unending darkness | By : Full_Metal Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 7202 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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“Ugh…. Come on, just a little further…. A-l-m-o-s-t T-h-e-r-e!.....GOT IT!” The maintenance shaft filled with an electronic hum as Caleb’s omni tool flashed, returning power to the now functional conduit. Over the humming electronics Caleb heard the Irish accented voice of Chief Engineer Lochlann Williams yell out “Aye Commander that did it, the control boards all green!” The vanguard let out an exhausted sigh as he collapsed in the narrow tube. Wiping his arm against his grease covered forehead he wondered “how had it come to this?” It had been four days since the Valkyrie completed her 6 month maiden voyage, escorting a couple of cargo ships from Earth to Omega. As soon as they docked the Valkyrie's crew, as predicted, scattered. The only personnel remaining aboard were Caleb’s senior staff and Engineer Williams repair crews. The only time he saw other crewmen is when they’d drunkenly stumbled aboard. Sitting in that shaft Caleb noticed how eerily similar to a graveyard his home had become, causing a shiver to run down his spine. He pulled his knees to his chest and clenched them tightly, as if he were a child hiding from unnamed nightmares. But he knows the name of his tormentor: REAPERS. Sitting in the dimly lit tube his brain flooded with the horrors he witnessed on earth. Fathers pulling pins on grenades and hugging their children tightly as the bombs detonate. City streets riddled with corpses of jumpers who would rather die than be captured. The bloodcurdling screams of civilians as they were impaled through the chest, turning them into husks. Tears streamed from his eyes as he remembered all the faces of the people he couldn’t save, and the squad mates he lost. As he sat in that metal tube the faces of his lost men danced in his mind. A small chuckle escaped his lips as Caleb began to remember the hilarity that only the chaos of battle can bring. His mind stopped on the time Pvt Rodriguez went to take a shit in a recently cleared out house. The private hadn’t in the building for 10 seconds before being chased out bare assed, by two wailing husks. Who proceeded to chase the scared Private in a circle until Caleb put them down with bursts from his tempest. The wide eyed Rodrigues looked at them asking “WHAT THE FUCK TOOK YOU SO LONG!?” to which Gunny Edward Hayes coolly replied “Shit Rodriguez, if it isn’t coming out your mouth it’s coming out your ass!” causing the platoon to break out in laughter. Which is when their replacement Asari medic, Samantha Isley added “Your movement just now seemed very similar to another human activity… I think it’s called a sack race?” Isley proceeded to demonstrate, grasping her trousers and hopped past a few of the men, causing more to keel over with laughter. After Looking at himself and back to his squad Rodriguez nervously said “ I…I think I just shit myself guys.” Taking a longer look he added “ I just shit myself.” Upon hearing this many of the chuckling men fell over bursting into laughter. Caleb could barely breath he was laughing so hard. But he was snapped back into reality by a buzz on his omni tool, checking the message it read. From: LCDR Shaia Kassis vas Neema Subject: Crew Conduct on Omega Commander I regret to inform you that Aria t’loak has detained 6 of the Valkyries crew for drunk and disorderly conduct while in Afterlife. Aria has requested that you personally come and retrieve them within the next 6 hours or she will hold an auction selling them to the highest bidder. Caleb closed the message as a plan quickly formulated in his mind. Exited the repair shaft Caleb shot a glance over to Engineer Williams saying “looks like another 6 crew members are gonna be joining the repair detail.” Williams gave an energetic nod shooting back “glad to have the help.” Caleb wiped himself off with a towel as he headed to the XO’s room. Opening the door it took the Quarian a moment to recognize that the man covered in grease standing before her was the commander. She gave him a puzzled look and was about to speak but Caleb cut her off saying “I got a plan to get our crew back but I am going to need your help.” Shaia nodded inviting Caleb in as he continued. “I need you to change into your most provocative and revealing outfit.” Caleb noticed her begin to protest but quickly added “Before you say no, hear me out. Quarians on Omega are few and far between. Most headed back to help with the colonization of Rannoch, those that remained still have to live in their suits.” Moving towards her Caleb gracefully grasped one of Shaia’s 3 digit hands, gently kissing her grey skin adding “Making a beauty such as yourself a rare and exotic gem on Omega.” Releasing her hand and taking a seat on her couch Caleb continued “My plan requires everyone’s eyes to be fixed on you, so if things go south with Aria, her men will be focused on the seams of your dress rather than my sword in their backs.” Letting his plan sink in Shaia replied in a sultry tone “I get the gist of your plan; I just hope you don’t think this counts as our first date commander.” Walking out the door Caleb added “Just be sure to conceal a pistol somewhere.” As zero hour approached Caleb stood in front of his closet trying to decide which one of his many new outfits he should wear. “I’ve fought in countless battles across the Terminus, I’ve escorted numerous enemies to the gates of hell, I’ve led thousands of men into battle, for