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Shiver ME Relays
A witty woman is a treasure;
A witty beauty is a power!
George Meredith
Interlude I
SR-2; CIC
Shepard and Miranda smiled as they watched the destruction of Minuteman Station on the central holo-tank which was receiving the transmission from a spy satellite left behind by the Rules of Acquisition on their way out of the system. This was the tenth such Cerberus base or operation Shepard had shut down in the last couple of years and Miranda’s first in service to her new masters.
“A beautiful sight, isn’t it?” he asked her as they watched it break up.
“Yes, it is,” replied Miranda with barely a hint of her satisfaction showing on her lips, which quickly disappeared. “We had a slight wrinkle. The former director of the Minuteman Cell, Hope Lilium, managed to tag along. It seems that she kept an even closer eye on me than I thought possible. She knew about our code word, but luckily not its meaning. Thanks to young Yeoman Kelly Chambers here Miss Lilium didn’t blast my head off.”
The red head in question blushed a little at the praise. “I managed to get a preliminary interview going after we locked her up in the port secondary hold, but she’s clammed up. I’ve barely been able to get out a few words out of her, which include “Alliance whore” and “traitor”. If you don’t mind I’d like to step up the interrogation.”
Shepard’s eyes narrowed. “Step it up how?”
“I’d like permission to utilize non-conventional enhanced interrogation techniques. Anything less and we won’t get anything out of her, except by a meld with an asari with malleable morals,” said Kelly with a slightly sinister smile.
Shepard stepped closer to Kelly and loomed over her. “What exactly was your position in the Minuteman Cell?”
Kelly’s smile became sweet. “Officially I was the Director’s secretary. I served under both Miss Lilium and Miss Lawson. Guess who I prefer to work under.” Every ex-Cerberus crewmember in earshot sniggered at that except for Miranda who only let out a small smile.
“Unofficially I was the station’s morale officer and resident psychologist. I was also trained in treating victims of torture and abuse. As such I learned a lot about the most common forms of torture, so Cerberus also took advantage of my training for interrogation purposes. Mostly Alliance personnel. This was before Miss Lawson removed my control chip,” she explained as she turned around and lifted her hair out of the way, displaying a thin scar that marred her otherwise creamy complexion at the base of her skull. “I cannot thank you enough, Miss Lawson, for getting that thing out of me.”
The older woman smiled kindly at Kelly. “It’s actually Shepard you should be thanking. He found the same kind of control chip in my brain as well. Of course that was after he kidnapped me on Terra Nova last year,” she said ruefully.
“I apologized to you after I knocked you out. Besides it was only a tap to the back of the head,” said Shepard as he backed away slightly.
“Which gave me the mother-in-law of all headaches, especially after you had Doctor Chakwas extract that thing from my head!” Miranda countered with a rather harsh poke to the chest, which she instantly regretted as she momentarily forgot he was still in heavy armour.
With Miranda broken out of her train of thought Shepard then returned his focus to Kelly. “Alright. Do what you can until we arrive at Terra Nova. We’ll be putting in for final fitting out, then on a full shakedown run before we begin our mission.”
Kelly smartly saluted. “Aye sir.” She then turned on her heel and entered the lift, swaying her hips slightly, drawing Shepard’s eyes to her shapely rear. As she entered she pulled a one eighty on her heel and winked one of her emerald eyes at him, just before the lift doors closed.
“I see she’s caught your eye,” said Miranda with a slight smirk.
“I thought you preferred your partners to be a little more ample,” said Garrus with slightly twitching mandibles, the turian equivalent of a smirk.
Miranda then turned to Garrus. “Garrus, what is the primary role of a morale officer in the turian military?” she asked.
The question perplexed Garrus, but he answered anyway. “Morale officers have been part of the turian military since the beginning. We have tighter operational discipline than your Alliance, but fewer personal restrictions. Our officers ride their people hard and know that they need to blow off steam. Morale officers provide various activities for their units entertainment and provide similar services as your psychologists. They also provide...” his thoughts then turned towards the special services they provided. “They also provide physical stress relief,” he concluded with a very broad turian grin. “She was the morale officer for your cell?”
“Oh yes. Her services were highly in demand. We were working twelve hour days, seven days a week and without a form of stress relief we would have snapped at each other. I used her services myself, upon occasion,” Miranda purred as she surreptitiously goosed Shepard’s butt, who barely stopped himself from jumping.
“Garrus, why don’t you take a look at the ship’s weapon systems. I’m sure you can find something to calibrate before we arrive at the Wolves Den!” suggested Shepard, though his tone made it more like an order, despite being a couple of octaves higher.
Garrus immediately stood at attention. “Yes sir. Miss Lawson, where can I find the service access for the primary weapons?”
Miranda’s face turned all business. “Deck three. Just head straight towards the bow and you’ll arrive at the forward batteries.”
Garrus nodded to her in respect and down the spiral staircase. Wrex finally reminded everyone of his presence with his rumbling chuckle. “Well, well, Shepard. Seems like you’ve got almost as many females throwing themselves at you as I do back home on Tuchanka.”
Shepard smirked back. “One of the perks of being a hero. Anyway, Miranda, how about you show me around my new ride. Kaidan only managed to get some basic information about the ship and a couple of exterior pictures.”
Miranda smiled and led him to the galaxy map podium. “Let’s start with where we are now, the CIC. As you can see the ship was still undergoing final system integration when you liberated her. It’s similar to the original design, only a little bigger.” She then worked the central console and shut down the galaxy map holo and brought up a smaller version of the ship’s status hologram and highlighted a portion of it. “Unlike the original Normandy SR-1 the Combat Deck is now deck two. The Illusive Man also originally wanted the ship to be equipped with several windows.”
Seeing the incredulous look on Shepard’s face she shrugged. “I know. Windows on a stealth vessel didn’t make much sense to me either. Luckily I managed to get all but the bridge windows removed. Can’t really beat the good old fashioned Mark 1 eye ball for reliability.”
