Revenge of the Shepard Clone 18: A Bad Reunion | By : somestories Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 2333 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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THIS STORY CONATAINS VIOLENCE AND SEXUAL CONTENT. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY SUCH MATERIAL
"Goddess, that feels so fucking good!" An asari commando by the name of Almalexia moaned as she was thrusted into. Her eyes turned black as she layed on her back atop Shepard's apartment bed. Her legs were in the air wrapped around the clone of Shepard's neck. On her side was Dr. Chloe Michelle, the proprietor of a clinic in the Wards and one who often found herself entangled in the thrills of danger. She was on her stomach, kissing Almalexia while getting fingered by the clone. Almalexia had left Benezia's service when she sided with Saren and spent the last 6 years as Dr. Michelle's personal assistant.
"You like that, you sluts!?" he said pounding her vigorously. He saw himself in the mirror while thrusting and gave a nice drawn out bicep flex, showing he was more interested in himself. "Hate you Shepard, but you gave me some damn good genes." he panted.
"Hmm?" Michelle said. "Say something?"
"Oooooaaaaaaah" Almalexia interrupted, feeling her insides getting beat up by Shepard's enormous cock.
Pretending he said nothing, SHepard felt his primal instincts kick in. "Fuuuck!" Shepard roared as he shot his hot cum into Almalexia.
Both women were greatly impressed by his load, as Michelle leaned in and tongued it out of her asari assistant. "Mmmm so good." Michelle said.
She then kissed Almalexia, drooling the pearly white substance into the asari's mouth. Almalexia proceeded to drool the rest of the cum into Dr. Michelle's gaping pussy making her moan uncontrollably.
Just a few minutes later Almalexia took a quick shower and was getting out when Shepard grabbed Michelle's wrist and behaved like a primitive caveman. "I want more." He grunted as he put her hand on his re-hardening cock.
"Oh my, Commander." Michelle said. Why did we never do this before?" She layed him down on his back to sit on him cowgirl style and slid his enormous member into her pussy, begining to girate her waist. She continued for about thirty seconds, when Shepard saw a strange red light quickly flicker on his window. While it caught his eye, he figured it had must have been a sky shuttle flying to close to the apartment window.
Michelle continued riding, putting her arms atop her heard, ruffling red hair. Shepard rubbed his hands up and down her waist. Seconds later he noticed the light again, in the exact same spot, but for a shorter time. He had a feeling something was up, but for him..... pussy was the priority.
Thirty seconds passed as Michelle continued riding Shepard. He closed his eyes for a few seconds and opened them. A loud crackle ran through the house just as his apartment window above the silversun strip completely fell into thousands of pieces. Michelle was taking her arms off her head, when the right side of her chest exploded, throwing her into a fatal shock as she stared blankly and shakily at what was a sniper rifle's bullet hole. The shot went through Michelle and knicked Shepard's ear, shredding the lobe off and causing a screeching hum and permenant deafness in his ear.
Shepard then instinctively and selfishly tossed the blasted Dr. Michelle off of him and directly onto his floor in an attempt to get out of the target area as quickly as possible. Grunting while landing on her head, Dr. Michelle was no more. Almalexia hid in the bathroom for cover. "Fucking Shit!" Shepard shouted to himself, reaching for his bedisde pistol which had no ammo. Seconds later a red unmarked shuttle-car quickly floated to the now shattered opening in the apartment. The vehicle was equipped with a mounted multi-rocket armament. The shuttle steadied for a second and began firing rockets sporatically into the large apartment wreaking havock upon the once beautiful space. Explosion after explosion rocked the home as Shepard remained in cover, hoping they would continue to miss. Multiple fires had now broken out, furniture was shredded and glass was shattered all over the place as the shuttle glided into the living room. Shepard did a quick glance from his cover now that all the rockets were spent.
