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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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It was a tense ride in the lift, Kelly staring straight ahead at the door with her hands crossed behind her back. After a moment of silence, her companion finally spoke.

"I... I think I've been unfair to you," Morgan said, eyes locked on the corner of the lift. "The way we brought you in, forcing you onto this ship... I guess I get why that could have made you a little raw about things."

The conciliatory tone of Morgan's words should have put Kelly at ease. But considering the wild swings in this woman's temperament that she had already seen in her short time on this ship, Kelly felt all her nerves tense. Cautiously, she said, "It's okay, ma'am."

"No, I don't think it is," Morgan said. "What happened down on Ontarom has gotten me thinking a bit. Times like these, you never know if the next time you talk to somebody could be the last. And it's made me realize just how unfairly I've been treating you. Just a few days after I pulled you away from your home, forced you to be separated from your bitch, here I am throwing all these games and tests at you. And I so wanted us to be friends."

As the lift doors opened, she turned to Kelly. "I mean, what the hell was I thinking? After you'd gone so long without getting a chance to see your bitch... shit, if I was in your shoes, even I might have been a little tempted if an opportunity to sample someone else's bitch had come around. Especially an amazing one like mine. What I did... it was like handing a bottle of whiskey to an alcoholic and then telling him not to drink it. It was cruel and unfair, and definitely not the sort of thing friends do to each other. So, I apologize."

Kelly struggled to keep her composure, not wanting to do or say anything that might destroy this positive change in mood. "It's not necessary," Kelly said, then dared to test the waters. "Although... it would be nice if I could see Sa... see my bitch, like you said I could."

"You will," Morgan said, leading Kelly out of the lift. Kelly started heading in the direction of Morgan's office, but the burly security officer stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. "Very soon, Kelly. But there's one thing I want you to do for me first."

And there came the tension again. "Whatever you want," Kelly meekly said, as Morgan directed her towards the door to the port observation room.

"Oh, don't be so nervous," Morgan said, a light smile on her face. "It's nothing bad at all. As our leader so forcefully informed you, we lost four people down on Ontarom. It's been a while since we lost anybody, and I'm sure some of the ladies are feeling a little raw about it, even if they don't show it. So I decided that we need to have a little... I guess you could call it a wake of sorts. Give everybody a chance to have a few drinks and remember the people we lost. Figured you might want to join us."

Kelly remembered her time alone in the shuttle bay, and how closely she had come to being stripped and assaulted by the Phantoms who had remained behind. "I don't know, Morgan," she cautiously said. "Your people, they don't seem to like me very much."

"But they will," Morgan said, her expression hardening. "Once they get a chance to know you, I'm sure you'll all get along just fine. Not to mention... if any of those cunts give you any problems, I promise I will personally beat the shit out of them for you." She gave Kelly a beaming smile. "That's what friends do after all, right?"

Kelly didn't want to lecture Morgan on her strange definition of friendship, so she just gave a nod.

"Alright then," Morgan said, as she opened the door to the observation room. "Let's go have a good time, huh?"

As soon the door slid open, the sound of loud, pumping bass hit Kelly in the face. Evidently the wake wasn't going to be a very somber affair. When Kelly lingered outside, Morgan took her by the hand and pulled her into the room.

The rest of the surviving Phantoms were already lounging on the couches or hovering around the bar. Their armor had been removed, and the burly, intimidating women all wore casual clothing as they talked and drank. As soon as Morgan and Kelly stepped into the room, all conversation stopped, as the group of Cerberus mercenaries all glared daggers at Kelly.

"What the hell is she doing here?" asked one of them gruffly. "She ain't one of us."

"Yeah, you gonna let that Alliance trash hang around with us?" another one directed towards Morgan. "Rather drink with a bunch of filthy vorcha than some alien-loving traitor to humanity."

"Hey!" Morgan exclaimed, her voice heard loud and clear even over the high volume of the party music. "You see that insignia on her uniform? That says that Kelly's one of us. Maybe we had to bring her on with a gun pointed at her head, but you ever consider that maybe if we treated her with some goddamn decency, she might work with us willingly? Worth a damn shot at least."

Not very likely, Kelly thought to herself. But at the very least, Morgan's words made the other Phantoms stop delivering angry stares in her direction. They returned to their previous conversations, while Morgan and Kelly walked over to the couch on the far side of the room.