She then highlighted the area just aft of the lift. “Behind the lift is the new War Room for strategic planning and analysis. On the port side behind the spiral staircase is a combined communications and conference room with an experimental quantum entanglement communicator. A new toy that I’m sure the Alliance is going to appreciate. On the starboard side is where we originally planned to install a state-of-the-art laboratory. We just haven’t installed the equipment yet.”
Next she highlighted deck 3. “Deck 3 is the Crew Deck where the mess hall and a small kitchen is located, along with primary life support, port and starboard lounges and crew quarters. The medical bay and Computer Core room is also on deck 3 and at the bow is the forward gunnery control room which also provides a direct access to the ship’s main gun,” she said with a devious smile.
“I know that look. What’s so special about this gun?” Shepard asked.
“It’s actually based on an experimental turian weapon and an old human idea. The engineers who built it called it a plasma accelerator cannon, or PAC for short.” This raised Shepard’s eyebrows and Miranda continued. “The main weakness of every previous plasma weapon designed for a warship was their ridiculous short range and exorbitant energy requirements. The turian weapon was called the Thanix Cannon. It was based on a recovered geth weapon from their little invasion of the Citadel. You should remember it well. It was such weapons that tore apart eight Alliance cruisers and almost crippled the asari dreadnought, the Destiny Ascension.”
Shepard nodded. “I saw the tail end of the battle from the Citadel Tower, after I put a bullet through Saren’s back, though not in time to save Nihlus,” he said as he slipped into a memory of that ‘historic’ day.
Him, Nihlus, Garrus and Wrex had fought their way from Zakera Ward to the Citadel Tower and climbed over a veritable mountain of geth troopers and recently created husks. Once they arrived they found a small army of geth had occupied the Tower and to their astonishment Spectre agent Saren Arterius was in charge and was working at a previously unknown console. After a hard fight that ended with Saren getting the drop on Nihlus and killing him, but Shepard put a solid shotgun slug in Saren’s back, paralyzing him from the neck down. After that all Saren did was spout insane ramblings about the return of something called Reapers and that the Citadel was the key. Shepard was about to question Saren, but a very large piece of debris crashed into the tower, forcing everyone to duck for cover, but Saren got crushed, along with any answers he might have had.
“I just wish the turian bastard had survived. We still don’t know exactly what these Reapers are, whether or not they were simply the ramblings of a madman or if it’s something real,” said Shepard. “Let’s continue with the tour.”
Miranda nodded and highlighted the next deck. “Deck 4 is engineering and secondary cargo-deck spaces. Not much else there.” She moved on to deck 5. “Deck 5 is the combined shuttle bay, armoury and ground-vehicle bay. The designers had originally meant for the armoury to be on deck 2 where the Comm. room/Conference room is now. Jacob quickly disabused the designers of that notion and had them move it down to Deck 5. Now you get off the lift, pick up your gear and get aboard the shuttle, just like the original Normandy.”
“Sounds like we owe Mister Taylor a thank you for that,” said Shepard with a smile.
Miranda then highlighted a much smaller deck above the Combat Deck. “For the coup de grace the project engineers saw that there was room directly underneath the pressure hull for another deck, so they decided to make the entire deck into the captain’s suite. The yard workers nicknamed it ‘the loft.’ Much of the amenities, such as the en-suite bathroom, were installed, but the interior decorators were not finished furbishing it.”
“Wait, the Illusive Man commissioned interior decorators for his latest warship?” Shepard asked. “Was this ship going to be his new mobile command centre?”
Miranda smiled back. “Actually he was going to use this ship as a bribe to get you to join Cerberus. As far as I know he never suspected that you would turn one of his top operatives.“
“I bet he didn’t. So, how far did they get with the captain’s quarters?” he asked.
Her smile turned into a smirk. “They managed to get a king sized double bed in there and a very comfortable couch and a coffee table, but not much else. One of the decorators wanted to put a fish tank of all things in there. Luckily I managed to convince the others of that stupidity. I mean really, who has a fish tank aboard a warship?”
It was Shepard’s turn to blush. “I used to have a fish tank in my quarters back home.” This made Miranda raise a delicate eyebrow. “My parents wanted me to learn responsibility, and taking care of some fish in a tank is a lot easier aboard a merchant vessel than getting a dog or a cat.”
She nodded at that piece of logic. “Well then, shall we continue with our show and tell, or do you want to retire to the captain’s quarter? I’m sure you want to get rid of that armour and hit the showers,” she said with a smirk.
Shepard tugged a little at his armour. “I could use a hand in getting out of this getup.”
The two of them left the podium for the lift. Everyone within eyeshot tried to keep a surreptitious eye on the pair. Only Wrex noticed that Kasumi had disappeared, just before the lift doors closed. He grinned and let out a small chuckle. Looks like the little lion is bringing more females into his pride.
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SR-2; Deck 4, port cargo hold
Kelly once again entered the port cargo hold and revelled in the vision of the former director of the Minuteman Cell trussed up with cargo straps. Her arms were held up to the ceiling and she appeared to be straddling a contraption that looked like a saddle and her legs were tied down to the deck. At the sound of the door opening Hope looked up at her interrogator with loathing in her eyes.
“Well, hello again, Hope,” said Kelly as she took a seat opposite of the Cerberus loyalist. “Guess what I just got!” Hope’s gaze became even more venomous. “I got permission from the Spectre to use some of the techniques you had me use on our fellow humans!” declared Kelly with a smirk on her usually sweet face.
Hope’s eyes widened in fear, and Kelly merely chuckled. “Oh, don’t worry. I won’t be using pain. Cerberus trains all their operatives to resist it and gave you implants to help mitigate any pain an interrogator might inflict. I on the other hand have a very different modus operandi.” Kelly pulled a box forward and pulled out a set of wires and electrodes. “Don’t worry, these are just to make sure that you are not lying to me.” She then began by applying a little bit of adhesive ointment onto the electrodes and put them at various pulse points across Hope’s body. As the cool ointment touched her skin she couldn’t help but shiver as they stuck fast.