Christ sake I make life or death decisions on a daily basis. SO WHY THE FUCK IS THIS SO FUCKING DIFFICULT!!!” Caleb cried out while frantically shifting between outfits. Behind him Freya’s holo pad sputtered to life. “Is it that time of the month for you Commander? Are you worried about not getting voted prom queen?” Mocked the Ai in her usual demeanor. The familiar dark blue glow of biotic power engulfed Caleb’s right arm as he released a powerful blast of energy, obliterating the console upon impact. “Did you just come up here to fuck with me or do you have a purpose Freya?” grunted Caleb as the glow around his arm subsided. Changing back to a more professional tone she added “Sorry Commander, I’ll get someone from maintenance to fix the pad. And Lieutenant Commander Neema wishes to speak with you, shall I put her through?” Calming down he replied “Sure patch her though.” Lieutenant Commander Shaia Kassis vas Neema ran her hands over her body caressing her delicate but ample curves as she stepped out of the shower. Her light purple nipples stiffened slightly as a rush of cool air embraced her naked body. “uhhh not again, why don’t you things ever want to stay down?” said Shaia in a lighthearted tone, as her hands began to playfully poke at the tiny lumps. Even though eight months had passed, Shaia still couldn’t get over the sensations and nuances that accompany unsuited life. Shaia squeezed herself tightly as she remembered how she spent her first day out of her suit. “Keelah I was so wasted” Shaia grumbled as she rubbed her temples grasping at fragments of memories. “Uhmm…something about riding on a Krogans back… or a varrens.” Shaia dropped her hand staring blankly into the room, a shocked look on her face. “Keelah I hope I didn’t fuck one of them." “Comm link open LCDR Neema.” said Freya, bringing the nude XO out of her trance. Through her quarters PA system Shaia heard Caleb, in an excited voice ask, “Sort of busy right now Miss Neema, whatever you need can you make it quick!?” The distress in his tone caught Shaia by surprise. “Is something the matter Commander?” worriedly asked Shaia. “Ya I can’t fucking decide what to wear!” blurted out Caleb. Upon hearing this Shaia began giggling uncontrollably, “Awww that’s so cute! Is that my little Na’Vera worried about which Selmaas to wear!” “Na’Vera?, Selmass? Did I hear you correctly? Or is the ships intercom on the frits?” Caleb quizzically asked. As her giggling died down Shaia responded “Sorry about reverting to my native tongue Commander.” Fighting to control her laughter she continued, “I was just asking if my little girl is having trouble choosing a dress.” “Ugh….Not you too” pleaded Caleb. After a moment of silence she added “Why don’t we dress to match Commander?..I’m going to be wearing a blackish blue dress; I hope this helps you out. Now if you’ll excuse me I need to finish getting ready.” All she heard was “thanks, see you in an hour” before the channel closed. Upon hearing this news the vanguard let out a sigh as he finally decided what to wear. An hour later Commander Falk stood on the Valkyries flight deck leaning against one of the many fighters that lined the hangar. The Vanguard nervously tapping his sheathed sword against his leg, contemplating all the ways tonight could go south. In his mind Falk re-ran every piece of intel the Alliance had on Aria t’loak, most concerned her interactions with Commander Shepard. “She’s not entirely a bad person” Falk mused as a chorus of cat calls erupted all around him. Caleb’s jaw hit the floor as he turned to see LCDR Neema stride out of the elevator, swaying her hips as she walked over to him. As she approached Caleb got a better view of her dress, if you could call it that. It’s dark Alliance blue color perfectly contrasted against her grey skin and its lack of fabric didn’t leave much to the imagination. With every step she took it seemed like her breasts would fall out of the deep V that secured them, but to the crews and Caleb’s disappointment they didn’t. To LCDR Neema the on looking crew felt like hungry varren eyeing a juicy piece of meat as she walked the flight line. She couldn’t help but feel excited by their ravenous glances. As a Quarian she was accustomed to getting awkward glances, but never had she experienced such wanton looks of lust and desire. Deciding to entice the onlookers even more Shaia added a bounce to her step, amplifying the jiggle of her breasts. As she approached the Commander she removed and threw her jacket over her shoulder revealing even more of her naked flesh. The increase in howls gave the buxom beauty an idea as she dropped her jacket. The tight fabric stretched to the max as Shaia bent over, fully displaying her curves to the commander. Meeting Falk’s gaze she shot him a look of pure desire. All thoughts about the mission fled Falk’s mind as his cock stiffened slightly. Deciding to become the envy of every man on his ship Caleb walked over to Shaia and placed a hand on her hip. She returned the gesture as they walked down off the ship to the awaiting taxi. They chuckled together as they heard envious roars coming from the open hangar bay. As they approached Afterlife they saw the usual suspects waiting outside. “You ready for this?” Falk asked as the skycar landed. “Let’s have some fun commander.” Shaia replied as she popped a fresh thermal clip into her carnifax, discreetly slipping the weapon into the concealed holster on her thigh. Though muffled by reinforced doors, the distinctive tones of Afterlife’s sound system bled into the surrounding area, growing stronger