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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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They were all watching her. She could feel the eyes of all of the Normandy's crew on her. They had figured her out, knew what her intentions were. And before she even had a chance to take another step, they'd have her tied up and stripped down next to Sam.

As a psychologist, Kelly knew it wasn't true. That it was just her own mind playing tricks on her, and that none of them had any reason to suspect what she was up to. But still, she felt like every last member of the crew were burning holes into her with their eyes as she walked through the CIC and entered the lift down to Deck 3.

Catching a breath as the lift doors slid shut, Kelly activated her omni-tool. As she had promised, Kasumi had directed a set of instructions there, along with the all-caps warning to "DELETE THIS IMMEDIATELY AFTER USING." Kelly studied the instructions carefully, not that they were all that complicated. The escape pods were designed to be easy to deploy after all. Easy to deploy... and escape in.

As the lift doors slid open, Kelly struggled to keep her emotions under control. She knew that Kasumi was right. That an attempt to free Kelly and the rest of her fellow captives would be doomed to failure. Especially now that Brooks and her clone companion were aware of a spy on the ship. She knew that Kasumi's best option, her only option, was to get off the ship before they could find her. And considering what happened to the rest of Cerberus's female captives, Kelly had a good idea what would end up happening to Kasumi if she stayed and was caught.

But still, Kelly could feel anger welling up from the pit of her stomach. Kasumi was going to leave them. Go back to safety on the Orpheus and leave them all here to continue suffering. Mostly, what had Kelly feeling so angry was the hope that had swelled in her after Kasumi had appeared next to her at the bar and told Kelly that she had a plan. This is it, Kelly had thought. We're finally going to be free of this. Me and Sam... and Shepard... and everyone else. This nightmare is finally over.

But it wasn't. And despite Kasumi's assurances that Jacob and the Orpheus would free them as soon as they could, Kelly couldn't help but fear that salvation was still a long way away. If it existed at all.

She had made a promise to Kasumi, however, and she intended to see it through. After all, Kasumi could have left immediately after finding out that her cover had been blown. She was still putting herself at risk by staying behind to do... whatever it was she was doing in the cockpit. And she was counting on Kelly to help her, so Kelly would do her part. Even if it hurt like hell to watch her and Sam's best hope for salvation fly away.

Walking through the mess hall, Kelly breathed a sigh of relief. The crew were busy attending to their duties in preparation for Brooks and the clone's return, and there wasn't any sign of anyone in the usually populated area of the ship. And yet, the sound of her own footsteps seemed to echo loudly across the bulkheads as she worked her way over to the escape pod control panel.

"Keep it steady, Kelly," she muttered to herself, as she referred to Kasumi's message and started entering the instructions.

As she worked, there was a part of her, small but undeniable, that considered Kasumi's offer from before. The two of them could easily fit in one of these pods, after all. And while it would be leaving Sam in the hands of these beasts... could what they would do to her be any worse than what Kelly had already done that night in the observation lounge?

But as soon as the thought crossed her mind, she felt guilty. Kelly's presence, her "loyalty" to Cerberus was the only thing keeping Morgan from tossing Sam off to her Phantoms. Kelly remembered the way Morgan had grinned and stroked her cock as Miranda and Oriana had been gang-raped in front of her. No doubt she would get just as much of a smile out of watching her underlings put on their strap-ons and put them to use on Sam if Kelly abandoned her.

Just the merest thought of Sam in the midst of those horrible creatures sent a shudder through Kelly, and almost made her forget where she was in the preparations of the escape pod. But she was able to recover, and entered in the last few button presses. A bright green light displayed on the panel, indicating that the pod was prepped and ready to be deployed. Satisfied that she had completed her task, Kelly turned...

...and nearly ran headlong into Henneman, who was standing directly behind her. Kelly stifled a terrified cry as the doctor stared with narrowed eyes from behind his glasses at her.

"Oh, my apologies," he said, in that smarmy way of his. "I hope I'm not interrupting something important."

"No, no, it's okay," Kelly said quickly, trying her best to sound innocent as she recited the story she had come up with on the way there. "Morgan sent a message back from Omega, asked me to check on a few things for her."

"Really?" Henneman asked, tilting his head and giving her a quizzical look. "Miss Lezayen had a pressing need for you to attend to the escape pods?"

Kelly gave him a shrug and befuddled smile, as she subtly moved between Henneman and the control panel, blocking his view from the message indicating the escape pod prepared and ready. "Hey, don't ask me. I just do what I'm told. Not like I could get away with doing much of anything else, after all."

"Indeed," Henneman said, his tone low and devoid of emotion. The stare he was giving Kelly sent a shiver down her spine. "You will forgive my suspicions. After all, it is no secret that you are not here entirely of your own free will. So seeing you here, entering commands into the controls for the Normandy escape pods... well, you could see how I might be concerned about your intentions."

"Look, doctor, I swear to you that I'm only doing what Morgan asked me to," Kelly said, struggling to keep her voice from trembling. "And besides, even if I had considered attempting to escape... you know why I wouldn't."

Henneman nodded. "Your lovely Miss Traynor, yes," Henneman said. "You really do love her, don't you?"

