given sense of rhythm. He could easily see her round bottom from where he stood and it made him think of Tali. How long had he stared at her from behind before he said something?
Tali was an amazing woman and he was madly in love with her. She was hands down the smartest woman he had ever met in his life and her gorgeous body was only a bonus. He really wanted to get to know her, but he was unsure of how to go about it. Even if he told her his true feelings, where could they go with it? They couldn't have sex, could they? He shook his head, of course not. Quarians had such weak immune systems, there was no way he could have sex with her without making her deathly ill. He was certain if there was a way for Quarians to couple outside of their suits they would have thought of it by now. But they had to have sex and procreate somehow. Maybe he could ask a Quarian friend; it would have to be someone he trusted and definitely male. But even if by some miracle he could have sex with Tali, there was no guarantee Tali would even agree to see him on romantic terms from the start.
Suddenly he didn't feel like being there anymore and he parted ways with his friends. He walked out of Nexxus and into New Tuchanka's warm night air. For fucks sake, even at night this planet was hot. Two full moons boldly lit up the night sky and bright stars blanketed the sky. He walked down three steps and headed down the street. At least three dozen Quarians were walking under street lights and Geth patrolled everywhere. Metal sky scrapers loomed over his head with bright lights from windows lighting up their surface. Bright red lights on the top of the tallest sky scrapers provided easy visibility for pilots. The sounds of crafts flying over his head made it hard to think. There was a lot of noise in this part of the city, thankfully he didn't live here.
He dug his hands into his black pants pockets as his foots steps echoed on the metal street below him. A 5 minute walk and he was at the shuttle station. A Geth gave a quick retina scan which was customary for security purposes and moved aside to let him in. He had nothing to worry about. The Geth were connected to New Tuchanka's data banks and as Chief of Staff he had clearance to go anywhere on the planet without permission.
The shuttles were running every hour and at this point he only had to wait 10 minutes until the next arrival. A group of Krogan hopped on a shuttle heading the opposite direction, undoubtedly back to their Redoubt. They were heading East and he was heading West. The Krogan Redoubts were on Residential side of New Tuchanka which was nowhere near here.
His building complex was guarded by Geth who took another retina scan upon his arrival. Inside his apartment, Michael hung his coat on a hook next to the door. He lived close to his job in a special building on the commercial side of New Tuchanka. Since it was so far from the Krogan Redoubts, the area was heavily populated with Quarian. This was their district after all. A few Krogans worked there, but not many.
His complex was comprised of only humans and harbored the Cerberus scientists for now. It was a really nice building with a cafeteria, fitness center, and a lounge. There were no stores on New Tuchanka as there was no need. When you wanted something, you merely ordered it through your Omnipad and it arrived in an hour or so. Food, wine, clothing, electronics, holovids, you name it. They were in plentiful stock since Vorcha and mercenary groups were always importing cargo. And then they would export food grown on New Tuchanka to Citadel space for a heavy profit.
Despite the cafeteria, all the apartments had a full kitchen in case you wanted to cook or eat after the cafeteria had closed. Food shipments arrived every month with an allotted food amount courtesy of New Tuchanka. However anything extra had to be purchased with your own money. The Krogan had offered to build a brothel for their building, but they declined since it wasn't needed. All the Cebereus doctor's had been given slaves, all sterile, since they started this venture three years ago. He knew friends that had as many as three slaves. But he wasn't a greedy man; he could keep his lust confined to one woman, especially while he waited for Tali.
Almost on queue, his slave girl Marta walked into the room dressed in a brown silk gown. She had her dark wavy hair draped over one shoulder. She downcast her eyes as a sign of respect and gave a curt bow of her head.
She clasped her hands gracefully in front of her and said, "Hello Master. How was your day?"
Michael smiled inside; she was a good slave and not a little girl either. Marta was older than him as she was in her late 40s. Even still she was a beautiful woman that had aged well. Older slave women were hard to come by since most of them died at a young age. Other times, the Batarians sent them off to work as slave labor in the mines when they felt they lost their value and sex appeal. Whatever Batarian decided to keep Marta in circulation, made a very wise choice. She was truly a gem.
"It was fine Marta. I feel like a bath tonight. Draw me one."
Marta didn't look up, "Right away Master. And I wasn't sure when you would be home or if you'd be hungry, so I made a light salad. Would you like some while I draw your bath?"
He cocked his head to the side, come to think of it he was hungry and he had been drinking quite a bit tonight. "Alright. Make me a bowl and then get started on my bath."