as they approached. “You over there!...Come up here!” grunted the Batarian at the door, signaling Caleb and Shaia over with his arm. Scanning them with his omni tool he added “You must be Commander Falk, Aria’s been waiting for you. It’s not wise to keep her waiting.” Staring down the guard Falk coldly retorted “It’s not wise to kidnap and ransom my crew; a thing like that can set a man off. Making a whole lot of trouble for people like you.” locking his four eyes on Falk the guard grinned “Humans, so quick to anger, one reason your species doesn’t last long on Omega.” Taking a moment to look over his scans he added “You can keep the sword, don’t know what good it will do ya. But you’re gonna need to check that Paladin you’re hiding in your belt with Patriarch.” Turning to Shaia, “Unlike you, your Quarian friend here is showing up clean on my scans. But I know how handy Suit Rats are with tech." with a sinister look in his eye the guard added "Requiring a more 'hands on' approach." With a quick grunt the guard forced Shaia against Afterlife’s heavy metal door, spending ample time groping the Quarian’s curves eliciting hoots and catcalls from the raunchy crowd. Annoyed Shaia looked towards her Commander and was relieved when she noticed him nod and mouth “go ahead.” “If you want that hand to ever touch anything again I suggest you stop.” Shaia calmly stated to her molester, only to be met with “QUIET! You filthy suit rat!” as another hand grasped a chunk of her flesh. “Fine have it your way.” In an instant she maneuvered out of his weak grasp, ducking right as she swept his leg with hers, catching the back of his bulbous neck with her arm. A loud thud emanated from the door as his face smashed against the door, knocking him out. The stunned crowd fell silent unsure how to process the spectacle they just witnessed. And upon seeing more of Aria’s private security rush out of Afterlife, many decided to call it a night. “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON OUT HERE? WHOEVER CAUSED THIS IS GOING TO PAY!!!” Roared the Krogan leader, his men fallowed suit taking flanking positions around the clubs entrance. Without missing a heartbeat Caleb planted himself directly in front of the towering beast glaring up into its blood red eyes yelling back, “OH,WAS I SUPPSED TO LET A MEMBER OF YOUR KRANT FINGERFUCK MY FIRST OFFICER!!!” poking the Krogan’s chest he continued “I THOUGHT KROGAN WERE SUPPOSED TO HAVE MORE HONOR THAN THAT… OBVIOUSLY I WAS MISTAKEN!!!” the ferocity from the relatively tiny human caught Wrand by surprise; he raised his hand to smack the squishy being for its insolence but something stopped him. Turning around Wrand saw Patriarch’s hand on his wrist. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Patriarch casually stated. The young krogan growled as Patriarch continued, “Aria is waiting for you inside Commander Falk, and I hope you accept our sincerest apologies regarding this distasteful event.” Dismissing his underlings guards Patriarch ushered them inside. Making their way to the main hall Caleb scanned the room pinpointing escape routes in case things with Aria went south, but the waning lights of the club complicated his efforts. He was gonna ask Shaia for her assessment but was hypnotized at the sight of her glowing eyes. Their vibrant golden silver hue entranced the young commander. “Commander?... Hey Commander, are you all right?” Shaia asked shaking Caleb’s shoulder with her gloved hand, bringing him out of his trance. “Oh..Um sorry about that Ms. Neema, it’s just that in the past 6 months we’ve spent together on the Valkyrie I don’t ever recall your eyes glowing like they are now.” Awkwardly scratching the back of his head he continued, “I didn’t mean to stare…. it’s just that they’re rather quite beautiful.” You dipshit now she’s gonna think you’re a creep! He mentally thought quickly turning his attention back to the room. “Oh the bioluminescencents in my eyes, it’s an old evolutionary trait my species developed while on Rannoch to aid hunting in low light." after a momentary pause quickly adding "You probably never saw them on the Valkyrie because of her standard light levels.” Shaia sheepishly replied while her hands nervously rubbed together, a tick carried over from suit life. Her heart raced as she timidly added “I don’t really know what to say to the second part Commander.” Keelah you bosh’tet! return the compliment before things become weirder. “Um that suit looks really nice on you.” Nice! What the hell is the matter with you! You’re acting like a little schoolgirl, what happened to the confident woman who strode down the flight deck? Before Caleb could continue the conversation they were approached by a tired and weary looking Batarian. “Commander Falk, LCDR Shaia’kassis, my name is Bray, and I’m here to inform you that Aria T’Loak requires your presence at her private booth.” Pointing to the stairs adding “I would also like to mention that a tab has been opened for you at the bar.” Upon reaching the top of the platform Caleb was surprised to see on his right the six members of his crew not cuffed and bruised, but rather drinking, laughing, and enjoying lap dances from some Asari strippers. Turning to his left he saw Aria T’loak sipping a glass of what looked like wine, gesturing for them to take a seat beside her. please feel free to comment and add suggestions i desperately need feedback esp if it can help me improve my writing. And i want to apologize in advance about all the constant updates being so short.
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