"You want something to drink?" Morgan said. "Bar doesn't have a lot, but I'm sure we could find something you'd like."

Kelly shook her head as she sat down on the couch. "I'm okay, thanks."

"Aw, come on," Morgan said. "Probably not going to get a chance like this again. After our next stop, it's gonna be work-work-work from there on out. Try to enjoy yourself just a little, huh?"

It was insane, this woman thinking that Kelly could "loosen up" while she was being held hostage and forced to watch her friends and loved ones being turned into sex toys. But again, she didn't want to piss off this unbalanced woman. "Sure, okay. Just one drink."

"That's the spirit! I'll pick something good out for you," Morgan grinned, then walked over to the bar. Kelly sat by herself nervously, eyes on the floor as she prayed that this "wake" didn't last too long. The prospect of finally getting to see Sam again was the only thing keeping her from running out of the room and hiding back in the cockpit with Erin.

"Hey, there, cutie," a sultry voice said above her. Kelly looked up and saw two of the Phantoms had wandered over to her area of the room, drinks in hand. Kelly immediately recognized them as two of the women who had tried to assault her down in the shuttle bay. "You mind if we sit?"

Kelly had barely opened her mouth, before the two of them dropped down onto the cushions on either side of her. "Morgan says we're supposed to make nice with you," the other Phantom said, smirking at Kelly and nakedly eying her body. "So here we are. Being nice."

Keeping her eyes focused in front of her, trying not to tremble in the presence of these dangerous women, Kelly spoke softly. "I'm sorry about your friends," she said softly.

"Eh, fuck 'em," the first Phantom said, taking a long sip of her drink. "Never liked them much anyway. Especially that bitch Rena. Always keeping that stash of hers locked up, never let us get high without paying her a fucking fortune in credits. Well, ain't nothing stopping us now, huh?"

"Never did figure out how she got to be Morgan's favorite little boot-licker," the other Phantom said. "Guess it's because they'd been working together since damn near the start." She let out a sigh. "Shit, I miss the good old days. Things were a lot more fun back then." She licked her lips as she crept a hand onto Kelly's thigh. "Sweet little thing like you, back then you wouldn't have needed a uniform. No, if we'd brought you in a year ago, you'd have been passed around the barracks like a..."

"Everything alright over here?" Morgan said, returning with a drink in each hand. She glanced between the two Phantoms at Kelly's side, then back at Kelly. "These two aren't giving you a hard time, are they?"

Feeling the glares of the two women on her sides, Kelly quickly shook her head. "No, things have been just fine," she said, as Morgan handed her down a drink.

"Yeah, we've been having a nice little chat with Miss Chambers here," the Phantom on Kelly's left said, as she quickly removed her hand from Kelly's leg. "Talking about the good old days, how things were back when we first signed up."

"Sure, Karlie, sure," Morgan said to the Phantom, narrowing her eyes. "Just be sure you stick to talking, and keep that hand of yours to itself. Or I might decide to grab my sword from the barracks and take it from you," she glanced over at the other Phantom. "You too, Nerine. Behave yourselves."

Nerine gave Morgan a withering glare, but finally said, "Yes, ma'am." Morgan still looked doubtful, but she eventually turned away to join the rest of the party.

Tasting cautiously at her drink, Kelly winced as the strong liquor burned its way down her throat. Still, it had a sweet aftertaste that wasn't entirely unpleasant, and Kelly found herself taking a longer draw at the glass. "So, you were saying about the old days?" she asked her unwelcome drinking companions. Better to keep them talking, she figured, and not have them focused on other things.

"Hell, yeah," Nerine said. "We came in just after the war ended. While the relays were down and everybody was fighting for whatever scraps they could manage. Back then me and Karlie were on the Wildfire, pirate ship operating in the Omega Nebula."

"In the Omega Nebula, really?" Kelly asked, sipping from her drink again. "I wouldn't have thought Aria would have allowed that sort of thing."

Karlie scoffed. "After the war? Shit, Aria couldn't give a fuck what was going on outside that little space station of hers. She didn't dare set foot off of Omega after that coup Cerberus pulled on her. Well, the old Cerberus, that is. Purple bitch was so worried about having her station taken away from her again, she turtled up in Omega and let us go about our business. And considering how many ships were stranded in the Omega Nebula after those relays went kaput, pirate and otherwise, it ended up being a fucking war zone before too long."

