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Slaves of Cerberus	By : NakedOwlMan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 138070 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Stepping off the lift at Deck 3, Kelly passed by several crewmembers in Cerberus uniforms. They waved and gave her a friendly greeting, which Kelly hesitantly returned.

Do these people even know what's going on up above them? she thought, as she made her way to the medbay. Do they realize what sort of sick people are giving them orders? She thought about the pilot Erin, who seemed so friendly and assured that she was making the right choice in joining up with Cerberus. Did she know that the people she was working with were running their own personal sex dungeon up on the top deck?

Well, even if she and the rest of the crew weren't aware, Kelly wasn't about to start trying to tell them. From her previous tenure on this ship, she knew that there were monitoring devices all over every deck. And while the Alliance might have removed some of them when they repurposed the Cerberus-built vessel for their own navy, Kelly knew she couldn't take any chances. She'd play the part of the smiling, friendly comrade, and not show them a second of insubordination. For Sam's sake, if nothing else.

As she stepped into the medbay, she saw a man in a long white coat and Cerberus uniform administering to a moaning, beaten-looking crewmember. The slim man looked up as Kelly entered, and gave her a thin-lipped smile. "Be with you in just a moment," he said, his voice high and with a friendliness that was obviously affected.

Kelly stood and waited as the doctor gripped onto the crewman's lower leg with both hands. With a sharp motion, he snapped the man's bone back into place, and the crewman cried out in agony. Reaching to a nearby medical table, the doctor grabbed a syringe and injected it into the moaning man's neck. Soon, the patient's cries were stifled, as he drifted away into unconsciousness.

"Poor sap," the doctor observed, before turning his attention to Kelly. "A word of advice, Miss Chambers: do try to stay in the good graces of our security chief. Miss Lezayen is... rather unpleasant when she's angry."

"You know who I am?" Kelly asked.

The doctor nodded. "Of course. We've been looking forward to you joining us, Miss Chambers. Those of us like myself, who were around for Cerberus's earlier, less-successful incarnation, remember you quite fondly." Seeing Kelly's confused stare, he adjusted his glasses before extending a hand. "Ah, but you don't remember me. Dr. Ruben Henneman."

She shook his hand tentatively. "Sorry, I didn't..."

"Quite alright, miss," Henneman assured her. "Back in those days, I was more involved in field work. A waste of my considerable talents that the new ladies in charge of this organization have rectified quite agreeably." He shook his head. "But I digress. Back then, I believe we only met once or twice, but you always seemed quite pleasant. I only hope that the circumstances of your recruitment haven't soured you on this new incarnation of Cerberus too terribly."

Kelly took a deep breath, trying her best to stifle her anger. "So you know about why I'm here?"

"All too well, I'm afraid," Henneman said, putting on a phony expression of sympathy for Kelly's situation. "My superiors wanted to make quite sure you would be part of our team going forward. Enough to take some... drastic measures to assure your cooperation, it seems. But I wouldn't worry too terribly. Unlike the previous man in charge, Miss Brooks and Commander Shepard aren't the type to execute loyal members of our organization. If you perform the tasks assigned to you and show no signs of dissent, you will be well taken care of as a member of Cerberus."

Kelly wondered if this man knew the extent of what perversions were going on up on the top deck, and what sort of tasks the fake Shepard and Brooks were assigning to her. But per her previous decision, she said nothing.

"Ah, but before you officially become one of us, I wanted to do a complete physical examination," Henneman said. "Check for any outstanding medical issues, that sort of thing. So, if you would please disrobe for me, we can begin."

Taking a glance out of the medbay windows, and seeing crew members idling in the mess hall outside, Kelly hesitated for a second. With the sick goings-on she'd seen so far, she wondered how thorough Henneman's "examination" would go.

Begrudgingly, though, she eventually laid her datapad down nearby and started pulling off her uniform shirt.