The shuttle's doors opened, and revealed four very familiar individuals inside. Driving the shuttle was none other than Urdnot Wrex. Behind him was Grunt. They both got out with Claymore shotguns. In the passanger seat was a frustrated looking Garrus who no doubt killed Dr. Michelle. He placed his sniper rifle down and grabbed two pistols, one in each hand. Behind him was Samara, who glowed with a strong purple hue only needing her natural biotic powers as her weapon of choice.
"Stay there and wait for the right moment." Shepard said quietly to the asari commando who nodded quickly in return with a look of cowardice in her eyes.
He quickly put his flannel night pants on and stood up, walking calmly to the top of his stairs where all of the old allies noticed him and aimed their weapons immediately. " So nice of you guys to visit me." the clone said as he sauntered confidently down the step. "But you know I have a front door right? Thats gonna be a pain in the ass to fix." he said laughing.
Garrus tightened his aim "You know why we're here and we know who you are."
"So? Do you think anyone's gonna believe that? Come on you guys, you know me!" Shepard said trying to tug on their emotional attatchement to the real Shepard. He noticed Grunt was a little bit anxious, unsure as to whether he might not be the real Shepard. "Grunt, you remember. It's me, your battlemaster!"
Grunt's confidence quickly faltered, seeing as how Shepard was basically a father to him. Moreso than an old krogan that liked to talk too much, a squishy asari, or a turian off all people. "Maybe he's right..." Grunt said. " Only the real Shepard would know what happened between us when he hatched me from the tank." Unfortunately for them all, the Shepard clone had retained all of Shepard's memories and experiences when he was created, sharing an almost psychic bond with the original Shepard up until the point in which the clone gained freewill. Confident in his persuasive success, Shepard let out a cocky arrogant smile as he looked back fondly on someone elses memories.
"That was quite an experience, wasn't it Grunt. You immediately choked me out and I shot you a couple of times for good measure."
Grunt paused and contemplated for several seconds which was interrupted by Wrex
"Grunt, you know what he did, you can't trust him."
Grunt paused a little longer. "Only we were there.....He is my battlemaster......Even if what he is doing is terrible the imprints within me tell me that he is a true krogan. What we should strive to be....... Warriors...." He looked up and sneared at Wrex "Not some old politician."
Shepard quickly followed up; "Thank you Grunt, I knew you wouldn't let me down."
"Quiet you." Wrex said, lambasting Shepard. "He's using you, fool."
"And you aren't?" Grunt scoffed back.
Realizing the situation was about to get out of hand, Garrus instinctively expedited it. "Enough of this." He muttered refocusing his aim on the clone, firing a singgle shot at his head.
"Grunt help!" the clone cried as he shot up a biotic field that stopped Garrus' bullet.
At that moment, Grunt tackled Wrex as the two began to crash around on the bar room floor. Samara began to charge her biotic to do a warp on Shepard which was disrupted from a blast that came from the hidden asari commando that saw now as the right time to strike. She dropped down on top of Samara and the two began to fling eachother around the burning apartment.
With all of the assailants occupied, all that was left was Garrus. Instinctively Shepard flung his empty pistol at Garruas' face, who did a quick juke, thinking the attack would be worse. However, this gave the clone enough time to dart at Garrus who was about 10 feet away. Shepard tackled the turian head first onto the floor, not playing around at all since he knew he would be no pushover. As the two wrestled around on the floor both pistols left Garrus' grasp. The two rolled around into the game room trading jabs at eachother's face when possible. The only problem for Garrus being that the clone had near superhuman strenghth thanks to his reaper augmentation. The two stood up by the bar counter in the exterior game room. Garrus quickly busted one of the wine bottles on the clones head as he got up, only to quickly fall back down. Dazed and confused the clone mumbled to Garrus. "No fair....No weapons." blood started rushing down into his mouth from his forehead as he layed there gazing up at the ceiling. Garrus quickly walked over to him to finish the job. He raised his large boot over Shepard's head as if he was going to squish a large bug, which was what Garrus felt would be the best thing for the galaxy.
"Please......Garrus....." Shepard said nodding in and out only seeing the underside of his boot hanging over his head.