When she turned to leave the room, he thought about how much he wanted Tali and how much imagination he was going to need to turn Marta into her for the night.
Michael couldn't wait anymore, not even to talk to a friend. He had been in love with Tali for almost three years but never had the nerve tell to her. All these years of inviting her out with a group of friends only to have her decline, all the years of carefully placed smiles and his attempts to strike up private conversation had proved fruitless. Any discussion ended in a professional scientific exchange. Either Tali was clueless or she wasn't interested. He had to know.
Michael sat on his couch and flared his omni-tool.
"Link to Tali'Zorah", he instructed.
After a few seconds, Tali's two toned voice buzzed through his omni-tool, "Hello. Tali'Zorah speaking."
"Tali, it's Michael."
"I know who it is. Is there something wrong? Did something happen at the lab?", she asked fearfully.
Michael sighed in irritation, did this woman think about anything but work? He should invite her over to talk. No interruptions from work, just time to talk and unwind.
"I need to talk to you Tali. It's very important. Come over and we'll talk it over."
"And it can't wait till morning? I just got back from the lab and I'm quite tired, Michael."
"I could go to your place if you like?"
Tali grew silent and Michael immediately withdrew his offer, "Or not."
"No, no you can come over. Let's just be mindful there's a lot of work to be done tomorrow."
A huge smile formed on his face. He would walk to Tali's place. "Great. I'll be there in 10 minutes.
Vosque smirked and cocked his head to the side knowing his prize was safe. He could hear the Bartarians busting in doors, searching for the girl as they got closer and closer. Suddenly the noise died down when they came to the wing of apartments the Blue Suns had taken over. They knew better than to come in here guns blazing. Almost on queue a noticeably rookie Batarian slaver was brought in. Vosque gave instructions that only one man was to be allowed in; that would be enough for negotiations.
A Batarian mercenary gave a curt nod of respect and got straight to the point, "We're looking for young human girl in her teen years with brown hair and brown eyes."
Vosque wanted to get his over with, "I think you know I have her."
"We were hoping our sources were wrong about that but it appears they were reliable. How much do you want for the girl?"
"I'm not selling. I have decided to take the girl for myself."
"She can't pay for your services. We are prepared to offer 45% of the girl's worth as a finder's fee."
Vosque laughed slightly, "That's a generous offer but I'm not interested. And the girl has plenty of currency between her legs. Isn't that why you want her to begin with?"
The Batarian blinked his four eyes in disbelief at the blatant rejection. No one rejected Rek'Loh. No one. "Its in your best interest to hand the girl over and take the money. It's not wise to piss off Rek'Loh."
The handsome human leaned his head forward as if he was straining to hear, "What was that?! What the FUCK did you just say to me? I ought to cut your god damn tongue out of your mouth."
The Batarian seemed a bit uncertain now and Vosque was annoyed. "Sirius, get Rek'loh on the com system now."
The Batarain underling seemed like he was sweating suddenly but remained silent. When Sirius was done with the task, a holo-vid of Rek'Loh was beamed in the middle of the floor.
Vosque didn't waste any time, "So you think its in my best interest not to piss you off."
Rek'Loh seemed blindsided, "Not sure what you mean."
Vosque motioned to the frightened Batarain behind the holo-vid, "Well according to this one, it's in my best interest to now piss you off. I want to know if you told him that."
The Batarian slaver seemed genuinely nervous, "Definitely not. I have more respect than that. He's only been with us a few months Vosque."
Danar ignored the explanation and veiled plea, "Well since you have respect and he doesn't, you won't mind me teaching him some."
Suddenly Vosque drew his side arm and shot the Batarian through his head.
As the Batarian's body dropped to the floor, Rek'Loh muttered under his breathe, "Poor bastard."
Vosque holstered his side arm and said, "The girl is mine. You're going to stop looking for her and no matter where she goes you won't engage her. As a matter of fact, you're going to spread the word so no one else you know gets any ideas."
The alien's face tensed with frustration, but he wasn't stupid enough to voice it. "Have it your way Vosque. What do we do with the other kid?"
"Other kid? The girl is under the impression that you killed all her friends."
"All except for one. We left one alive after the girl got away. We needed info on her usual habits in case she got off world."
Vosque shrugged, "I have no use for him."
"I'm going to rid of him. He's seen too much. Knows too much."
Vosque got to his feet, "Don't blame you. I'd do the same."
There was no need for pleasantries. Vosque motioned for the feed to be cut immediately as he turned toward Sirius, "I don't want to be interrupted. You can handle everything in my absence."
