Chapter Seventeen
Gunnery Chief Ashley Williams found herself in a place that she never thought she'd ever be in. Yes, she was serving on the most advanced warship in the Alliance's fleet under a highly decorated commander. The quandary she found herself in was that she was entertaining the thought of transferring off of the Normandy. She knew that it would be a big mistake because her family's name would hold her back anywhere else. She mulled over everything that had occurred on the Normandy up until this point. She harbored feelings for her commanding officer sure but what really threw her was her stronger feelings towards a Cerberus defector. The same defector she had put into the best hospital in the galaxy. Her crush sported something Ashley thought was biologically impossible for any human female. This woman sported an appendage that was larger than any other toy she had ever used on herself. How could this same woman also have the perfect pair of breasts and the tightest yet fullest ass.
Ash couldn't stop from daydreaming about Miranda's figure as she finished up the last of the repairs and upgrades to Liara's pistol. She looked down and could see her nipples sticking out from her under her pink bra and white cotton tank top. She inadvertently shifted her legs and felt a slickness she didn't expect to find. Ashley was aroused and she didn't recognize it. She heard the elevator door open and saw a glimpse of red hair making its way towards her. She silently cursed at herself. She didn't want to appear aroused in front of her commanding officer. Thoughts of Miranda and their effects wouldn't go away easily or quickly. She tried not to ogle Zoe in her form fitting outfit but she wasn't that strong. Ash knew here lustful obsessions were growing and these obsessions could cause her focus on and off the battlefield to deteriorate. Ash quickly turned away from Zoe and tried her best to flatten her stiff nipples down back under her comfortable bra. She turned back around just as soon as she heard Zoe approaching her.
Ash threw up a hasty salute as she was in motion. She didn't realize that her hand had a sheen of grease still on it. The grease left a black line on the right side of her forehead. "Is there anything you need Ma'am? I just finished the repairs and upgrades to all of the ground team's weaponry. I can start on repairing our armor but it's not my stronger suit. I was about to head off for a shower. I am covered in sweat, grease and gun oil. I imagine that I am not smelling all too well right now." Ash finished getting most of the grease off her hands with the last clean rag she could find on the armory's workbench. She tossed the rage back on to the bench.
"I wouldn't be so quick to dispose of that rag. In your haste to salute me which you didn't really need to by the way, your hand left quite a black mark upon your normally beautiful and very clean forehead. However you can hold off on your rush to the showers for a moment. As you know, we were off on our pursuit of Saren. However, Admiral Hackett and the Alliance have throw us for a loop. The only reason we are diverting off is because two of my fellow N7's were dispatched on the same mission. One was sent in first when my friend didn't report in Command sent in my other friend. These two operatives are the only reason I am still standing today let alone a N7 graduate. They are my best friends before I joined the Normandy and met all of you." Zoe tried not to let a tear slip out but she failed as a droplet ran down her cheek.
"Now I am in need of a strong third member to my ground team. I would have taken Garrus along with Wrex and I but he got left behind on the Citadel in the warm embrace of another gorgeous redhead. Since I find myself shorthanded with both Tali and Garrus sidelined. I need to know if you can handle yourself in what will probably be close quarters clusterfuck of a firefight. Shit all most all of our missions end up being like that. I need to know if I can count on you. Can I can count on you marine?" Zoe gave Ash her famous penetrating gaze.
"To speak frankly skipper, I am an emotional mess. I most definitely fail any sort of pysch eval Chakwas could submit me to. I am lost Skipper. If you had come down here not ten minutes ago, you would have seen me holding Old Bess. She was shaking in my hands Skipper. She's never felt like that before. I don't think I can shoot straight at a gun range let alone in a close quarters firefight." Ash couldn't look Zoe in the eyes. Zoe could see the weight of shame and guilt. She knew she had to bench one of the best shots the Alliance had wasting away on some pissant colonial posting providing. Just because of her last name.
"If you, Garrus, or Tali aren't available for this mission, is there anybody left on board who could hold up to your high standards. I mean our gear is always in peak form. I've never had it this good before." Zoe caught the smallest of smiles ghost across Ashley's face.
