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The Rachni Queen	By : Hyperion Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 49568 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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To everyone’s relief, Garrus had survived. It had been touch and go for a while as they rushed him onboard the Normandy and prepped him for surgery, but in the end, the turian had pulled through and declared himself ready for action as soon as possible. The fact that he’d been Archangel all along was news to even the Illusive Man, but it was not, the Cerberus leader mused, an unwelcome outcome: rather, the presence of her old comrade-in-arms would likely go a long way towards making Commander Shepard more comfortable with the idea of working for Cerberus.

Garrus had, in fact, been eager to prove that the scarring he’d suffered in the firefight with the gangs wouldn’t weigh him down, and so he’d joined Rose and Miranda on their next mission into Omega's slums to retrieve Mordin Solus, the salarian genius the Illusive Man had deemed capable of engineering a counter-measure to the seeker swarms that the Collectors used on the colonies they attacked.

The Normandy's laboratory had met with Mordin's approval. Rose could actually see some of the tension in Jacob's shoulders drop away as the salarian announced he found the facilities appropriate for his purposes; it seemed Cerberus really wanted Mordin on their side for the battle against the Collectors. His frenetic style of speech took some getting used to, but Shepard could appreciate the clarity behind Mordin's methods; he didn't use a word more than was necessary if he could help it, and he clearly didn't believe in beating around the bush. Most of the ship's crew still spoke in hushed whispers when Rose walked past --- she couldn't tell if it was out of awe or distrust, but either way, it was good to have someone around who spoke his mind without hesitation.

"If you require any extra equipment, Dr. Solus, please place a requisition order."

Mordin gave a tiny jump at the sound of EDI's voice, quickly homing in on the speakers she had spoken from. "Pilot? No. Synthesized voice. Simulated emotional inflections. Could it be? No. Maybe? Have to ask. Is that an AI?"

"This ship is equipped with an artificial intelligence," Jacob confirmed.

Mordin's eyes widened in surprise, and his voice now held a tinge of mirth. "AI's and aliens! Cerberus branching out. Desperation sparks change?"

"The Collectors are abducting thousands of our people," Jacob replied. "We're willing to do whatever it takes to save them."

"Pragmatic, yes, common enemy unites disparate forces. Odds unlikely Collectors intend to stop at humans."

Jacob shot Rose a loaded look with a clear message --- is this guy for real? The doctor was evidently an acquired taste; the only humans Rose had ever seen with this degree of hyperactivity had been on drugs. But as long as Mordin's mental faculties were fully functional, she didn't really care about his quirks.

"I should get back to the armory," Jacob announced, "Holler if you need anything, doc."

Jacob left the room, but Shepard stayed behind. Something had been weighing on her for a while, and during Mordin's recruitment it had occurred to her that she might have found someone with the answers she was looking for. The lab was empty save for the two of them, and there likely wouldn't be a better opportunity for a while to discuss anything she didn't want the rest of the crew to hear.

"Mordin, if you don't have anything to get into right now, I'd like your opinion on something."

The salarian's curiosity was piqued. "Minor adjustments to equipment pending, but can wait. Query about colony attacks, Shepard? Collector motivations? Few answers, but intriguing questions nonetheless."

"It's not any of that,' Rose replied, handing him a datapad with several files open; the same files she'd ordered EDI to make available for her. "I don't suppose you know what this is."

Mordin's eyes gleamed as he quickly read the first few pages from the pad. "Organ reconstruction. Neural pathway formation. Cybernetic alterations to dormant organic substrate." He inhaled deeply and smiled at Shepard, eager to reveal that he knew even more about the data than she suspected. "Project Lazarus."

Shepard had assumed that a doctor of Mordin's pedigree would know the various procedures and methods the files referred to, but it came as a shock that Mordin knew about Project Lazarus.

"Surprised?" Mordin grinned. "Don't be. STG kept close tabs on project. My request. Found idea of post-mortem revival intriguing. One confession, however." And here Mordin's expression grew sheepish, "Didn't think it would actually work. Seemed absurd! But presence of living subject clearly demonstrates otherwise." He inhaled again to catch his breath from the rapid-fire sentence delivery. "Human medical advancements moving at greater pace than originally foreseen.....few things in galaxy as exciting as shifting variables."

"Alright," Rose replied, shaking off her surprise, "I don't know if human anatomy's part of your expertise---"

Mordin looked positively scandalized by her words. "Treated all varieties of patients! Humans relative newcomers to Omega, but frequent targets of gang activity. Visited clinic often."