But as she was about ready to remove the garment, she heard Henneman let out a slimy little laugh. "I'm sorry, Miss Chambers," he said, putting a hand on her arm to prevent her from completely removing her top. "My poor attempt at a joke, I'm afraid. Not all of us on this ship are like Miss Lezayen and her team of lesbian molesters." Stepping over to his desk, Henneman pulled out a small hand scanner. "I just need to sweep you for any bugs or tracking devices. The scanner works through clothing, so you can remain as you are."

Kelly forced a smile to her face, trying her best to look amused at Henneman's "joke." The doctor began pacing around Kelly as she stood in place, and his device emitted a low hum as he ran it up and down Kelly's body. "So, appears you didn't get one of the Alliance's tracking chips installed," Henneman observed, as he waved his scanner around Kelly's lower back area.

"Starting to regret that now," Kelly let slip.

"It wouldn't have done you much good, I'm afraid," Henneman said, as he continued his scan. "The operation to remove the chip is a delicate one, yes, but one that I am quite capable of performing. It would have been a matter of less than an hour for me to remove it on my operating table," he gestured to a piece of furniture nearby, outfitted with straps to hold a patient in place. "You and I aren't the only... heh... second-timers around here, after all. My girlfriend back at home base, for example. She had that foolish chip implanted. I did the operation on her myself when she came back to us."

Finishing his scan, Henneman laid the device back on his desk, and then retrieved a small, framed picture from his desk. He showed it to Kelly with a proud smile. "Don't suppose you remember her from your previous tenure with us?"

Kelly stared at the picture, and then shook her head. "No, sorry."

"A wonderful woman," Henneman said. "I know that your first impressions of our organization might have been negative, Miss Chambers. But some of us are quite pleasant. Once we get back to home base, and you meet the rest of our team... who knows? Maybe eventually, you'll come to work with us of your own free will."

Kelly allowed herself to scoff. "I seriously doubt that's going to happen, doctor."

The weirdest look came to the man's face at her response. The sort of phony, way-too-wide smile somebody gives you when they're hiding something. "Perhaps you're right," he said. "But still... take my advice, and follow your orders. If you do that, everything will be just fine, for you and your Alliance friend."

Kelly suddenly wanted very much to be away from this man. Unlike Erin, whose friendly demeanor seemed at least somewhat genuine, Henneman's entire manner was one big show. And a fairly unconvincing one. "Well, I should be going," she said. "Brooks and... and Shepard already gave me a task to work on."

"Naturally," Henneman said with a nod. "Glad to have you onboard, Miss Chambers. And I hope I... well, that we can change your mind about Cerberus."

Quickly, Kelly stepped out of the sickbay. Right now, she really wanted to see Sam. Needed to see her face, just to get a break from all this insanity. Her eyes locked on the door opposite the medbay, Miranda's old office. If this Morgan was as high up in the Cerberus hierarchy as Kelly had assumed, chances were she was using the old XO's office as her personal quarters.

Walking over to the door, Kelly triggered the door chime. Getting no response at first, she hit it again.

"Come back later, goddamnit!" yelled out the unmistakably booming voice of Morgan on the other side of the door. "I'm a little... fucking... busy... right... fuuuuuuck!" Morgan's deep grunts and moans in between words were enough to tell Kelly that the last place she wanted to be right now was in that room. "Oh, my beautiful bitch's asshole is so damn tight tonight!"

Kelly rushed away from the door and jumped into the lift. If she couldn't see Sam right now, there was only one other place where she thought she might be relatively safe from any further traumatizing experiences. She pressed the button for deck 2, and stepped out onto the command deck once the doors slid open.

With both Brooks and the phony Shepard busy upstairs, the CIC was currently unoccupied. She took a moment to glance at her old console, where a new communications officer was currently stationed. The woman turned and nodded at her with a light smile, and Kelly returned the gesture.

On this deck, Kelly could almost pretend that things were back to normal. Other than the Cerberus logos on every bridge officer's uniform, it looked almost the same as it had when she had last served on this ship.

