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Slaves of Cerberus	By : NakedOwlMan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 138076 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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"Lemme go! Lemme go!" said the captive, struggling against the two torturers pinning down his arms. "I ain't gonna tell you nothin'!"

"This dirty krogan-face thinks he's tough," one of the torturers said, struggling to keep her captive's arm pinned in place. "What are you gonna do to him?"

Standing imperiously over her helpless prey, the head torturer stared down with cold, remorseless eyes. "I'm gonna give you one more chance, puke-stain. Tell me what we want to know or you're gonna regret it!"

"I ain't gonna talk," the captive said. "So nyeah," he added, sticking his tongue out at the leader of his cruel tormentors.

"Well, guess we've got no choice," the head torturer said. Kneeling down by her struggling captive's feet, she grabbed hold of one of them by the ankle. And with her other hand, she reached forward and began rapidly working her fingertips along the bottom of his sock-clad foot.

"Stop it!" the captive said, struggling to speak between peals of laughter. "I'm gonna tell Mom!"

His torturer continued tickling while her two fellow villains/sisters held down their helpless captive/snotty little brother. "Tell me where you hid our Beautiful Bonnie dolls, or I'm gonna keep tickling until your head explodes!"

"Mom!" the captive called out, still laughing as he yelled. "Mom, Jeannie's being mean!"

The door to the room slid open, and Jeannie immediately stopped her interrogation. "What is all this noise about?" said the middle-aged woman who stepped inside.

"Nothing," Jeannie said innocently, while her sisters Sarah and Mya released Tristan's arms and let him sit up from the bed. "Just playing."

"They were being mean!" Tristan protested. "They held me down and said they were gonna dangle loogies on my face!"

"Nuh unh, you little liar!" Sarah responded, reaching out and giving her brother a vicious pinch. "And besides, you deserved it!"

Mya looked up to their mother. "Yeah, Tristan hid all our Beautiful Bonnie dolls, and now he won't tell us where they are."

Mom looked down at Tristan with an accusatory glare. "Tristan, is that true?"

"Well... kinda," Tristan said, staring at the floor. "But only because Jeannie stepped on my ActionMaster 4000 figure and broke it!"

Their mother let out a weary sigh. "Tristan, show your sisters where you hid their dolls," she said. "And stop making so much noise! I have company over and you're embarrassing me."

"But..." Tristan said, pouting out his lower lip. "My ActionMaster figure..."

"I'll have your dad look at it when he gets back from the lab," Mom said. "I'm sure he'll be able to fix it just like the other four times you broke it. But not unless you show your sisters where their dolls are."

Crossing his arms and still looking pouty, Tristan nonetheless started leading his sisters over to the pile of toys in the corner.

Laughing to herself, Nuria Crosse stepped out of the kids' playroom and shut the door. Returning to her guest in the main sitting room, she let out a weary sigh. "Sorry about that," she said, retaking her seat. "Perfectly well-behaved when I send them off for their lessons, but the second they get back..."

"They're kids, Nuria," her guest responded, sipping her coffee and giving her colleague a warm smile. "I think I'd be more worried if they weren't making noise. When I was a kid, that's when my mother always knew I was up to something."

"Tell you what, when you and that man of yours finally end up with your own bundle of joy... take my advice and just stick to one," Nuria said. "Four kids seemed like a good idea back when we were on Andrews Colony and had some room to spread out. But on this station... it's a wonder we don't manage to pull every last hair out of our heads, you know?"

Her guest sighed. "Yeah, well, I'd be happy if we could get that one at all," she said. "Not from a lack of trying of course."

"That's right, you said you went to Dr. Sammons," Nuria said hopefully. "Does he have any idea why..."

"No, he said everything's fine," was the response. "That there's no reason why I shouldn't be able to conceive."

Nuria's face fell. "And what about him? He's been checked out?"

"Yeah, he got a clean bill of health, too. We've both been taking medications to increase our chances, but still... nothing."