"Sorry," she apologized, "I need you to do me a favor. I've gone over these files from start to finish. I've read them forwards and backwards and tried to make as much sense of them as I could, but it's just a little beyond me. Could you take a look at the Lazarus logs and tell me if---" She wasn't sure how to ask. "If there's anything that strikes you as strange? Something that's just....not supposed to be there?"

Years with STG had given Mordin an uncanny instinct for intrigue, and he knew there was something major the Commander was worried about, even if he couldn't tell what it was yet. "Can go over data, deliver evaluation. Any specific issues?" The question seemed innocuous enough, but Rose knew Mordin was fishing for details, and even within the bounds of doctor-patient confidentiality, she wasn't willing to divulge the fact that she'd woken up one morning with a giant cock and feared Cerberus had put it there.

"I'm not sure what I'm looking for," she lied, "but I'm not prepared to just trust Cerberus. They've got an agenda I'm not entirely on board with, and I need to know if they planted something inside me to manipulate me somehow. A bug, a chip, something like that, I don't know."

She couldn't tell if Mordin had bought the story she'd just spun, but the doctor didn't probe any further, quickly drifting into a storm of hypothetical scenarios. "Possible, certainly. Timed nanovirus to regulate organ functioning in case of non-compliance, chip in hippocampus section of brain to erase and plant memories, all sorts of possibilities---"

"Yeah, anything like that," Shepard interjected, before Mordin's train of thought ran away from the conversation. "So can I count on you for this? And I'd like this to stay between us, Mordin."

Mordin straightened up and nodded firmly. "Of course. Doctor-patient confidentiality paramount, would never dream of violating. Will not take long, Shepard. Check inbox in a while for results."

Rose bid Mordin adieu and left the lab. On the way to the elevator, Kelly informed her there was a message from Anderson waiting in her inbox.
On the off-chance the rumors are true and you're somehow alive, stop by the embassy. There's a lot to talk about.

David Anderson

She knew once she started operating in open space again, it was only a matter of time before the Alliance learned she was alive. But how did you handle a situation like this? How could you just walk up to your mentor and all your former brothers-and-sisters-in-arms and explain that you'd been pieced back to life, or that you now worked for Cerberus?

One thing was for certain: like all the best problems, this one wasn't going to go away if she just ignored it. It had to be tackled head-on, and Commander Shepard didn't believe in handling her problems any other way.

"Kelly, tell Joker to set a course for the Citadel."

"Right away, ma'am."

The journey to the Citadel from the boundaries of the Hourglass Nebula would take nearly half a day, and after the hectic events on Omega, Rose felt entitled to claim at least a few of those hours for a good nap. Leaving the CiC, she tapped her finger against the elevator's console to bring it down to her level. When it came, she moved forward just as the doors began to open......and walked right into the lift's occupant.

"Sorry, Shepard!"

Miranda had been paying too much attention to the datapad in her hands, and Rose hadn't been paying attention to anything at all; consequently they'd collided into each other. For Miranda, it was just a minor embarrassment, but there was something of a chemical meltdown going on inside Shepard's head; from the second her chest had brushed against Miranda's own ample set, endorphins had begin pumping into her brain as blood rushed to her nether region. She felt her throat grew dry as a familiar desire seized her; in that moment all her thoughts were confined to the tempting curve of Miranda's breasts, her luscious lips, the way her smooth back tapered down to that incredible ass----

"Commander?"

With a sudden jolt she returned to the here and now, where Miranda was staring at her with confusion. "Uh, it's alright," Rose replied, "Should have paid attention to where I was going. I'm just going to take a nap before I get to the Citadel."

Miranda shook her head. "I'm afraid we'll have to put that off for later, Shepard. The Illusive Man just sent us co-ordinates for Horizon, one of our colonies in the Shadow Sea. According to him, the Collectors are already en route, and it's going to be a race to stop them before they abduct this colony too. Our ETA is 4 hours."

That piece of information proved sufficient to shock Rose out of her stupor. "Catch them in the act?" she managed, "I guess Anderson can wait. Get the team ready."

"At once, Commander." Concern entered Miranda's voice as she took notice of Shepard's demeanor and sweaty pallor. "Shepard, are you all right?"