"I do," Kelly said, trying not to dwell on the image of Sam staring at her, coated with sweat and cum on the Port Observation Bay poker table.

The look Henneman gave her then was... odd. His eyes roamed up and down her body, taking in every inch of her. But not in that way Kelly was used to most men looking at her. No, Henneman looked more like a customer in a butcher shop, carefully eying a piece of meat.

"Perhaps, perhaps," Henneman said, the volume of his voice low and obviously directed more towards himself than to Kelly. After a moment more of careful inspection, he blinked his eyes, looking as if he'd been startled out of a particularly deep thought. "Well, I'll leave you to your task, then." He started to turn away, then smirked and remarked. "I only hope you attend to it better than the other assignment Miss Lezayen gave you."

Kelly gave the doctor a confused look, then gasped. "Ash!" she exclaimed, and started to head to the mess hall before Henneman raised a hand.

"Do not trouble yourself, Miss Chambers. Lieutenant Commander Williams has already been attended to," Henneman said. "Quite a hellcat, that one, but I've seen to it that she's been well-fed."

"Thank you," Kelly said, feeling somewhat reluctant to show any appreciation to this strange man. "You won't tell Morgan that I..."

Henneman started to laugh, that same low, simpering laugh that Kelly had heard the last time she had visited his office. "Of course not, Miss Chambers. I believe you will find, perhaps sooner than you might think, that I am quite good at keeping secrets."

And before Kelly could figure out what he meant by that, Henneman was already turning and walking away.

* * *

She was running out of time.

As her fingers worked feverishly on her omni-tool, bypassing the safeguards on the systems she was attempting to access, Kasumi did the mental math in her head. It had been about twenty minutes since Kelly had informed her that the shuttlecraft was on its way back. And if Kasumi's calculations were right – which they always were – she figured she had about ten minutes left to finish this up and make her break for the escape pods.

It's not enough time, she heard Keiji's voice in her head. Other than when she watched his memories on the greybox, it was the one other time she got to hear his voice: when she was taking too much of a risk. He had warned her against taking on the Collector base mission. Called her a fool when she had signed on to help with the Crucible project. And when she had volunteered to infiltrate the Normandy before Ontarom... well, he had spent that entire shuttle ride back asking Kasumi what the hell she was thinking.

And right about now, Kasumi had to admit that he had a point.

You'll never make it if you stay to finish, Keiji prodded her in her mind. If you leave now, forget about this AI's crazy plan and just bail out, you'd make it to the escape pod with no problems. But your window of opportunity is closing, Kasumi.

"Keiji, you're distracting me," Kasumi muttered to herself, narrowing her eyes as she concentrated on the work in front of her. Just a few more minutes. Five at the most. And she's be finished.

They'll cut you off, Keiji remains as insistent as ever. God, Kasumi could never win a fight with him. He just never gave up ground. If you don't leave now, they'll corner you here. You'll have no hope of escaping. And you know what's going to happen next.

"Yeah, I know," Kasumi said under her breath. Her fingers slowed as she saw images in her mind of Miranda and her sister being led naked into the Phantoms' little soiree and used like... no, no time to think about that. Almost finished.

Keiji was finally quiet. Good. But then another voice was in her mind. The last thing she wanted to hear right now.

Kasumi, you sure you want to do this? You're going to be in there by yourself. If things go bad, we might not be able to get to you in time.

Jacob, you worry too much, she had said to him then, moments before they gathered the team and flew down to Ontarom. I'll be just fine. They'll never even know I'm there.

Okay, fine. But just... promise me you won't take any unnecessary risks. And if things are looking bad, you jump in an escape pod and get the hell out of there before they find you. Promise me, Kasumi. He had reached out to her, his powerful hand caressing her cheek, in that way that had only happened before in her happiest of dreams. I... think we might have something here. Would hate to have Cerberus ruin another good thing for me.

"ATTENTION: ALL PERSONNEL," a robotic voice intoned from the control panel by her head. "COMMANDER SHEPARD HAS RETURNED TO THE NORMANDY. ALL HANDS TO YOUR STATIONS TO AWAIT FURTHER ORDERS."

Kasumi gasped. They were here. She had lost track of time in the midst of her work. She was so close to finishing, though. Just a few more protocols to bypass and the job would be complete.

No, Kasumi!, Keiji was screaming in her head. If you go now, you still might have a chance. Leave! Now!

Ladies, I present to you, the lovely Lawson sisters, Miranda and Oriana. And in honor of our fallen comrades... let's give these fine ladies a proper Cerberus welcome!

Would hate to have Cerberus ruin another good thing for me.

"Sorry, Jacob," Kasumi whispered, trying her best to keep her voice from trembling. "Looks like we might have to postpone things a little."

She worked as quickly as she could to finish up the last of her task.

* * *

"Grrrrrrggh!" snarled Aria, as three of the Phantoms hauled her, struggling and cursing against her gag, out of the shuttle. Behind her, Morgan gave a shove to Samara, not putting up a fight as she walked with her hands secured behind her back. Like Aria, she had been fitted with a biotic suppression collar while out cold in the shuttle.