Sirius smiled, "Understood. Have fun sir."

Vosque had chosen the master bedroom of the seized apartment; much to his taste and liking. In his eyes if it was worth the trouble, it might as well be the best. Ronin shivered as she lie naked underneath Vosque's sheets. Her tiny flawless breasts appeared to be small mountains encased in white silk. A half naked Danar wrapped an arm around her tiny waist as she tried to roll away from him. His grip only tightened causing her to fall into a spooning position. Something hard was pressing into her tender but firm bottom from behind but she didn't have the guts to voice her dismay. She knew what it was, she had felt one before. Under far more innocent circumstances, heavy making out was the culprit and then first base. Letting her boyfriend go up her shirt was enough for her and nothing more.
Ronin felt Vosque run his hand over her exposed silk covered side and gave her hip a light squeeze. She shivered as he smelled her long glossy brunette hair. She owed its light floral scent to the body wash she used when he made her shower. Apparently it belonged to a young Asari. The same one that gave her a death glare when Sirius ordered the blue beauty to dress immediately and leave the room.
Ronin shook nervously as Vosque's rough hands continued to wonder over her sheet covered frame. "I can't believe you're a virgin. You never had a boyfriend before?"
Ronin closed her wide brown eyes and tried to calm her shaking, "Of course I have. We just don't do that. I'm not ready."
He hissed in frustration as he felt his felt hardened cock fill with even more blood; it's thick 7 ½ inches pulsating in his boxers. He liked this girl quite a bit; she was old enough to know better but young enough to mold. Maybe he should make her his, permanently. But how to do that and not go back on his deal was the question. Not that he cared about lying, he lied often. But if she was his, she would be easier to control if she didn't feel…trapped.
Vosque whispered in her ear honestly, "I like you, you know. I don't see sweet things like you out here. It's the way of the world out here. No law. No rights. Sweet things like you don't have a chance. By the time they get to me their either hard as nails or so afraid of their own shadow they might as well be insane. Pieces of broken women. But you…", he trailed off.
He smelled her hair again and rubbed his thickness against her backside. Then suddenly the world began to spiral as Ronin was roughly spun from her side to her back. Vosque climbed on top of her and her hands came up to push on his muscular chest. Vosque lowered his head down to her pearly pink nipple and took it into his mouth. He heard her gasp sharply and squirm lightly as he suckled her nipple. He tongued her nipple between his hard deliberate sucking and caused her to shake a little. His eyes had been fixated on a mirror across the room and he briefly looked up to see her eyes closed and her mouth formed into a tight o of bliss. In his experience nipples were always sensitive, especially in girls without much experience.
She shivered underneath him and he took the opportunity to slide the head of his cock into her tiny pussy. She gasped and tears began to stream from her soft brown eyes which only made him want to tear into her. But he didn't want to hurt her, not in that way, he knew he was hurting her already. He slid into her inch by inch making her to whine quietly and pinch her eyes together. Fuck she was tight; he could barely get it inside. Tears slid from the corners of her eyes, and he came to her hymen. He pressed his cock head against the thin length of skin and gave one small push. Blood came almost instantly and soaked the sheets beneath her as he smiled triumphantly.
She pinched her eyes tighter and gave an ear piercing squeak. "It hurts.", she cried softly in his arms.
He was still and held her there; she was his little one now. He whispered his thoughts, "I know. That's just how it is. You're body will get used to it. Fuck you're tighter than I thought."
Ronin's tightly closed eyes slowly opened and her large brown eyes were coated with tears. In Vosque's eyes, a girl never looked so beautiful. He watched her swallow thickly and he lowered his top half onto hers. He did his best not to crush her and he could literally feel her heart thumping against his chest. He slid into her again and ignored her cries that it burned and lifted her hips slightly off the bed, desperate to find her spot. He was patient and slowly her cries gave way to heavy breathing between soft moans.
Ronin wiggled beneath him and as her virgin walls clung to his cock. He tried desperately to keep control and keep his strokes soft but deliberate. He had deflowered virgins before but none this enticing. He felt her tiny hand reach out and hold his hard biceps as he fucked her gently but deep and watched eyebrows furrow in wonder, fear, and ecstasy. Vosque smirked when he felt her tiny thighs instinctively wrap around him. When he felt her walls tighten around him, it took every ounce of his strength not to cum with her. She had a long night ahead of her and he wasn't even close to cumming. But he would make she had her fill.
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