Nuria ran a finger along the edge of her coffee mug, considering her next words carefully. "Makes me wonder if... well, maybe it isn't anything physical, you know?"

Her friend gave her a confused look. "Not physical? You mean something psychological? Like maybe he's not as ready as he says he is?"

"That or... maybe it's this place." Leaning forward, Nuria glanced at the glowing green light at the upper corner of the room, then back to her friend. "Doesn't it ever worry you? We went through all this before the last time we were with Cerberus, right? People keeping secrets from us. Things kept behind locked doors."

"That was different, Nuria," her friend responded. "It was the Reapers that made things go bad the last time. Made the Illusive Man and his people go crazy, start destroying everything that Cerberus stood for. This time is different. This time, we're going to do it right."

"But what are they doing back there?" Nuria said, keeping her voice quiet. "I mean, doesn't he ever talk about it? What he's doing back there?"

Her friend gave Nuria a reassuring smile. "It's nothing to be afraid of, Nuria. You think if there were something going on in the restricted section, that he wouldn't tell me? He tells me everything. Never holds back. I understand you being worried after what happened last time, but I'm positive that everything is just fine."

Nuria leaned back in her seat, not looking entirely mollified. "I know. It's probably just paranoia. Still... sometimes I wish things the way they used to be."

"Which was what? All of us being treated like traitors to our own species?" her friend bitterly responded. "Remember how they told us that nobody would ever know? That we would get the chip put in and be able to go on with our regular lives, all our sins forgiven? And yet the last time I checked, there are still extranet sites out there with our names on lists. Alliance pencil pushers leaking out our information to make sure we're blacklisted for life. Still remember the last site I saw: 'SHOOT THESE CERBERUS FUCKERS ON SIGHT,' I think was the charming title."

"Shh, not so loud," Nuria said, looking back toward the playroom door.

"You got lucky, Nuria. Word about you never got to Andrews Colony before you left. From what I heard, Brian Linnson over in the Gamma labs wasn't so lucky. When they found out about him, he lost his teaching job, lost all his friends, and he ended up having to have his kid home-schooled because the boy's classmates were beating him up everyday. If Cerberus hadn't come back, he'd..."

"I know, okay?" Nuria said, a little bit too loudly. Calming herself down, she continued. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't know. I just wish that... that it didn't have to be this way."

Her friend reached over and placed a hand over hers. "It's going to get better, Nuria. The work we're doing here... that Cerberus is doing here, it's important. When they see what we've done, the advances that we've made for the good of the galaxy... we'll be their saviors. The image of Cerberus as savage, indoctrinated killers will be wiped out, and in its place? The very best minds of the galaxy united in one cause: the scientific and cultural advancement of humanity, in a way that will benefit not just our own species, but every species. We're gonna make it happen, Nuria, and by the time it's done, those kids of yours are going to be able to say to their classmates that their mommy and daddy are members of Cerberus, and say it with pride."

"Thank you," Nuria said. "Sometimes I forget that it's..."

The front door to Nuria's quarters suddenly slid open, and a dark-haired Asian man gasped as he dashed into the room. "Nuria, you won't believe it! It's... she's here! She's actually, truly here!"

"Dr. Itamura," Nuria said as she stood, her tone slightly chastising. "Guess that doctorate in biochemistry didn't include any electives in ringing doorbells."

"You have to come, right now!" Itamura said excitedly, ignoring the jab. "I never could have dreamed that... it's just so... you should bring your kids to see it, too!"

Nuria laughed and turned to her friend. "He always did have a way with words," she said. "Why don't you go with him, Brynn? I'll get the little nightmares together and catch up with you."

Itamura turned to the other woman in the room. "Yes, come with me, Dr. Cole! You need to see this with your own eyes!"

Letting out a small laugh, Brynn Cole put aside her coffee mug and stood up. "Of course, Sadao. Lead the way.
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