“I’m sure you’re wondering why you’re sitting in a saddle. Well, strictly speaking it isn’t a saddle. It’s an old friend of mine and a few of my clients. A sybian!” Kelly then activated her omni-tool and with a few keystrokes Hope felt a small intruder poke her in the nether region.
“What are you doing to me?” Hope demanded as she felt something cool and wet coat the inside of her nether lips.
“Just a little lubrication. I don’t want to do any permanent damage to that delectable body part of yours.” Kelly worked her omni-tool again and something began to poke deeper into Hope’s nether lips. It was long and thin and no matter how much Hope tried she couldn’t raise herself off of it or wriggle it out of her.
“I suggest you stop struggling now. You’ll only make it worse!” said Kelly as the thing began to expand inside Hope’s pussy, filling it up and stretching her to capacity. She had never felt so full before, and Kelly smirked at Hope’s moans of reluctant pleasure. “Already moaning like a needy bitch,” said Kelly as she stood up and began to walk a slow circuit around her captive. “I haven’t even started with you yet!”
A smaller nub grew from the saddle and began vibrating against her clit. “Is this your great interrogation technique? Make me cum and I’ll tell you everything?! You’re even more deluded than I thought!” said Hope as she gritted her teeth.
“Oh no. It’s not that simple. During our sessions I learned a lot about your body. I know exactly what gets you hot, and what sets you off,” said Kelly in a sultry whisper in Hope’s ear, causing even more shocks to go through her body. With a flick of a finger the entire fake phallus began to vibrate, stimulating Hope’s G-spot directly and made her howl in surprise. Another flick of a finger and it all stopped suddenly. “I also know exactly how to deny you release.”
Hope panted for a few seconds as tears of frustration ran down her cheeks. “You Alliance bitch!”
Kelly then sat herself behind Hope. “I may be an Alliance bitch, but you are a Cerberus Loyalist, which makes you an even lower bitch than I ever was when I was chipped. You had no control chip, so that means everything you did for Cerberus was of your own free will.” Kelly then began to tease Hope’s bare nipples, making her shudder in pleasure. “How does it feel to no longer be in control? Does it make you feel powerless? Does it scare you?”
“Up yours!” Hope bit out, which only made Kelly chuckle.
“Oh believe me, you’re the one who will soon be begging for release. No man or woman in either the Alliance or Cerberus is trained to resist pleasure. The longer I deny you the ultimate release the more you will be broken. The question for you now is how long can you last?”
With that Hope howled as the sybian fired up again.
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SR-2; Deck 1, Captain’s Quarters
The duo exited the lift and into a small room with another sealed and armoured door opposite the lift. Miranda led him in and Shepard’s eyebrows rose up to his hairline as he took in ‘the loft’. It had a curved ceiling, but there was more than enough headroom for a man a foot taller than Shepard. The second thing he noticed was a basic desk and glass display case with shelves along the starboard bulkhead. It created a separation between the office and the bedroom proper, which as Miranda had mentioned earlier had a very large king size bed which looked very inviting.
A tug at his arm reminded him why he was there. “Let’s get you out of that armour,” said Miranda as she began popping the seals of his appropriated Cerberus Assault Armour. Starting with the gauntlets and the power-pack mounted to his upper back. Next to come off was the heavy shoulder pads and the boots which loosened with a slight whoosh of released pressure seals, then the leg armour. Finally the heavy torso armour was removed with a little bit of extra help from Miranda. It was classified as heavy armour for a damned good reason. Shepard sighed in relief as the heavy weight of the armour came off his shoulders, to which Miranda smirked.
“Cerberus shock troops have a saying about this armour. ‘Out of shape going in, in shape coming out’,” she said as she began to help him with his skin tight under shirt and trousers.
“It actually saved my life a few times, but I’ll only wear it after its been repainted in N7 colours,” said Shepard as he gave the stink eye at the hated symbol of Cerberus imprinted on the left breast of the armour, then returned his attention back to Miranda who was slowly and teasingly wriggling out of her own uniform.
“I may have to burn this uniform. I don’t think I ever want to wear it again,” said Miranda as she stripped down to her underwear. A black silk lace panty and bra combination which hinted at the enticing flesh underneath. “It’s been a very stressful day, and I believe we both could use a shower.” With deliberate slowness she bent over in front of him and slid her panties off, showing off her perfect ass, and unclipped her bra and let it fall, before she straightened up and half turned towards him. Her left arm barely covered her breasts. “See something you like?”
Shepard smirked back. “Very much, but let’s get that shower going.”
Miranda nodded and the two of them entered the small bathroom. It was quite spartan with bare metal walls, an open shower cubicle with a sliding glass door, and had a basic toilet and wash basin. Shepard quickly entered the shower cubicle with an equally eager Miranda following. With a twist of a knob warm soothing water came flowing from a large showerhead, washing away all the sweat and grime from the day’s fighting, and Shepard luxuriated in the feeling of the aches and pains in his muscles and bones slowly being soothed. Behind him Miranda’s strong yet delicate hands worked his tense neck and back muscles as he leaned against the wall.
“Good god, you’ve got so many knots in your back,” said Miranda as she worked his back and enjoyed the water washing over both his and her glorious naked bodies.
Shepard smiled then hissed slightly as she hit a tender spot. “Oh, right there.” It was a badly bruised muscle from when a particularly large Cerberus commando had tackled him to the ground. Not his proudest moment. “So, how long do you think it’s going to take to get this bird ship shape?”
Miranda momentarily stopped her ministrations. “Shouldn’t take any longer than a couple of weeks. Why? Are we needed somewhere soon?”
“No. It’s just that another human colony in the Terminus disappeared a week ago. One of the Farscape Corporation mining colonies, you know, one of those smaller operations?”
Miranda’s eyes narrowed. “Another colony? Same MO as the others?” Shepard nodded in reply and Miranda began her ministrations again, though a little rougher than before. “Does the Alliance have any leads on who is doing this?”