Walking towards the cockpit, she opened the door and called out. "Hey, Erin? Are you here?"

"Miss Crooks is currently away from the controls," said a female voice from the co-pilot's chair. The chair started to turn as its occupant spoke. "Is there something I might be able to assist you with?"

Kelly let out a shocked gasp. It wasn't possible. "EDI?" she asked. "You're alive?"

The robotic female form in the chair smiled pleasantly. "I'm sorry, my database does not contain an entry on the subject 'EDI.' Please restate your query."

"Hey, see you met my friendly co-pilot," said Erin's voice from behind Kelly. Shutting the cockpit door and stepping past Kelly, she sat down in the pilot's seat and gestured towards the metal woman next to her. "Kelly, meet Inania. Inania, this is Kelly Chambers."

"It is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Miss... Kelly... Chambers," the VI said. Now that Kelly heard more of her voice, she realized that, while it was similar to that of the AI she had met at Shepard's party three years ago, it wasn't quite the same. A programmed cheeriness filled her words that actually reminded Kelly of her conversation with Dr. Henneman not that long ago.

Erin must have noticed the stare that Kelly was giving the robot. "You okay? Don't worry, she isn't going to go rampant on us or anything like that. She's a total sweetie, honest."

"Sorry, it's just..." Kelly finally looked away from the robot. "I knew a... knew somebody who... it's complicated."

"The AI who used to run this ship, right?" Erin said. "Sorry, guess I should have warned you. After all the AIs got fried by the Crucible, Cerberus had a bunch of these AIU's lying around. Figured we might as well get some use out of them by reprogramming them with VI systems." She gave the VI a grin. "And Inania's a lot more pleasant company than most of the other folks on this ship. A damn good co-pilot, too."

"Thank you for your positive feedback on my performance, Miss... Crooks," Inania pleasantly and robotically intoned. "Your comments will be forwarded to my programmer, to let him or her know that his or her hard work is appreciated."

Erin chuckled to herself, than gestured Kelly to come over. "So, guess you had a chance to meet with the big bosses. Can't imagine that was much fun, huh?"

"It... it was fine," Kelly said, glancing warily around the cockpit. "I'm just hoping that I'm able to... to provide a service to Cerberus and..."

"Wait, hold on a second," Erin said, then suddenly started shouting. "Hey, bitches up top! You're a pair of twisted perverts, and everybody on this ship knows that you aren't the real Shepard! Oh, and screw you too, Morgan! You and your freaky lady cock!" Seeing the wide-eyed look on Kelly's face, Erin let out a high cackle. "Don't sweat it, Kelly. One little bonus my best bud Inania has is, she can disrupt the surveillance devices in the cockpit. Bosses don't hear a thing that goes on up here unless I want them to. Ain't that right, Inania?"

"You are correct, Miss... Crooks. I have been instructed to broadcast a loop of random background chatter whenever you engage in conversation with this unit, or with any other ship personnel other than Anna Shepard, Maya Brooks, or Morgan Lezayen. Would you like me to continue this protocol?" Inania said.

"Absolutely," Erin said. She gave Kelly a reassuring smile. "You can talk freely up here, Kelly. So what really happened up there?"

Kelly was still hesitant at first, but finally found she couldn't hold back any more. "It was horrible," she said, sitting down on the edge of the metal ledges leading up to Erin's console. "They have the real Shepard and Liara up there, and they're treating them like... like sex slaves. Brooks even had me... get Shepard off, to prove I would follow their orders." Kelly shuddered, hugging herself as she started to tremble at the memory. "These people are insane, Erin. They're murderers and rapists and I'm afraid of what's going to happen when I'm not any use to them anymore, or what they're going to do to Sam, or Shepard, or..."

"Hey, hey!" Erin said, standing up and grabbing Kelly by the shoulders. "Take a breath, calm down."