"I can only recommend one person from our marines. Sergeant Ingrid Forsberg is cool and collected under fire and her marksmanship is impressive. She is easy on the eyes too not that I was looking for anything. She nearly beat me the last time we trained together. You know that I want to be on your flank saving your butt. I will not jeopardize the safety of the unit when I can't even hold my rifle without my hands shaking. I am going to see Chakwas as soon as I shower and change. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a lukewarm shower calling my name." Ash walked passed Zoe as she made her way to the elevator.
Zoe left the handling of the squad of Alliance marines to her subordinates. It was usually Ash who was the squad's commander. The squad was used to secure the surrounding area around the ship in hostile ports. Zoe kept thinking about the long road her gunnery sergeant was on until a low grunt coming from behind a large crate. She tilted her head and her jaw nearly hit the floor. Wrex had his talons wrapped around his long and hard yellow cock. The tip of his massive cock was a dark reddish color and was coated in a thin layer of lube. A few strokes of his cock later, off white strings of cum erupted in her direction. His cum landed mere inches from her boots.
A gruff voice broke the silence. "Had I known you were going in the audience, I would have gone for a bit more theatrics. Your cabin would have been a better stage." Wrex said before he pushed himself into a sitting position.
"Sorry about that but my cabin is usually occupied and not always by me. I would offer every one of my team better accommodations if I could but this is the military. The comfort of its soldiers is not high on the brass's list of priorities. You are impressive by the way Wrex. You could make the average male elcor nervous with that staff between your legs. If you're done, just make sure you clean up after yourself. We can't have anyone slipping on your large genetic juice. Get suited and booted once you're done, we have an urgent mission from Alliance Command. This is a time sensitive rescue mission and we are short handed. It will be you, me, and one of the marines."
"I work with anybody. Just make sure they don't walk in my line of fire. Even I get itchy trigger fingers every so often."
"Sergeant Ingrid Forsberg is going to be providing overwatch as much as she can in such close quarters. She is nearly as good as Williams. Jeez Wrex does talking about shop get you hard?" Wrex's huge yellow member was standing tall once again. He had no shame as he shifted his hips side to side causing his bat to bounce about. Zoe was starting to have second thoughts. Wrex would seriously split her into but she would expire with a bright orgasmic smile on her face.
"I have two large sets of testicles and a libido the size of a small galaxy. If I don't tend to my urges, my krogan blood starts to boil. Sex and self servicing myself are the two other methods that keep the blood lust in check. I can also smell your growing arousal." Wrex laughed as Zoe made a very quick exit . He liked the sway of her hips. He could be gentle. He tried to be gentle with that young ensign but she thought she knew better. That Gunnery Chief had those very strong thick hips. She looked like she could take a good pounding and enjoy it. He was pretty sure she wouldn't ever entertain the fact of bedding an alien. He grabbed a towel and started to mop up his own baby batter.
Zoe quickly made her way to the elevator. Seconds after the elevator doors closed behind her, Zoe buried her hand between her legs. She slid two fingers passed her slick lips. Zoe twitched her hips back and forth on her fingers. Blessed relief came a few moments later as she soaked then insides of her toned thighs. Zoe rode the elevator several times trying to cool herself down. When her orgasm finally subsided, she reentered the cargo bay. At the armory bench, there stood a tall blonde who kept her hair extremely short. The blonde was working on an assault rifle. Zoe walked over to the tall blonde.
"Sergeant… I'm glad you are available for this mission. My squad is rather shorthanded at the moment. You came highly recommended by Chief Williams. Prove yourself today and you will earn a spot on my ground team. Now as for the mission, we are the third and last attempt at retaking the main Alliance Research and Development base. If we fail this mission, the Alliance will commend with a devastating aerial bombardment. What we know so far is two separate N7 squads failed to retake the underground compound. We are going in blind. I have no plan other than the art of surprise. I'm glad to see you are good to go. We should be orbiting over the Earth's moon shortly. We are leaving in the Mako. Wrex should be…" Zoe looked over at the Mako and saw Wrex fiddling with his large shotgun. She couldn't stop imaging Wrex's large member just underneath his blood red armor. "When I suit and boot up… meet me inside the Mako. You will be operating the turret. I don't know if we will be encountering resistance outside of the complex but let's safe instead of sorry." Forsberg nodded her understanding before Zoe turned and walked over to her cargo bay locker. Her main armor was still being repaired and updated under Ash's careful eye.