“No. No evidence and no witnesses. Did you hear anything on the Cerberus grapevine?” he asked.
“The Illusive Man put an investigation team on it, but due to the compartmentalization he insisted upon I never had any direct contact with it. All I got was some of the team’s reports and all of them the same. A large number of empty buildings and one giant mystery,” said Miranda with a slightly frustrated tone.
Shepard nodded. “We need a break!”
“Yes, we do, and quickly!” Miranda then moulded herself into Shepard’s back. “But for now let’s just enjoy ourselves. We’ve still got another eleven hours until we reach our destination.” Her arms looped around Shepard’s broad frame and her hands began exploring familiar grounds. “Who would have believed that a Cerberus Operative and an N7 Commando would make such a perfect pair?” she asked as her hands travelled south. Her creamy smooth hands began caressing Shepard’s nether region, using her nails to subtly tease his ball sack and one of her hands began stroking his rapidly rising erection.
“Did you have fun with that asari whore, John?” she asked huskily in his ear. As a result his erection jumped to full mast and it was all he could do to stop himself from spinning around and pin her to the shower wall. “I thought so. Did you also enjoy what miss Goto had to offer?”
“You know I did,” growled Shepard in a low voice.
“Mmm, can’t wait to sample that one, but right now I want you all to myself,” said Miranda huskily into his ear. With a low growl Shepard spun around and pinned her up against the shower wall. “Oh god, I’ve missed this!” she breathed as she felt him enter her wet and ready centre. His hands travelled all over her body, starting with a hot groping of her delectable derriere, then teased up her sides, making her giggle slightly at being tickled, then gasped again as she felt his warm tongue give a short lick of her pulse-point on her neck and a short nip of his teeth shortly after in the same place.
She surprised him by wrapping her legs around his waist and returned the bite, forcing him to take her full weight. “Now I’m in control!” she said victoriously as she began grinding her smouldering heat upon his length.
“Is that so?” He growled back as he slammed her back into the wall. “I think you need a reminder of who is in charge around here!” He proceeded to ram himself into her with renewed vigour, kissing her plump bee-stung lips as his tongue sought entry. She allowed him in, only to counter with her own tongue. Both their tongues intertwined as the two alphas sought dominance over each other, with her constant pelvic grinding and Shepard’s hard thrusting that seemed to go deeper with every thrust. He soon felt himself reach the very end of her depths and Miranda clamped down on his length in response.
In that moment both looked into each other’s eyes and saw the lust and love they have for each other, and he saw Miranda surrender to ecstasy, with him following shortly after. For a moment they both took a few moments to catch their breath as their heart rates slowed down from the rush.
“So, shall we continue this somewhere a little more comfortable,” said a slightly out of breath Shepard as he turned off the shower.
Miranda let out a couple of pants before answering. “Thought you’d never ask, but let’s dry off first,” she said as she grabbed a couple towels for them. They helped each other dry off the water from their bodies and headed straight for the bedroom. Both had smiles on their faces as they settled down onto the bed. “I’ve missed you for so long. Being without you for six months should be a crime. Kelly is a fine woman, but a poor substitute for you,” she said as she gave him a hot kiss on the lips. “I know you couldn’t keep celibate in all that time. How many beds did you warm in your travels?”
Shepard thought back over the last six months, though it was a little difficult with the vision of beauty lying in front of him. “Only a few. One of them was a former squad-mate of mine. Ashley Williams. A fine woman and soldier, but she has a chip the size of an asteroid on her shoulder.”
Miranda chuckled a little. “I can guess why.”
Shepard nodded in agreement. “Yeah. Being the granddaughter of General Williams certainly didn’t do her any favours. However assisting the first human Spectre seems to have helped. Last I heard she got herself a promotion to Operations Chief and got sent out to the Traverse. She’s assisting the colony on Horizon with upgrading their defences.”
He then got a faraway look in his eyes as he idly played with Miranda’s hair. “Other than her, there wasn’t anyone really noteworthy, except for that asari maiden I met on Therum a couple of years ago, a Doctor Liara T’Soni. A pretty little thing and oh so easily impressionable, especially after I rescued her from the geth. We didn’t figure out what they wanted her for until after Saren’s geth attack on the Citadel.”
Miranda nodded as she idly trailed her fingers across his chest. “I read the reports about her and some of her research papers on the protheans. Some of T’Soni’s theories are intriguing, but like so many other theories about them there is just so little evidence to back them up. Did you hear if they dug out anything out of that prothean beacon you and Spectre Agent Kryik brought back from Eden Prime?”
Shepard shook his head. “No. They haven’t even been able to turn it on yet. Last I heard Doctor T’Soni tried to use a meld to access it, but it seems that asari physiology isn’t compatible.” His eyes suddenly clamped shut as a brief flash of green blinded his mind’s eye and a sudden pain erupted behind his eyes, like several tiny spikes were digging into the back of them.
“You okay?” Miranda asked with worried eyes.
Shepard took a couple of deep breaths. “Yeah. Ever since that asari, Shiala or something, on Feros a couple of years back mind raped me I’ve been getting these flashes of memory. She said that she was giving me something she called the Prothean Cipher, along with a few of her memories, but I’ve never been able to fully access them. They’ve been getting worse recently and I haven’t really trusted another asari to delve that deeply into my mind again.”
Miranda’s eyes tightened a little. “Maybe you should rethink that policy. Not every asari is a cold hearted commando or skanky dancers and whores. Maybe after the ship is fully fitted out we could ask Liara to meld with you.”
This made Shepard raise an eyebrow. “How can you trust her? As far as I know you two have never met. Right?”
Miranda averted her eyes and blushed a little. “I met her after the geth attack on the Citadel. I was assigned to gather intelligence about you and the people you surrounded yourself with. The Illusive Man wanted to know if it was just your team mates that made you so formidable, or if it was your leadership abilities, or a combination of both. My conclusion was that it was a combination of your leadership and skills on the battlefield and their own abilities which you helped to guide not just in battle, but also in life.” She sat herself up and let out a sigh.