"Dammit, this bitch won't fucking hold still!" one of the Phantoms yelled out, using all of her genetically-enhanced strength to keep the furious asari at bay.

"Toss her and this one in the other cargo bay for now," Morgan instructed. "We'll worry about stripping them down later. Right now we've got us a spy to catch."

Walking over to a nearby supply cabinet, Brooks pulled out several sets of goggles. "The mole says that our little visitor has a tactical cloak," she raised her voice to be heard by all of the primed and ready Phantoms. Tossing out goggles to several of them, she yelled out her orders. "With these on, though, she should stick out like a krogan in a Thessian bathhouse."

Morgan and several of her team donned the goggles. "What should we do when we find her?" Morgan asked, while reaching up to activate the device over her eyes.

"Capture her alive if you can," Brooks said. "But if she gives you no other option... well, at least try to leave the head intact. I'd like something to send back to Commander Taylor to remind him why he shouldn't screw with us."

"You heard her, cunts!" Morgan yelled out to her team. "There's only so many places our sneaky stowaway can be hiding! And none of you are going to even blink until we've searched this entire ship and rooted out our little spy. Understood?"

"YES, MA'AM!" the Phantoms exclaimed.

As Morgan began to delegate areas of the ship for her team to search, Brooks and the clone stood off to the side. "Seems our mole proved to be useful after all," the clone said, sounding somewhat concerned. "And Commander Taylor ended up being much more resourceful than we planned for."

"Fear not, love," Brooks said. "We always knew that this would happen eventually. That it happened a bit faster than expected is an inconvenience, but a minor one at best." She rested a hand on the clone's shoulder. "It will all go according to plan. You will become who you were truly meant to be, and we will get the chance to show the world what the name 'Cerberus' truly stands for."

They stood and watched as Morgan and her group headed for the lift, swords at the ready and palm blasters warmed up as they began the search for the infiltrator.

* * *

A soft beep, and Kasumi finally allowed herself to breathe. It was finished. She had done what she had come to do. She only hoped it was enough. Especially considering the sacrifice she had made to do it.

Standing up from where she had been crouched, she turned to look at the screen in front of the deactivated robot co-pilot. With a press of a button, Kasumi activated a rotation of security feeds of the Normandy. Every single video showed Phantoms searching the ship, looking into every access hatch and dark crevice of the Normandy for her.

"Come on, Kasumi, don't freak out," she muttered to herself. "You've dealt with worse odds than this before, you can..."

Something on one of the other screens caught her eye. She knew she should be moving now, taking her one shot to get to the escape pod. But something compelled her to lean forward and read the text scrolling on the small screen.

And what she saw there sent a cold chill up her spine. "Oh, God," she said, eyes wide as she realized where Cerberus was heading next. Looking at it now, it all seemed so obvious.

She had to get back now. Had to warn Jacob before he did something stupid. Her attention turned back to the main screen just in time to see a group of Phantoms, led by Morgan with a set of goggles on her face, walking down the CIC deck and heading in the direction of the cockpit.

Clenching her fists, Kasumi took a few deep breaths. "You can do this," she said to herself. "They may have guns and armor and big swords... but you've got one thing none of them do."

Leaning down, Kasumi opened her omni-tool again, now using it to access the Normandy control panel in front of her. "You, Miss Goto," she said to herself, a smile creeping onto her face as she accessed the Normandy's control systems, "have the magic touch."

* * *

Stepping up to the cockpit door, Morgan hit the button to open it, only for the hovering holograph in the center of the door to glow red and let out a low beep. "Locked," Morgan said, reaching back to grab the hilt of her sword. "She's in there," she quietly informed the rest of her team.

The Phantoms behind her all readied their weapons. "You want us to try and break down the door, ma'am?" one of them asked Morgan.

Morgan turned and gave her underling a smirk. "No need. There's no access hatches in the cockpit. No way out except through that door. Our little rat is cornered." She pressed a hand to her ear. "All Phantom units, make your way to Deck 2 on the double."

"But ma'am," said the Phantom who had spoken before. "She's up there in the cockpit, with all the controls. What if she, I dunno, sets the ship to self-destruct or something?"

Sighing, Morgan reached out to slap the protesting Phantom on the back of her helmet. "You think we're stupid? Crooks redid all the encryption schemes on this ship as soon as we took control. Even the best hacker in the galaxy would only be able to access basic ship functions at the best. Unless she's hoping to get rid of us by cranking up the thermostat or something, she's not going to pose much of a threat up there."

* * *

"...much of a threat up there," said Morgan on the video feed in front of Kasumi.

"Aren't we a little bit cocky?" Kasumi said, as she put the finishing touches on her plan. Shuffling nervously, she watched the camera feed as the rest of the Phantoms all arrived in small groups to the hallway outside the cockpit. Once she was fairly certain all of the remaining armored troops were massed outside the door, Kasumi took a deep breath.

"Well, wish me luck, Keiji," she said as she turned to face the door leading out of the cockpit. "Jacob... hopefully I'll see you soon."

Kasumi hit the button on her omni-tool. The door in front of her opened, and the world exploded into white.
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