She stripped down to her undergarments. She knew she felt a glimpse from Sergeant Forsberg checking her out. Zoe might have flexed her glutes as she bent over to pull on her compression pants. Zoe easily then pulled on her compression shirt over ample breasts. Zoe then methodically put her Alliance issued armor. It had been quite a long time since she had worn the standard garb. It was one step above garbage but it should keep her somewhat safe. Zoe then attached her weapons to the armor before making her way over to the Mako. She climbed into the cockpit hatch and slipped into the driver's seat. The ground team started running through the Mako systems making sure everything was mission ready. Joker came over the radio and told the ground team that the Normandy was orbiting over the Moon. They would be dropped out from the cargo bay shortly. The automatic seat restraints locked into place as the cargo bay was depressurized.
The cargo bay door opened and the Mako was jettisoned out. The small tank slowly plummeted down the Moon's surface. Zoe was tempted to rip of Neil Armstrong's famous lines at man first stepped foot on the moon. Wrex would have made some quip about human's fleshy sentimentality. The Mako's automatic systems controlled the tank's descent. The one drawback the Mako couldn't perfect was that of a perfect landing. Zoe took control of the Mako just after another rough landing. According the Mako's map display, the R&D compound was a few klicks away. The Normandy dropped the ground team in a very large crater. Zoe maneuvered the tank up a steep incline where the tank's radar picked up several red blips. She brought up an external camera feeds. She six large rocket defense turrets mounted on top of the roof of the compound. These cannons had built in laser targeting as long as they stayed mobile, the rockets would have trouble hitting the Mako.
Zoe already owed Ash a strong drink but after watching Sergeant Forsberg operate the tank's weapons systems as the young sergeant took out turret after turret, Zoe now owed her gunnery chief a bottle of expensive liquor. Forsberg made quick work of the six turrets as Zoe pulled the Mako up to one of entry points to the underground complex. She was the first out of the tank and had her shotgun drawn as soon as she stepped foot on to the moon. Wrex followed Zoe and Forsberg closed off their defensive triangle. Zoe found it strange that the door automatically opened for her. This was the main facility for Alliance research and she was able to waltz right in. Something was seriously wrong here.
The first few room of the compound were devoid of any forms of life but there were signs that humans had been here somewhat recently. It was when they reached the main atrium that they saw the first signs of human existence. Several Alliance scientists were strewn out on the floor. Each one was riddled with bullet wounds as just their uniforms were soaked in blood. Seconds later, the trio was under a barrage of automatic weapon fire. Zoe and Forsberg tried to find cover wherever they could. Wrex on the overhand laughed as the humans ducked for cover. He activated his biotic barrier and charged out with his shotgun wailing blast after blast.
Wrex's barrage gave Zoe and Forsberg the suppressing fire needed for the two soldiers to position themselves in places where they could defend the krogan. The large room was inundated with flying assault and rocket drones. Wrex was doing his best but he was starting to take damage. Zoe and Forsberg drew their weapons and started picking off the drones one by one. Zoe saw that right before Wrex's barrier finally gave out on him, he ducked behind a large pillar. He had three rocket drones locked on to his former position. Zoe shot off three quick bursts from her assault rifle. Three rocket drones exploded in mid air before their remnants fell to the ground. Sgt. Forsberg picked off the remaining drones. Zoe was impressed with the sergeant's prowess in combat. That she decided that the sergeant earned a spot in the ground team. She also owed Ashley a second chance.
Zoe was driven from her thoughts when her eyes came across a very familiar logo on the armor of several dead soldiers in the center of the room. She tapped where that same logo would have been had she been in her favorite set of armor. She took of her helmet as tears started to stream down her face. She recognized her two friends instantly. Their armor had been riddled with bullet holes. Zoe motioned to Forsberg to cover her as she leapt out from cover. Zoe charged towards her friends. She knew they were both dead but that couldn't stop her from checking anyways. The clear face shield of Carmen's helmet was shattered. Zoe could see pieces of the shield sticking out of Carmen's face. Zoe tried to stem her tears but she and Carmen had history. She and Carmen were extremely close during training. There were so many times that they were almost caught in very compromising positions. Neither wanted anything long term for who knew where the next deployment would be.