“I was sent undercover to Ilos as one of the human archaeologists research assistants. It was both an opportunity to learn more about the protheans and about the good doctor. She and I talked quite a bit about those days on the Normandy and that little corvette you got just after the Council made you a Spectre. What was it called again?”
Shepard smiled a little as he thought of his first real command. “The SSV Sparrow. The first stealth corvette built by the Alliance based on the Normandy’s design. A tough little ship, but she was nothing compared to this.”
Miranda smirked down at him. “Good. It’s nice to know that my efforts were not wasted upon you. Enough of all this dreary talk!” She took advantage of his prone position on his back and pounced upon his lap and immediately got a firm grip on his balls and shaft and started stroking. “Ready for another round?” she huskily asked. In response his erection grew to full size.
“That should be answer enough!” Shepard retorted as he reached forward to cup her luscious breasts, using his thumbs to tease her nipples, making her gasp and her pussy became even more plump and wet.
“Mm, you know exactly how to get me going,” she purred as she lined his dick up and lowered herself onto him with an audibly wet squelch. She settled down onto his length and began to teasingly grind her clit against his pubic bone and steadied herself by putting her hands on his chest as she began panting with need. Shepard responded by thrusting upward into her, which made her arch her back, shaking her large natural breasts.
From behind the desk a little thief under cloak was in awe as she watched two alpha personalities go at it. The only reason she didn’t go join them was that she heard what Miranda said earlier in the shower. She wanted him for herself for now, so Kasumi respected that need and merely indulged in her voyeuristic fetish as she felt her ‘special addition’ vibrate in her own soaking wet pussy.
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SR-2; Deck 4, port cargo hold
In the meantime Hope’s situation was getting worse every second she was in the ‘care’ of Miss Chambers. Her body was drenched with sweat and she could feel herself slipping as her vision turned into a haze. Kelly stalked around her prey as she observed every unconscious twitch of both Hope’s face and body as she shuddered in denied pleasure.
“Please, let me cum,” Hope cried out as she was denied release once again.
“Not yet. Now, let’s try this again. You must first answer all of my questions truthfully, and I mean all of them! Otherwise I will leave you like this for the next fortnight. Now, first question. How did you know about our code phrase?”
Hope’s head rolled from side to side in exhaustion. “Like I told you, for the third time, I kept a close eye on Operative Lawson ever since she took over my cell. I had installed multiple surveillance VIs on my station. It snapped up a number of conversations and a few encrypted chat channels. I picked up the last text message she sent, but failed to make the connection in time.”
Kelly checked her omni-tool and saw the truth indicator flash green. Her face turned stony as she asked her next question. “Does the Illusive Man know anything about our defection?”
“No,” Hope answered dejectedly.
Kelly’s eyes narrowed. “Why didn’t you report your suspicions?”
“Because after Lawson took over I protested and I was chastised quite harshly for it. He reminded me that it was my fault that the SR-2 project had derailed so I thought it best to only report you when I had solid evidence. I believe in what Cerberus stands for. I wanted to rise to the top, and I believed if I could get some sort of dirt on Miranda, or prove her incompetence I could regain and strengthen my position in the organization. Obviously it didn’t go as planned,” she concluded. Her head hung low in exhaustion, but her body still twitched as unwanted tears streamed down her face.
Kelly gave a sigh of relief. “At least we don’t have to worry about a Cerberus assassination squad in the immediate future. Do you know if there were more Cerberus ship projects?”
“I was only privy to our stealth corvette and frigate projects. I have no knowledge about the Illusive Man’s other Cells.”
Kelly’s eyes practically became slits. “Why did he give you operational control of the SR2 project?”
Hope’s eyes cleared slightly. “Because I had experience constructing stealth vessels from the SRC corvette program. He thought that my experience would translate into results. The Carthage SR2 was going to be the first human stealth destroyer. A heavy frigate with the firepower of a cruiser and be capable of stealth reconnaissance missions. It was supposed to be my crowning achievement, and Miranda Lawson stole it right out from under me!”
Kelly checked her omni-tool again and saw that as far as her biometric sensors could tell Miss Lilium was telling the truth, or as she knew it anyway. “Well, since you’ve been so truthful I believe you deserve a little reward.” With that the sybian fired up again and didn’t stop until Hope’s back arched and her eyes rolled back as she cried out in ecstasy. Waves of orgasmic pulses flowed through her sexually tortured body. Moments later the dark skinned form of Hope Lilium passed out and slumped in her restraints, finally silent after screaming her release.
Kelly couldn’t help but feel aroused by the sight of the slumped naked form of Miss Lilium. She decided to leave her trussed up in the cargo hold, not wanting to sully herself further by being in her presence. As she exited the cargo hold she noticed two Alliance marines, both women, standing guard outside.
“Don’t let her out of her restraints for any reason. She is an extremely dangerous woman, even when restrained,” Kelly instructed the two marines.
“Aye aye, ma’am!” the two acknowledged.
“Good, carry on.” Kelly left the two marines for the central lift and keyed in the access code for the Loft, smiling all the way up.
In the meantime Hope was starting to wake up from her orgasm induced stupor and let loose an uncharacteristic snarl. “Mark my words, Chambers. I’m going to flay you alive!”
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SR-2; Deck 3, Forward batteries
Garrus was hard at work examining his new favourite place on the ship. In front of him was the partially installed Plasma Accelerator Cannon, and he was in love with it. He had participated in the recovery efforts of a number of Geth warships and even assisted with the development of the turian Thanix Cannon, but Cerberus it seems had made massive improvements. Instead of a molten tungsten-uranium slug the PAC fires a highly concentrated and hyper-accelerated 5 kilogram sliver of tungsten infused plasma tapped directly from the ship’s fusion reactors to 10% light-speed.