"I can't, I can't," Kelly said, hearing herself getting hysterical and unable to stop. She tried to struggle out of Erin's grip. "Let me go! They can kill me or torture me, but I can't do this anymore! I can't..."

Erin slapped Kelly across the face. The pain jolted Kelly out of her frantic state. Before Kelly had a chance to respond, Erin turned to Inania. "Hey, how about some music? Playlist five."

"Accessing playlist five," the VI responded, and soon a loud cacophony of discordant rock music filled the cockpit.

Once the music started playing, Erin leaned in close to Kelly, putting her mouth nearly onto Kelly's ear. "Listen carefully, because I'm only going to say this once," she whispered, Kelly barely able to hear her over the loud metal music. "I know that Brooks and that Shepard clone are psychos. Most of the folks here don't want to acknowledge it, but I know that if they stay in charge, it's all going to go pear-shaped eventually. Crazy as they may be, though, they've actually built something fairly substantial with this new Cerberus. And I don't intend to sit back and watch them destroy it while they're busy playing sex games. Me and some others here, we believe in the mission of Cerberus, the way it was originally intended. An organization that fights to further humanity's ends, but not one that considers other species as our enemies. One that works through political influence and positive endeavors, not through torture and murder. That's the sort of organization you wanted to be a part of when you first signed up for Cerberus, wasn't it?"

Her head still spinning a bit from Erin's sudden speech, Kelly managed to nod, and Erin gave her a smile. "That's why I invited you up here to talk, Kelly," she continued whispering. "Because you believed in Cerberus once, before the Illusive Man went Reaper crazy, and before nuts like Brooks and her pet Shepard clone appointed themselves as leaders. We can bring Cerberus back, Kelly. Make it the organization it was meant to be. But for now, we've got to bide our time. Wait until we can find a way to get rid of those two psychos and their Phantoms for hire. So you just stick it out with me until then, Kelly. Once we've found a way to take out the bad seeds, and put somebody sane in charge, I'm going to make sure that you and your girlfriend are free to do whatever you want. Leave... or maybe stay on and help us build Cerberus into an organization that humanity can be proud of."

"But... what you said about your brother?" Kelly quietly asked.

"The truth... well, mostly. Except for the part where I became obsessed with killing aliens in order to avenge him. That's just to convince all the other nutcases around here that I'm just as crazy as they are," Erin said. "Truth is, my brother died because the rest of the galaxy didn't trust humanity enough to go after the Reapers head-on. Instead, it took them appearing right at the Citadel's front door to finally convince the other races that the Reapers were a threat. If humanity had had more of a say in galactic politics back when Sovereign was making its first moves, maybe my brother wouldn't have died in the cockpit of the Jakarta. That's why Cerberus needs to exist: to make sure humanity retains its place as a true partner in galactic politics. Not marginalized like we were before... but not dominating other races like the rest of these bigoted assholes want. That's the Cerberus that you and I believed in once, and I'm sure that we can make it happen. But not until Brooks... Morgan... the phony Shepard... not until all of them are dea..."

Before Erin could finish her thought, the door to the cockpit suddenly slid open. "Damn, you trying to turn yourself deaf up here?" Morgan said, wincing at the loud music filling the room.

"Inania, stop playback," Erin called out, and the unpleasant rock music mercifully stopped.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Morgan noticed for the first time the position that Kelly and Erin were in. "Hey, I'm not... interrupting something, am I?" she said with an arched eyebrow.

"No," Kelly quickly exclaimed, as she and Erin stepped away from each other.

"Kelly was just telling me how much she was missing her bitch already," Erin covered. "Don't suppose you might be able to give them some time together?"

Morgan gave Kelly a grin. "Aw, that's so sweet! Believe me, I know how hard it is to be separated from your bitch like this. But we're already so close to our next stop. Tell you what: I'll see if I can get the two of you some time together after our next mission. Okay?"

Kelly nodded, working as hard as she could to stay in the security chief's good graces. "Thank you, Miss Lezayen," she muttered.