"What?" Rose blurted, her gaze having slowly drifted back down towards Miranda's chest. "I-I'm fine, don't worry about it. I just need a couple of hours of sleep."

It was clear Miranda didn't buy any of it, but she let it pass. "Alright, then. See you in 4 hours."

As she walked away, Rose found her eyes glued to those swaying hips and how Miranda's butt seemed to bounce ever so perfectly in her skintight outfit. Acutely aware as she was of Kelly standing nearby, she reluctantly tore her eyes away and stumbled into the lift, banging her fist against the console.

When it reached the captain's cabin, Rose almost fell out of the lift in her horny fugue, practically crawling into the shower and slamming the door shut behind her. The feel of Miranda's body against hers had set off some kind of intense reaction in every pore of her being; she felt like a walking volcano, desperate to erupt, and in her confusion she clawed the shower controls on the wall until the cool water began pouring down on her, still in uniform.

"Nnnnngh----"

It didn't work. Cold as the water was, her body still felt like a furnace, and just when she felt like she would surely explode and take the ship down with her, she managed to yank down her pants and whip out her throbbing erection, frantically stroking it for relief. Rose was operating on nothing but instinct now --- the thing lurking in her core had reared its head with lustful curiosity in Miranda's presence, and unbeknownst to her, her body now felt the uncontrollable urge to breed with Miranda Lawson, to sink into her depths and plant her seed. Miranda wasn't around anymore, but her instincts still raged inside her. Her seed needed to be spilt one way or another.

"Nnnghaaa!"

As her fingers ran up and down the cock, caressing every vein as the other hand cradled the balls in tandem, fantasies of Miranda filled her mind, much as Liara once did. She could see, in her mind's eye, Miranda straddling her own body, slowly taking off her top to let those beautiful orbs free---

"Oh, fuck----'"

Harder and harder she stroked, as her fantasy-Miranda leaned forward, letting her suck on those rock-hard nipples, as her hands roamed around the back and squeezed that magnificent ass----

"Fffuuuuck-----"

Miranda's lips curved into a sly smile now, as she bent down and gently licked the tip of Rose's straining erection, teasing her until she was ready to burst, before effortlessly taking her into her mouth, swallowing every inch of that cock until those lips were pressed flat against Shepard's abdomen---

"FFFUUUUUCK!"

And now she was coming, the fruits of her masturbation exploding inside the shower stall, splattering onto the wall and sliding down to the floor where it circled the drain and disappeared. And in her head, she was coming too, driven to greater and greater heights as she felt Miranda's lips wrapped around her monster, hungrily gulping down the hot seed that was being pumped into her stomach. When it was over, the fantasy smiled at her, cum leaking from the sides of her lips, leaning back against the bed and spreading herself wide for the taking. Christ, if she could stay here forever---

But she couldn't, and the fantasy ended, and Rose found herself back in the bathroom stall, with the water beating down on her as it washed her seed away. She lay there, numb and exhausted from her horny exertions --- the orgasm had been truly mindblowing, but now that it was over, she was back to cursing whatever had saddled her with the cock. She might have lain there for hours until the Normandy reached Horizon, had it not been for her extranet VI registering a new e-mail sent to her account.

"You have received one new message."

Half-naked and dripping wet, she crawled out of the shower and pulled herself into the chair on her study table, wearily opening up the message Mordin had sent her.
Shepard,

Data analysis complete. Lazarus reconstruction surprisingly thorough, comparable to salarian work. Based on knowledge of human female anatomy, no aberrations, deformities or malevolent tech present in Cerberus resurrection blueprints.

May encounter minor difficulties with cybernetic grafts in future, but not a concern at the moment.

Dr. Mordin Solus

P. S. Any encounters between Normandy crew and varren recently? Result from one of ship's routine health checks holds symptoms consist with scale-itch. Sexually transmitted disease. Unpleasant implications. Will hope test was performed incorrectly.

Rose felt like banging her head against the wall. No aberrations present....the thing swinging between her legs definitely felt like an aberration, regardless of Mordin's findings. But if he was right, and she had the sinking feeling that he was, then Cerberus wasn't responsible for her new appendage. But then who was? Where the hell did the damn thing come from?

Burying her face in her pillow as she collapsed onto the cabin's bed, she realized the idea that Cerberus wasn't responsible was actually the worse option. Because now she had no leads and no way to find new leads. Someone had fucked with her, and she didn't know who. Or why. Or what their endgame was.
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