“A beauty isn’t it?” said a human male’s voice which snapped Garrus out of his trance. “The designers said that this beast can cut through even the ASV Destiny Ascension’s shields and still have enough power to at the very least breach her armour.” The human was roughly six foot tall, had a rough eastern-European look and had short brown hair. “Lieutenant Kaidan Alenko, at your service,” he said as he held out his hand.
Garrus eyed the lieutenant through narrowed eyes. “Garrus Vakarian. I didn’t see you on the Rules of Acquisition, Lieutenant. I’m assuming your Commander Shepard’s little mole in Cerberus?”
Alenko smiled back. “That’s me. I was undercover for four years. You can’t imagine how often I had to stay my biotics from crushing every Cerberus xenophobe I encountered.” A biotic aura manifested itself at the mention of xenophobe, but it quickly vanished. “Sorry about that. Being an L2 can sometimes be a pain in the ass.”
Garrus hummed in thought as he reached out and accepted the Lieutenant’s handshake. “Perfectly understandable. I knew an asari maiden or two back in C-Sec that couldn’t help stop their biotic auras from manifesting themselves when they were under stress.”
Kaidan smiled back. “Really?”
Garrus nodded as he took his hand back. “You’ve known the Commander long?”
Kaidan nodded back. “Met him during my survival training on Titan. I joined the Alliance Marine Corp not long after BAaT got shut down, mostly so I could fight. I wasn’t exactly a model Alliance recruit back in those days. Commander Shepard managed to straighten me out by knocking a couple of my teeth out.”
This made Garrus’ eyes widen. “That doesn’t sound like the Commander. He usually handles people much more civilly, except for the occasional Cerberus recruiter, terrorist, pirate or slaver.”
Kaidan chuckled back. “Yes, well, the Commander always did have a nasty temper, especially when he was younger. He also has a slight mean streak when he disciplines his troops.”
Garrus’ attention returned to the PAC. “I see that the weapon isn’t complete. I assume the rest of the pieces are down on the hangar deck?”
Kaidan nodded. “Need a hand bringing them up?”
“Sure, I could also use a hand putting this gun together,” said Garrus as the two of them headed for the hangar deck via the central lift. As soon as they stepped out they were quickly met by the muzzle of a rather large shotgun pointed at the turian’s head and the bloodthirsty grin of Urdnot Wreav.
“Remember me?” said Wreav just as his talon began to squeeze the trigger.
In a flash of biotics Kaidan kicked straight into the krogan’s chest which sent him flying across the length of the hangar deck and straight into the forward ramp with an audible clang. As Wreav slid down the ramp and back down to the deck in a dazed heap, leaving behind a noticeable dent in the armoured ramp, both Kaidan and Garrus drew their pistols. Garrus drew an M-6 Carnifex with a holographic scope and heavy barrel mod, while Kaidan drew a Cerberus M-358 Talon with incendiary mode activated. A few marines in the hangar saw the flying krogan and the glow of biotics. They immediately grabbed their weapons and backed up the two senior officers.
“You know this krogan, Garrus?” Kaidan asked as he trained his pistol at Wreav’s armour plated head.
“Yeah. He was part of the Alliance assault on Minuteman Station, one of the mercs Urdnot Wrex recruited,” said Garrus as he too aimed his pistol at Wreav’s head, or more precisely his left eye.
“So if we shoot this idiot we’re going to have a trouble with the rest of the krogan mercs?” Kaidan asked.
“No,” said a deep rumbling voice behind them. Kaidan risked a glance behind him and saw a massive hulking krogan in blood red armour. “I am Urdnot Wrex, and that sorry excuse for varren shit is my brood brother Wreav. We share the same mother, but nothing else!”
Wreav finally awoke from his dazed state and tried to raise his shotgun, only to have it pulled out of his hands by Kaidan’s biotic pull. “Big mistake human!” growled Wreav as he got back up and rushed towards Kaidan, only to be stopped in his tracks by a stasis field, much to the amusement of Wrex.
“Nice one human. Is it a permeable stasis field or just a simpler solid field?” Wrex asked.
“A simple solid one. I haven’t completely mastered stasis just yet,” Kaidan answered dejectedly.
Wrex stepped forward and seemed to study the stasis field. “Still impressive for a human. How long does it last?”
Kaidan perked up a little. “It self-sustains itself for roughly thirty seconds, but if I focus I have been able to sustain it for several minutes. Only problem is that if I sustain it too long I get terrible migraines.”
This confused Wrex. “Huh?”
Kaidan explained. “I’m wired with the L2 biotic suite. The first generation human biotic implants, the L1s, barely allows humans to control their biotic powers, though limited in sheer strength. The L2 implants sometimes grant far more power, almost equal to asari commandoes in some cases, however they can cause some rather severe side-effects. I’m one of the lucky ones that only gets migraines.”
“And the unlucky ones?” Wrex asked.
Kaidan shrugged his shoulders. “Insanity, crippling pains, mental disabilities...”
This raised Wrex’s opinion of the human. “Damn. You are a tough one, for a human,” he said with a wide toothy grin.
Kaidan smirked back. “So, any ideas about what to do about Wreav?”
Wrex turned to glare at his brood brother. “I have a few ideas. Wreav, I thought I told you to play nice with the turian and the humans?!”
Wreav growled in anger and tried to break free with brute force. “And I said I would kill that turian bastard once the mission was over. The Alliance has the ship now. My contract is complete. Now get me the hell out of this thing!”
“Relax, varren shit!” Wrex growled. “You heard the human. You should be getting out of that stasis field any second now!”
At that moment the stasis field failed and Wrex reared his head back and knocked Wreav on his ass. Wreav wasn’t down long as he got back up almost immediately to tackle Wrex, only to be backhanded with a biotically enhanced punch from Wrex back onto the deck.
“Why do you always have to make things harder than they have to be?” said Wrex as he towered over his fallen brood brother.
Wreav’s face turned into a nasty snarl. “You are weak, Wrex. We should be out there exterminating the turians and salarians.”
