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The Rachni Queen	By : Hyperion Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 49567 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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"Check it out, Commander! Leather seats! Real leather!"

Rose Shepard was less than impressed, brushing her dark red locks away from her eyes as she scowled at the Normandy's overenthusiastic helmsman. "Really, Joker? Leather seats is all it takes to spring you over to the dark side?"

A sheepish grin spread across Jeff Moreau's face. "Aww, come on. The Alliance always used these crappy polyester covers that would make your ass cry out for mercy. I'll take the improved version any day. Speaking of which," he continued, a more cautious tone in his voice now, "I wasn't sure how to broach the subject, but I heard Cerberus gave you some improvements too..."

Rose shrugged. "Most of me was mush by the time they found the body, or so I hear. The Lazarus cell had to make artificial veins and tissues, stuff weird things into my nervous system.....all in all, I'm apparently around 30% synthetic now."

Joker was in awe. "So you're like some kind of android super-soldier now?"

"The correct term would be 'cyborg'. An android is an entirely synthetic being modeled with a human appearance, a description Commander Shepard does not match."

Joker groaned. "And there's the one 'improvement' I'm not so thrilled about."

The pilot and his commander turned to study the holographic AI that had just spoken to them. "Do we really need this thing, Commander? I'm not looking forward to the Illusive Man's little spybot looking over my shoulder 24/7."

EDI's hologram pulsed as she spoke. "I monitor and maintain crucial systems and serve as the ship's primary cyberwarfare payload. Nothing more. Spying is not part of my programming directives."

"Well, I guess there's your answer," Rose said.

Joker wasn't entirely convinced. "Yeah, well....the last Normandy did just fine without an AI telling me our systems weren't running up to its standards."

"The last Normandy exploded," EDI pointed out.

Both Moreau and Shepard scowled at the hologram. "Rub that in, why don't you?"

Their exchange was interrupted by the ship's new X-O storming into the cockpit. "We should have left an hour ago. Why haven't we disembarked?"

"You okay, Miranda?" Shepard inquired.

The raven-haired woman's face betrayed little concern or worry, but Rose was good at reading people. "Yes, why do you ask?"

"You just seem a little flustered. Everything alright?"

"It's nothing," Miranda replied, exhaling heavily. "We had a few other specimens retained for study at the Lazarus Station. One of them's missing now. It probably died in the fires Wilson set off, but we can't find the body."

"It?" Joker asked, "you mean something not human?"

"Nor entirely alien," Miranda answered, "it was almost a new species, modified by our research team. But again, it's probably dead."

"Probably's not a very reassuring word, you know. Should the galaxy know your mutant super-krogan hellbeast is loose?"

"What? The specimen wasn't krogan, it was --- never mind, it's dead. And I can't promise someone won't follow in its footsteps if we don't disembark now."

"Jeez, alright. We're going." Joker began entering the sequence of keystrokes required to start the ship's engines, and fifteen minutes later, they were out of orbit, leaving Minuteman Station in the cosmic horizon behind them.

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While Rose joined Miranda and Jacob Taylor in the Normandy's new briefing room to go over the recruitment dossiers the Illusive Man had supplied, a Cerberus navigator stumbled into the captain's cabin one deck above. As the door closed behind her, the young woman collapsed onto the floor, her clothes drenched with feverish sweat. She groaned as she flipped onto her back, exposing a very pregnant belly to the light.

She hadn't been pregnant when she'd boarded the ship yesterday, but somehow, her stomach had steadily expanded until she was filled with the unexplainable urge to visit the captain's cabin. Ducking and dodging her fellow crew members as she made her way to the elevator, her entire memory of the day before had been a blur, as if she'd been operating on a blank mind and pure instinct.

"N-nooooooooooooooooooo....."

She hastily fumbled with the button at the top of her pants and yanked her jeans down, giving herself more space to spread her legs apart as wide as possible, as she felt her cervix begin to dilate with shocking speed. She didn't know how she could be pregnant --- she hadn't had sex for months --- but right now those thoughts simply weren't taking up any space in her mind, consumed as she was with the sensations of something forcing its way out of her.

She screamed and grasped the carpet tight as the scaly black head of her mysterious progeny poked out of her vagina. As it steadily began to crawl out of her, she felt her belly distend; the creature's body was having difficulties coming out of its hiding place. After several agonizing moments of contractions and pushing, the abdomen was out of her, and the tail slithered free by itself.

Her belly was now back to normal, and her body betrayed no signs of even being pregnant --- other than the juices dripping from her vagina and staining her underwear. She craned her neck upward to try and catch a glimpse of what had come out of her. The navigator saw something inhuman between her legs ---- something with scales and tendrils and strange mottled eyes ---- and she would have passed out just from the sight of it, had it not been for the music.

Strange notes began to fill her mind, a harmonic melody that drove away her panic and reduced her to a blissful blankness. Without another word, she rose to her feet, calm once more, and pulled up her pants. Walking to the door, she left the cabin to resume her duties, unmindful of the mess she'd left behind.

The strange creature she'd birthed reared onto its feet and skittered toward the nearest dark sanctuary it could find. The light was anathema --- the genetic memories it carried had taught it to crave the quiet darkness. It hid beneath the comfortable cot in the center of the bedroom, waiting for further stimuli to prompt it into action.

On Lazarus Station, it had been locked away in a tank filled with tranquilizing fluids, while men in white coats poked and prodded at the creature, savoring the privilege of being the first to study the last of the rachni. After the disastrous events on Noveria, Commander Shepard had given the order to kill the Rachni Queen, seemingly wiping out the remnants of the race that had once threatened the galaxy. But Cerberus recon teams who had tailed the Commander were able to secure enough genetic material from the queen's body to clone this creature in their labs.

It wasn't entirely rachni --- not really. This thing had been a hodgepodge of various genetic traits, with the rachni genome as a foundation. Among other things, cloaking technology had been transplanted into its nervous system. Its glands were treated with the pheromone-producing traits of the varren, and the creature was also capable of contracting its mass into a tight ball only 1/32nd of its total size.

When the chaos at Lazarus Station had unfolded, its tank had been shattered, freeing the creature from its confines. Exposed to the outside world for the first time, its immediate reaction had been fright, and it sought out a safe place to hide. An escaping navigator had seemed to be a warm refuge. Using the bizarre hypnotic abilities of rachni speech, the creature had mesmerized the navigator, before shrinking down to a smaller size and forcing its way up her vagina, curling up inside her womb. From there, it had just been a matter of waiting for the right moment to emerge, and so it had slowly expanded until the navigator's pregnant belly expelled it.

It was still young, and the first thing on its mind was breeding. Cloned from the rachni queen, its thoughts were haunted by the queen's last sight --- a woman with red hair gazing at the queen through a tank, flanked by a turian and a krogan. The creature did not know who the woman was, but its sex-crazed mind was filled with images of her, and now it needed to find her. It needed to bond with her. The room was filled with her scent. Shepard had been in here hours earlier, setting her things into place.

All that was left for the creature to do was to curl up and sleep, and lie in wait for the Commander to return to her quarters.
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