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Slaves of Cerberus	By : NakedOwlMan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 138076 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: Mass Effect and all the characters in it are owned by people that are not me. I have not made a cent off this work of fiction

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"Welcome aboard the SSV Orpheus," Jacob said, as he ushered the motley group of soldiers out of the airlock and onto the deck of his ship.

Garrus stared around at the outdated terminals, scuffed metal, and dim lighting. "It's... a fine ship, Jacob. You should be proud."

"Ah, don't bullshit me, Garrus," Jacob said with a grin. "It's a piece of garbage, I know. Unfortunately, ex-Cerberus operatives don't exactly get their pick of frigates from the fleet. Hell, if it hadn't been for Shepard and Hackett talking me up to the Alliance, I'd be lucky to be swabbing this ship's decks. But considering all we do in it is patrol runs, into systems that are lucky to see any action in a month, it does the job alright."

"Or it did," Javik suddenly piped up. "Until now, when it will most likely get us killed."

"Well, hopefully our favorite pilot will keep that from happening," Jacob said, leading the group into the cockpit, where Joker was already doing the pre-departure checklist. "How it's looking, Joker?" Jacob asked him.

Joker swiveled in his chair. "All systems nominal," he announced. Looking over the group of volunteers, he gave them all a grim smile. "Look at this. It's almost like a big happy reunion. Pity it took Cerberus abducting our friends to get us flying together again."

"Don't worry. We'll save them, Joker," Tali said, giving him a smile through her breather mask.
Joker adjusted his cap. "Well, here's hoping you folks are the ones who do the saving. I may be the best pilot in the Alliance, but they could put the worst pilot in the entire galaxy in the cockpit of the Normandy... and I'd still give us about even odds. And assuming the guy they have flying is just a little bit more than barely competent... yeah, we're pretty much screwed."

"We're trying to take on the Normandy in this thing?" Kasumi said, looking a bit nervous. "Uhh... I might need another convincing speech about why I should come along on this mission. Preferably with some slow dance music in the background."

"Obviously, we aren't going to take the Normandy head-on," Jacob said. "But if we can find out what the clone and this Maya Brooks have planned, maybe we can figure out where they're headed, and take them on once they're off the ship."

"Lotta maybes involved in all this," Vega said. "But I guess we ain't got many other options."

"Just in case we do end up in a dogfight with the Normandy, I suppose I should take a look at the weapons systems," Garrus said. "Where does the Alliance keep the gun batteries on a ship like this?"

Jacob pointed. "Down a level, head straight out of the lift until you reach the door at the end of the hall."

As Garrus made his way, Tali glanced among the group. "Maybe I should go with him. To look at the guns, I mean. There might be... things I can help with. Regarding the guns."

"Go on ahead," Jacob said, but Tali was already turning and making her way quickly after Garrus. Jacob allowed himself a light smile as he watched her dash away.

"Didn't want to say anything while she was around, but... who the hell was that?" Grunt asked the group, "And why is she dressed like a circus clown with a lung condition?"

"That was Tali, and... the rest is a long story," Jacob said.

Grunt shrugged. "Whatever. Didn't care much, anyway. I'm going to find myself a spare cargo hold to settle in."

The krogan walked away, passing by two young female bridge crew members at their stations as he went.

"Did you see that, Michele?" one of them asked the other.

Michele DeSilva glanced over her shoulder at the departing Grunt. "You're implying that I somehow might have missed the giant krogan stomping around our ship? I'm not that oblivious, Lisa."

Lisa Mason flashed a suggestive smile at Michele. "You know what they say about krogans, right?"

"They say a lot of things about krogans, Lisa," Michele said. "You might have to be a little more specific than that."

"I have a cousin who said she had a friend who made it with a krogan after they cured the genophage," Lisa said. "Told her that it was the best sex she'd ever had in her life."

Michele rolled her eyes. "Please tell me you're not planning on doing what I think you are."

"Hey, word from the commander is this might be a long mission," Lisa said, sneaking one last peek at the krogan before the lift doors shut behind him. "And a young krogan full of energy, his body telling him he needs to mate to repopulate his species... might need a little stress released, you know?"

"Do I even need to remind you about what happened when you went to bed with that turian during our last shore leave?"

Lisa pursed her lips. "You're never going to let me forget that one, are you?"

"After you spent the next week bitching about all the ointments you had to apply just to keep the rash from itching... you bet your ass I'm not going to let you forget."

"This is different, though. Humans and krogans don't have the same... chemistry issues," Lisa said. "And speaking of chemistry... I get the feeling I'm about to have some with that young krogan stud, sooner rather than later."

A beeping noise came from Michele's omni-tool. "Well, you have fun with that. I gotta go send my mother a message before we take off. Watch my station, will you?"

"Your mother got nothing better to do than message you twice in a day?"

Michele let out a weary sigh as she stood up from her station. "She worries about me. I tell her that the war is over, and there's hardly any danger anymore out there, but she still insists on checking in."
"Well, you tell your mom that her daughter's best friend is going to be bagging herself a hot krogan stud in the next few days," Lisa said.

"I'll get right on that, yeah," Michele said over her shoulder as she left.

Lisa glanced around the bridge. "Commander Rooker?" she called out to the XO.

"Yes, Ensign, is there a problem?" Rooker said as she approached Lisa's station.

"No problem, ma'am," Lisa said. "Just wanted to ask what the name of that krogan is who's going to be flying with us."

Rooker looked confused, but answered, "Urdnot Grunt. Why do you want to know?"

"Just curious. Thank you, ma'am," Lisa said, and Rooker walked away. Turning back to her station, Lisa smiled to herself. "Urdnot Grunt. You may not know it yet, but soon you're going to be having the night of your life."
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