Wrex glowed with a violent biotic aura. “Then why are you lying there on the deck like a kicked varren?”
“For this!” In that instant Wreav pulled a knife from his boot and aimed a thrust at Wrex’s groin plate.
Garrus’ keen eye spotted the knife the moment it was drawn. He took careful aim and fired one shot at Wreav’s knife hand, shattering the delicate bones in his hand and stopping the blade’s thrust before impact.
Wrex’s biotic aura became even more powerful and violent as his blood rage took hold. “Goodbye, brother!” With that Wrex proceeded to pummel his brother into the deck, not letting Wreav have any openings. He stomped on Wreav’s crippled hand then biotically lifted him then slammed him back onto the deck. This made the Alliance marines, Cerberus defectors and turian in the audience to quickly vacate the immediate area as the two krogan tore each other apart.
From the lift Lieutenant Vega came out to a scene not unlike an ancient gladiatorial bout, and he decided to watch the show next to Garrus and Kaidan. “Anyone taking bets?” he asked as Wrex blasted Wreav with a warp field, cracking his brother’s shields.
“Put me down for twenty on Wrex,” said Garrus to the surprise of Kaidan.
“Shouldn’t we, I don’t know, stop this?” Kaidan asked.
Vega looked at his fellow Lieutenant askance. “You want to get in between a pair of krogan in the middle of a blood rage fuelled slugfest? This is better than pay-per-view!”
“Besides, if we interfere we’ll become targets too,” said the deep rumbling voice of Charr, a krogan in blue armour and wearing a mechanics vest with various tools sticking out of several pockets. “Put me down for fifty on Wrex. You don’t bet against a krogan battle master with biotics.”
“Biotics ain’t everything. I’ll put ten on the other one,” said Vega as Wreav finally got back up and got in a few good punches, making Wrex stagger back slightly.
Wrex’s fist glowed with violent biotic fury as he bull-rushed Wreav. The two of them crashed into the forward ramp, which Wreav once again took the brunt of the impact and slumped back down onto the deck. Wrex then drew his arm back and aimed straight for Wreav’s groin. With a sickening crunch of metal and flesh Wreav’s balls were crushed and a shrill shriek, a sound nobody expected from a krogan, wrenched itself out of his mouth, and every male in the room unconsciously winced and moved to protect their privates.
Wrex then picked up the knife that Wreav dropped earlier, a long and wicked looking thing, then stomped back towards his brother. Wreav was still moaning pitifully on the deck when Wrex plunged the knife down into his chest, directly into his primary heart, then pulled it out and plunged it straight into Wreav’s secondary heart and harshly twisted it left and right and looked into the eyes of a dying Wreav, snarling as the life drained out of them. After the last spark of life went out of his eyes Wrex wrenched the knife out of Wreav’s chest and wiped the blood off on his clothes.
“Wreav is now only an empty shell. Toss him out the nearest airlock!” Wrex commanded. A small number of marines came forward and carried the dead krogan off the hangar deck and into one of the smaller airlocks, then unceremoniously flushed Wreav into space.
Wrex merely stood there and watched.
“So, who’s going to inform Commander Shepard?” Kaidan asked.
Garrus gave the Alliance mole a turian smirk. “I think you just volunteered yourself!”
Kaidan took a quick look at the lift. “I’ll notify him in a few hours. I don’t think he would appreciate being interrupted right now.”
Garrus’ smirk grew a little. “Then you and Vega can help me get these crates up to the Main Battery room and help me complete the main gun’s installation.”
“Better that than an angry Commander Shepard,” said Kaidan as both he and Lieutenant Vega got the required crates.
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Unknown Location; Z+5 Hours
In an expansive office with a view of a pulsating red and blue sun a man wearing an expensive suit and sitting in an elaborate office chair studied a holographic pad with a certain Alliance Navy Commando’s, now Citadel Council Spectre, bio as he sipped from his little tumbler of bourbon. Shepard had in the last two years proven himself to be one hell of a pain in his organization’s butt, and he had been trying to recruit the tenacious bastard ever since he proved himself at the Battle of the Citadel. Today had not been a good day for the Illusive Man.
He thought that his best bet had been Miranda Lawson, a beautiful woman with an even sharper mind, might have been able to entice him into bed with his organization. If he indeed led the attack on Minuteman Station then Shepard has proven himself to be too much of a rogue element for his plans as he finished reading a report about the destruction of Minuteman Station and the possible theft of his latest warship, the Carthage SR-2. A small ping sounded from the Quantum Entanglement Communicator(QEC) installed in the floor of his office.
Moments later a life-sized hologram of a human in Cerberus Shade Armour, sans helmet, displaying his mixed Asian Slavic ancestry, despite the Delumcore Overlay headgear he wore.
“Agent Kai Leng, report!”
“We’ve found the Minuteman Station’s black box and we’ve confirmed that Commander Shepard led the attack, and that it was Miranda Lawson that set off the self-destruct. However since we know that the ship launched before the station self-destructed and we haven’t seen any sign of the SR-2 at any of our backup sites, we have to assume that Shepard took it.”
This made the Illusive Man tighten his modified eyes, but that was all the emotion he would let past his mask. “Very well. Have your techs continue their analysis of the data and begin a search for the SR-2. I want that ship back and as intact as possible!”
“No promises sir. My specialty leans more towards elimination, rather than retrieval. May I recommend that you abandon your base of operations. It might be possible that Miranda Lawson may be compromised. Commander Shepard is known to be a most charismatic and charming individual.” A barely concealed scowl marred his face. “He certainly was during our days at ICT.”
If the Illusive Man’s face was merely impassive, it was downright stony now. “Is that merely your dislike for the Commander speaking, or do you have some evidence that Miranda Lawson might have turned traitor?”
“Not necessarily of her own volition. She might have been taken prisoner, or perhaps her control chip has been discovered and removed,” said Leng. “Can you imagine what her reaction would be if she found out that Cerberus had her chipped?”