"Yeah, but lucky for us, we chose the winning side," Nerine said. "One day, the Wildfire was scouring the Fathar system for some fresh plunder, when out of nowhere this fucking juiced-up cruiser is on us. Had us seriously outgunned, wasn't any way we could have taken them on in that old rust bucket. We get a hail, saying that if the captain surrendered himself, his crew, and our cargo over to them, that he'd be offered an opportunity to serve in the new Cerberus."

The memory made Karlie laugh. "Captain didn't like that one too much, though. He and the first mate wanted to go down fighting. But me and Nerine, ain't never been the 'death or glory' types. While the captain and mate were busy with the controls, we crept up behind them, stuck our omni-blades in their throats, and declared ourselves the new head bitches in charge." She glanced over at Nerine and arched an eyebrow. "Good thing we did, too."

"Yeah, the rest of the crew thought they were going to get the same offer we did when we surrendered the ship," Nerine said. "Turns out Brooks and Shepard had different plans for them. By the time it was over, we were on the operating table getting our Phantom mods, and the rest of those fuckers got sent down to the labs for the doc to play with."

"Ah, that shit was great," Karlie said. "We fucking owned the Omega Nebula. By the time they brought the relay back up, every last pirate in the cluster was dead, working for Cerberus, or being dosed up by Ruben. Lotsa credits, lotsa action... and enough pussy to fucking drown in."

Nerine let out a long, wistful sigh. "You remember that one ship we nabbed? Bunch of rich university kids got themselves lost on their way to Omega? Bet they didn't expect their Spring Break to end quite like that."

"Oh, yeah, that mouthy little blonde with the tramp stamp, fuck her," Karlie said, taking on a high, whiny tone. "'Oh, you'll never get away with this! My daddy will pay for an army of mercs to find you and kill you!' Yeah, well, those mercs must have gotten held up in traffic, I suppose. Never showed up to keep me from busting that bitch's pussy wide-open with the biggest strap-on we had. After a few hours of fucking, little spoiled cunt wasn't nearly as mouthy, was she?"

The two of them laughed, and Kelly started to laugh too before she stopped herself, realizing there was nothing at all funny in Karlie's horrific tale. Must have been the alcohol going to her head. It had been a while since she'd done any serious drinking, and whatever drink Morgan had handed her was already making her feel a little tipsy.

"Yeah, the good old days," Nerine wistfully said. "Before the money man came in and had Brooks and Shepard sign on for this big scheme of his."

"This money man," Kelly asked, unconsciously sipping from her drink again without thinking, "Who is he? You know anything about him?"

Nerine shook her head. "Nada. Don't even know if it's a 'he' or 'she' to be honest. About seven months ago, he showed up at our doorstep with a shitload of credits, ships, and resources for the bosses to play with." A sour look came to her face. "Guess it worked out good for them, but with all that cash on hand, wasn't any need for us to keep hijacking ships anymore."

"Hell, last few months we've just been sitting around on our asses at home base, waiting for some shit to do," Karlie said. "Until the bosses and the money man finally sent us out on this mission, that is." She shrugged. "Guess it was worth the wait, considering all the prime tail we've got stowed down in the cargo holds."

Kelly took a drink to hide the frown that came to her face. That "prime tail" Karlie was talking about included the woman Kelly loved. God, she hoped Sam was alright. At least having a drink or two was loosening her up a bit, relieving the constant tension she'd been feeling ever since coming onto this ship.

After that, Nerine and Karlie continued their reminiscences of past battles and kidnappings. Trying her best to tune out their bloody, ghastly tales, Kelly scanned the room, watching as the other Phantoms drank and laughed. Eventually, she glanced over her shoulder to the card table at the back of the room. For the first time since she arrived, she noticed that someone had draped a sheet over the table. From the lumps protruding up on the sheet's surface, there was something hidden beneath the cotton drape. "What's under there?" she asked.

Nerine turned around and saw the sheet. "Hell if I know," she said, her voice slurring a little as she finished off her drink. "Was like that when we came in here, I think."