Garrus hesitated for a second, remmebering the sound of his long lost best friend. Then, remembering that this evil man before him was an imposter that needed to be dealt with once and for all. While Garrus did not know the clone's full plan, he was one of the few that knew what he did and what was going on. "No...." he mutterred to himself. Garrus dropped his foot down as hard and quickly as he could to save the galaxy from the greatest menace since the reapers. He was too late.
As the boot came down, with a milisecond to spare, Shepard threw his arms up with all of his energy, catching Garrus' foot. He could feel a tight pressure on his face from the boot. So much so that if any more strength got through, Shepard's head would undoubtedly be smashed like a pumpkin. With both struggling, Shepard grabbed Garrus' lower leg and twisted with all of his might, dislocating the turian Spectre's leg. While the clone forgot that was a turian's weak spot, he felt very fortunate that it was what gave him the advantage. Shepard got up and kicked the turian back into a heap against a poker table in the back of the room. Thinking quickly, Shepard almost blindly reached for a decorative wall mount that had been adorned with an ancient medieval blade that he bought in the wards a few weeks back.
A now frantic Garrus struggled to get up as Shepard taunted him by waving the sword around in a comedic fashion whilst spittin dark red blood out of his mouth "And to think, Dr. Michelle admired you so much, just for you to kill her in cold blood." Shepard said. The enraged the turian had come so close to finishing off the monster, leading him to get up and run for Shepard. He swung his fist as he avoided the sword. The clone also dodged his opponent's attack and ducked under allowing him to get behind the turian. Shepard waited for Garrus to realize his mistake and gave him a chance to look him in the eye before stabbing the turian through the stomach.
Garrus did a great inhale and looked down at the sword, then up at the pure evil that had bested him. Garrus dropped to his knees as Shepard pulld the sword out from the turian's stomach. Garrus had accepted his defeat and closed his eyes while still on his knees. He closed his eyes and felt a great warmth in his heart as he thought about his family and Palaven. He had a peaceful smile on his face with his eyes closed. "Im sorry." he said to his imagined family. Shepard then spun around and with one swing, lobbed the head off of Garrus Vakarian.
The exhausted clone dropped the sword and sat back on a barstool to catch a breather, almost completely forgetting about the battles occuring outside. His momentary rest was interrupted by the sound of two simultanious shotgun blasts, two quickly silenced krogan screams and two simultanious heavy thuds. He clumsily stepped into the bar room, to see everything completely smashed to bits. At that moment he realised he needed to complete his plans for his time was almost up. The situation had gotten much more dangerous for the clone that spread so much terror for all others. He looked down and saw Wrex and Grunt both layed lifeless on the floor in an enormous pool of blood. Both bodies were missing half their head and chest. Both corpses had their claymore shotguns aimed point blank range to the other. It was a shame that Grunt died, but the psycopath felt little empathy for the krogan, for he served his purpose, and that was all that mattered to Shepard.
Ground shaking vibrations grabbed Shepard's attention as he headed into the kitchen where Samara and Almalexia were duking it out. Unaware of the outcome mere seconds before entering the kitchen, all went silent. As he entered the kitchen he saw Samara in the corner behind Almalexia, who was on her knees. Both asari faced Shepard. While Almalexia put up a good fight, Samara had overcome her and had a strong hold with her arm wrapped around the commando's neck. "The code dictates her life or yours, beast."
Shepard smirked at the insult. He then looked directly at Almalexia. "Be my guest."
Samara hesitated for a moment, shocked by the ruthlessness of the clone. She then did a single motion and twisted the frantic Almalexia's neck. The naked commando fell lifeless to the floor.
"I must admit...." Samara said. "Your heartlessness baffles me."
"Yeah, it's almost as if I'd be as good of a justicar as you." Shepard scoffed.
"We make hard decisions and refrain from emotion for the betterment of the galaxy and the upholding of the code." Samara responded. "What you do is for your own perverse desires and comes from an evil heart."
"It's okay to admit you admire me, somewhere deep down." the still panting Shepard said, maintaining his usual arrogance with a face covered in blood. "I know you've always wanted a strong man such as myself. Just give in to me."