The Illusive Man thought over the possibility and remembered that Miranda had over the last year and a half been working to bring Commander Shepard into the fold, and her reports had generally been positive, but guarded at the same time. She also was against the remote controlled suicide implant, remembering her call it a ‘murder implant,’ before he implanted a control chip in her brain during a routine medical check-up and changed her mind.
“A distinct possibility. If she truly has gone over to Shepard’s side eliminate her and any of her compatriots she has liberated from our control.”
Kai Leng bowed his head. “By your command,” he said as his hologram winked out.
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SR-2; Deck 2, bridge, Z+11.7 Hours
A fresh faced Commander Shepard and Miranda Lawson came onto the bridge. Hawthorne saw the two of them in a rear-view mirror he’d set up so that he didn’t have to turn the chair around to see who was behind him.
“Commander Shepard, Director Lawson,” greeted Hawthorne as he concentrated on piloting the SR-2. “Good timing sirs, we are just about to enter the Asgard system.”
The SR-2 quickly passed the system’s Oort cloud and into the system itself, slowing down from FTL to a more sedate 50% of light-speed, and headed straight for the first planet in the system, Terra Nova. In orbit was a large, ugly and misshapen asteroid, designated X57, with numerous craters and holes drilled into the surface. One particular crater though was larger than most and had active running lights around the perimeter. From a hidden hanger a flight of four F-61 Trident class fighters launched and headed directly on an intercept course.
“Sir, we’ve just been challenged by a flight of Alliance fighters,” Hawthorne reported as he applied reverse thrust to slow down for final approach.
Shepard walked over to a nearby communications console. “This is Commander Shepard, transmitting clearance codes.”
A few moments later the four Alliance fighters took up escort positions alongside the SR-2. One of them even shook its wings, an age old pilot’s greeting.
“This is Wolves Den Tower requesting you turn over control of your helm to us,” said a pleasant enough sounding female Alliance operator.
Shepard nodded reassuringly to Hawthorne who nodded back as he turned over control. The normally gold and orange console holograms turned to a reassuring blue.
“Wolves Den Tower you have control?” asked Shepard as he winked at Miranda who merely shook her head.
“Affirmative, Commander Shepard. Enjoy the ride, and welcome home!”
“SSV Blackbird SR-2 confirms,” said Shepard, much to Miranda’s surprise.
“I thought you were keeping the original name?” she asked.
“There’s already an SSV Carthage in the Alliance Navy, and since this is the first Alliance destroyer, or as most races would call her a super frigate, I get to choose the name. What better name for a stealth ship?”
Miranda shook her head at her man, while a short giggle sounded from a slight distortion in the air.
“I like it,” said Kasumi as she disengaged her tactical cloak. “I think it matches our commander’s purpose.” Miranda smiled at the younger woman then turned back to the view outside.
Within minutes the Blackbird came in to hover over the crater and slowly lowered itself down and through a series of armoured doors that only opened when the ship was a few metres above them and quickly sealed themselves after as they were led deeper and deeper into the complex.
“Quite impressive for an Alliance facility,” said Miranda as she took in the view of multiple hangar bays as the ship rotated as it went down the transit tunnel. The hangars were mostly filled with fighters, but a couple of them housed a corvette or two.
Shepard nodded back. “Once most of the minerals were extracted the Terra Nova government began to refit the mining facilities into an orbital space port. The Alliance Engineering Corps assisted with construction. I brought up the idea of also building a small shipyard for starship maintenance. What we’re in right now is the Skunkworks section. I think you can guess what its named after?”
The Blackbird was led into a larger hangar bay where an old friend sat docked. The SSV Normandy SR-1, the much smaller older brother to the SR-2 class. Moments later the Blackbird settled into the dock and docking clamps locked down onto the hull and wings as a long gantry-tube extended towards the forward airlock. Shepard and Miranda headed towards the airlock and awaited their latest guest.
Not long after, after the tell-tale noise of decontamination completed itself the inner doors of the airlock opened to admit a tall, bald, dark skinned man wearing an Alliance Navy officer’s uniform, whom Shepard sharply saluted while both Miranda and Kasumi merely bowed their heads to in greeting.
“Permission to come aboard?” the Alliance Captain asked in a deep voice as he returned the salute.
“Permission granted. Welcome aboard the Blackbird, Captain Anderson!” said Commander Shepard as the two old comrades in arms grasped each other’s hands.
“Well, it seems congratulations are in order, Shepard. Good work.” Captain Anderson then surveyed the two ladies that accompanied his most trusted soldier. “I assume these two are either Cerberus defectors or part of the assault team?”
“My apologies, sir. This is Kasumi Goto, a stealth and tech expert. A recent associate of mine,” said Shepard as Kasumi bowed deeply as befitting a man of Anderson’s rank. “And this is Miranda Lawson, the Cerberus Operative that tried to recruit me last year, sir. I believe that was in my report?”
Captain Anderson appraised the beautiful woman before him. She reminded him of some of the colder Systems Alliance Intelligence(SAI) agents he had worked with in the past. Cold, clinical and highly intelligent was all he could get from her stance and eyes. He reached out his hand and she took it in a surprisingly strong grip.
“A pleasure to meet you, Captain,” said Miranda in a neutral tone. All shields up, both kinetic and personal.
“Nice to see the face behind the reports. I assume she has your full trust, Commander?” the Captain asked.
“Yes sir. Every ex-Cerberus member aboard has my trust...” began Shepard.
“But you should probably monitor all of us closely,” said Miranda. “Not everyone may have been implanted with activated control chips, like I and a few others were.”
Anderson nodded to her. “That’s exactly what SAI is going to do, however due to your familiarity with both this ship and Cerberus operations it is more than likely that we will let you work with Shepard in whatever capacity he deems you useful for. He’s a Spectre and has already pardoned every former Cerberus defector you brought with you.” He then smiled at all three. “How about we start with an inspection of the ship?“
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AN:I hope my readers have enjoyed this little interlude.
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