"Morgan, please!" the blond Amazonian woman enthused, before her expression suddenly turned serious. "Oh, but if I'm going to go out of my way to do a favor for you, Kelly, you might also try a little bit harder to keep your mind focused on your work," she raised up a datapad. "Doc asked me to give this back to you. You left it in his office."

"Oh, yes, I guess I did," Kelly said, taking the datapad from Morgan. Once she took it into her hand, she noticed immediately a light flashing on its surface.

A message from the mole. It was time for her to do her job.

Stepping out into the hallway for some privacy, she pushed the button to open the message. She watched as the coded communication was unscrambled and displayed on the screen.

"MINDOIR BASE OUT OF COMMISSION. IDIOTS WERE TOO SLOPPY, BOUGHT PHONY STORY AND LED ORPHEUS CREW RIGHT TO THEM. NO SURVIVORS."

Kelly stared at the message, not sure at first how to respond. At the side of her display a message box appeared, apparently from Brooks or the Shepard clone, that was only visible on her side of the conversation. "ASK IF ANY INFORMATION WAS COMPROMISED."

She typed a message back to the spy. "WAS THE TEAM ABLE TO FIND ANY LEADS ABOUT CERBERUS ACTIVITIES?" she wrote. The datapad encoded the message automatically and sent it back to the Cerberus mole.

After a few seconds, the response popped up on screen. "DOUBTFUL. ONLY ONE SURVIVOR OF FIREFIGHT, ALREADY TAKEN CARE OF. FILES WERE MOSTLY DELETED, BUT TECH EXPERT MIGHT BE ABLE TO RETRIEVE INFORMATION."

"MINDOIR FACILITY WAS LOW-LEVEL," the notation from one of the Cerberus leaders appeared on-screen. "NO DANGER OF COMPROMISING OUR CURRENT MISSION. THANK THEM FOR THE INFORMATION, AND INSTRUCT THEM TO KEEP US UP-TO-DATE ON ANY FURTHER ACTIONS."

You want to just talk to them yourselves? Kelly thought to herself. Nonetheless, she relayed the information back to the spy. Afterward, she added her own question. "IS YOUR COVER STILL SAFE?"

After a few seconds, the response came. "ROCK SOLID. NEW MEMBERS OF CREW TOO WORRIED ABOUT SHEPARD TO PAY MUCH MIND TO WHAT I'M UP TO." After a short pause, another message came in. "IS SHE STILL ALIVE? SHEPARD?"

Kelly's hand hovered over the datapad. The message notification on the side of her datapad from the Cerberus bosses lit up. "STATUS OF HOSTAGES IS NOT MISSION-CRITICAL INFORMATION," it simply read.

"WHY DO YOU WANT TO KNOW?" Kelly typed to the spy.

"JUST CURIOUS. SHE IS THE GREATEST HUMAN WHO EVER LIVED, AFTER ALL. MIGHT BE NICE TO KNOW THAT A HUMAN-CENTRIC ORGANIZATION LIKE OURS DIDN'T JUST DUMP HER IN A SHALLOW GRAVE SOMEWHERE."

Kelly smirked. She couldn't imagine that a comment like that would go over well with the woman up on the top deck pretending to be Commander Shepard. Sure enough, the message she got from her taskmasters was just one word: "DISCONNECT."

She started to press the button, but then quickly tapped out a response to the spy. "SHEPARD IS ALIVE," she wrote, and then closed the communication. Before the Shepard clone could reprimand her for that one, she shut off the datapad.

The door to the cockpit whooshed open, and Morgan came stomping out. Kelly shrank back against the wall, certain that the Cerberus bosses had sent an order to have the burly security chief punish her for her insubordination.

But Morgan breezed past her without even looking, pressing a finger to her ear to trigger a communicator. "Start suiting up, people," she said as she walked briskly down the hallway. "We'll be at our next stop in two hours, and I don't want any of you cunts slowing us down."
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