"You are no man." Samara stated coldly. "You are but a shadow of a truly wonderful man. No matter how much destruction you bring, history will never remember you. Just the man that you were the pitiful image of. A man that couldn't even save the one thing he truly loved in life.....Ashley Brooks...."
These words struck a powerful chord with the clone. A rage began to build up inside him as a large biotic aura surrounded him. Dark thoughts and hatred swelled inside him until Samara broke the silence by charging up her own biotic powers. "Let's end this."
Like a quick draw, the two shot biotic blasts mere feet from eachother that sent enormous shockwaves through the entire apartment building. Almalexia's dead body, ragdolled out of the room. All of the kictchen utensils flew in every direction as if gravity itself shot them outwards. After several rounds of these collisions, neither of the fighters broke ground. Finally, Shepard grew tired of Samara's insolence.
"Enough!" He shouted as the purple aura around him turned to a dark grayish blue. As his reaper augmentations charged up with his biotic neutralizing power, Samara grew uncertain as to what was hapening as she had never seen such a power being used naturally. Nor did she believe it possible. Shepard flung his left hand forward and the biotic neutralization waves flew towards Samara hitting her like a truck. All of her biotic capabilities were eradicated permenantely. Something she realized the moment the waves hit her and threw her back, feeling something was wrong. Not only did it destroy her biotics, the blast was greatly overcharged, which completely scrambled her motor functions.
This powerful blast also hurt Shepard, dropping him to the floor instantly and causing him to lose even more blood as it rushed out his nose and down his bare chest. After a few seconds, Shepard got back up and saw Samara wasn't far from where he left her. She appeared to have the cooridination of someone far too inebriated for their own good, leaning against the wall, falling over the kitchen counter and visibly fearful of the clone as he entered her field of view once more. She tried to channel her biotics out of desperation, but instead found feelings of futile horror each time, the way someone would feel trying to use a limb just after losing it.
"This has been an impressive assault."the clone admitted as he picked her up with her right arm and pushed her to the floor out in the main living room. She fell to her knees and slowly crawled to the shredded couch in hopes to catch some sort of breath. As the clone approached, she tried to muster one last biotic burst as she turned towards him still on the floor, but nothing happened. Samara knew now she was completely at his will.
Shepard decided to continue his torment of Samara. He grabbed a handful of the small tentacles on the back of her head, and yanked them back causing her to cry in agony as he ripped off four of them. Shortly after, he threw her to the floor off the couch causing her to roll twice on the carpet that was covered in glass. Shepard went over to another ancient human weapon that he bought in the Wards markets; the spear-like halberd.
As he got the halberd off of wall decorating mount, Samara managed to finally find the strength to stand up by the enormous shattered window, gripping the middle steel beam, almost falling a dozen stories below, with no biotics to save her. As she caught her breath, she looked up to see Shepard standing in front of her with the enormous spear.
"What's the code say about this?" Shepard said snidely. She raised her arms to beg for mercy, but to no avail. Shepard thrust upward with all of his strength as the halberd rammed through Samara's stomach causing him to lift her a few inches off of the ground. She grabbed the pole, and looked the clone in the eyes, unable to say a word. "Goodbye Samara." He then lifted her out the window with the halberd still going through her. He then thrust forward then backwards, causing her to gain momentum as he pulled the weapon out of her, leading her to fall a dozen stories landing on a parked shuttle down below, smashing her and the vehicle into one big heap.
Sheppard discarded the purple stained halberd onto the floor and leaned out to look down at the carnage and realized the C-sec sirens were ever so near. His ship suffered a major malfunction and was in the shop, so he would have to find a new way to get off the citadel once and for all. It was now time for him to travel to the dark underbelly of the wards, in hopes of finding a way out, without tipping C-sec off. He grabbed the last of his essentials and went to the front door. For a moment he turned around and looked at the absolute carnage and fires that lay before him. He turned off the lights and left the apartment, never to return again.
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