Standing up, Kelly felt a bit of a head rush, and nearly tumbled back down to her seat before regaining her footing. Stepping around her drinking companions, she walked over to the shrouded table. As she approached the table, and whatever lay underneath the sheet, she thought she could hear a faint buzzing sound underneath the din of the loud music.

Just as she gripped the edge of the sheet and started lifting it, she felt someone behind her. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," said Morgan. Kelly's hand immediately snapped away from the sheet, as she spun to face the blond-haired Phantom leader.

"What's under there?" Kelly asked Morgan.

"You're a curious little kitty, aren't you?" Morgan said, taking Kelly by the shoulder and leading her away from the obscured card table. "They'll be plenty of time for that later. Right now we've got more important things to handle." Pausing next to one of the Phantoms, she leaned in close to her. "Hey, Wells. Party's dying down a little. How about you go grab some of the good stuff from down below, keep this ladies from getting too thirsty."

"Yes, ma'am," Wells responded, the Phantom leaving the room immediately. Once she was gone, Morgan walked over to the wall panel controlling the music and deactivated it.

"Everybody's attention, please!" Morgan yelled to the room, waiting for the group to quiet down before speaking again. "Before we start off this party proper, I think we should take a moment to remember the people we've lost. Everybody, fill up your glasses if you're running low!"

Morgan glanced over at Kelly, and the nearly empty cup in her hands. "Here, give me that," she said to one of the Phantoms tending bar, turning with a bottle and spilling the liquid inside straight up to the brim of Kelly's glass. After Morgan was finished pouring, the bottle was handed to another one of the women in the room, and went around until everybody's glass was full.

"In a circle, everybody in the center here," Morgan said, bringing Kelly along as the group of them moved into position. "Alright. I just want to say a word or two about the departed. Now I know you ladies don't always get along. Bet a lot of you probably care more about whether your pay is gonna go up now that there's less of you to split the credits with. But we oughta at least remember our comrades. Because if they hadn't been there to take the bullet, it might have been one of you cunts with your brains decorating the pavement. So let's drink... to Sela Hamish. Deadliest with a shotgun I ever saw, and nerves of steel. To Sela..."

"To Sela!" the rest of the Phantoms repeated, each of them tossing back a swig of their drink. Kelly followed suit, the sweet-tasting liquor going down a little smoother now.

"And to Maxine Altman!" Morgan continued. "Girl was one of the fastest I'd ever seen, even before she got the Phantom mods. And after that... well, I hope the devil's got on his running shoes, because he's gonna need 'em if he's hoping to drag Max down to hell. To Max!"

"To Max!" Kelly and the rest of the Phantoms said together, taking another long pull on their glasses. Kelly, of course, had just about no respect for the departed Phantoms, but it was better to play along, pretend to be a part of the team.

"Tanya Templeton," Morgan said. "Can't say I got to know her all that well. But when I gave an order, she never hesitated. Never showed an ounce of fear. She was a true soldier of Cerberus, right up to the end. To Tanya!"

"To Tanya!" the group echoed. As Kelly took another drink, she found herself nearly tumbling backwards, before Morgan's hand on her back kept her from hitting the floor. What the hell was in this stuff?

"And lastly... to Rena," Morgan said, struggling to contain her emotions. "Rena Bratcher was... well, shit, you all know how tight me and her were. She was with us from damn near the beginning of this whole thing. We saw a lot of action together, her and I. Even with all that shit she smoked, she was still one of the best damn fighters I ever saw. So... to Rena!"

"To Rena!" the room intoned, each of them finishing the last swallows in their glasses. It was bizarre, but seeing these women together like this, honoring their fallen comrades... they may have been the enemy, but it was a reminder to Kelly that they were human beings, just like her. Not monsters, not heartless beasts, but...

"Well, with that done," Morgan said, her booming voice interrupting Kelly's thoughts. "Let's also remember that these four women sacrificed their lives for a reason. That their deaths helped us achieve our mission, and bring back a couple of valuable prizes..."

And as if on cue, the door to the observation room opened. Kelly turned, and her alcohol-induced buzz was immediately dampened as she saw what lay on the other side of the door.

"Ladies, I present to you," Morgan said, as Wells shoved the two naked, dark-haired women into the room, "The lovely Lawson sisters, Miranda and Oriana. And in honor of our fallen comrades... let's give these fine ladies a proper Cerberus welcome!"
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