Zoe then thought of her "ZIC" tattoo on the underside of her left wrist. All three ladies got matching tattoos on their graduations from N7 school. Zoe always looked upon that tattoo when she was facing insurmountable odds during a mission. Those thoughts and that tattoo gave her the added strength to complete her missions. Zoe felt wave after wave of sadness storming through her system. They were thick as thieves before and during training. How did they end up dying. Izzy and Carmen were elite soldiers in their own right. How could her friends die in a horrible fashion? Dying in an ambush from a bunch of drones? That 's unheard of for the elite N7's. Izzy and Carmen had both taken down some of the nastiest slavers in the galaxy.
Just as the large wave of sadness came, it was pushed out by a wave of warmth and love coming through her bond with Liara. Liara felt Zoe's pain. She had just finished analyzing the data from Saren's personal servers when she felt Zoe's wave of grief and sorrow. She knew that Zoe was hoping to rescue her friends. Liara as a practical person. She knew that what brought down one N7 squad had the potential to bring down another. Nobody was like Zoe Shepard. She was a true master on the battlefield as well as in the boudoir. She could feel Zoe's pain after Zoe discovered the bodies of her friends. She sent as much love and warmth over their bond.
Thank you love.
Never should you have to ask. I will let Chakwas and the crew knew to prep for a mass casualty event. I think we should also let the Alliance know. We really aren't equipped to handle such an event.
I know I want to take my friends abroad but I know that I can't. It's against Alliance Protocol. It's one of the regs that I actually follow. Yes let the Alliance know we have a Mas-Cas here. We haven't come across any survivors… Zoe's side of their bond went silent. Liara nearly screamed out through their bond.
Zoe, Forsberg and Wrex started to make their way around the labs. There were bodies everywhere but what worried Zoe was that there weren't more of these defense drones swarming them. She wasn't an expert on Alliance security but she knew they didn't spare the expense when it came to security. Zoe dropped into a crouch when she heard a few bullet wing off of a metal wall nearby. She caught a glimpse of a woman with short black hair and chocolate skin rush down through the T intersection and passed the trio. The mysterious woman had her hand extended backwards as she fired blindly. The trio saw who was chasing the woman. It was an Alliance security guard wielding some sort of makeshift knife.
Zoe took aim before she called out. "DROP THE KNIFE! DO NOT BE STUPID!" The idiot took one step forward. Zoe put one mass accelerated round dead center mass. The idiot was dead before his corpse hit the floor. "You can come out now miss. He has been put down." A very spooked woman emerged from a side room. Her top had been ripped to pieces. Zoe could see a beautiful black lacy bra underneath an Alliance researcher's jumpsuit. "Could you please either drop the pistol or at least put the safety on."
Zoe heard a metallic clang as she saw the pistol hit the floor. The trio moved up to the top of the corridor where the young woman was standing. Forsberg went over and secured the young woman's pistol. The young woman leaned up against the wall before sliding down to the floor. "Forsberg, see if you can find something to cover this young lady up please." The sergeant exited the area.
"You don't have to call me young lady. I am not much younger than you Commander Shepard. Maybe a few years at the very latest. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Assistant Director of Research Samantha Traynor."
"Miss Traynor, can you give me a rundown of exactly what went down here. I could surely download the security footage and review it that way. However, when possible I like to hear firsthand accounts from those who were involved. But first, I'd like to know who that man I just killed was and why was he chasing you." Zoe asked as she stored away her weapon.
Samantha took a deep breath and composed herself. "His name was Deacon Jones. He was one of the hired security guards for this place. I wish we had the funding for more trained guards. This idiot has a criminal record from here back to the earth but since he knows important people and is certified psychopath, he keeps getting hired. He really belongs in that new space prison Purgatory. I believe he was going to rape me at the very least. I would have ended up a corpse who he tossed into the incinerator." Samantha accepted a blanket that Sgt. Forsberg handed to her. Samantha silently nodded her thanks.
"That was one problem solved. Now for the big question. The fact that you have two squads of well trained marines led by two N7 operatives dead in your atrium." Zoe usually had a high tolerance for her patience but these were trying times.
"I don't believe you have the necessary authority or clearance to even ask those questions Commander. Even if you are a Council Spectre, this is still an Alliance only matter of which you do not need to know what goes on here. I believe you were just called in to secure the site. You have done so. You and your comrades are free to leave now." Zoe saw the fire burning in Samantha Traynor's eyes. The Alliance was definitely hiding something here.
"I have two options here. Option one is that I take you into my custody and turn you over to the Citadel Council. They will deal with you pending my investigation. Option two is place a round from my sidearm directly between your eyes and then activate this compound's self destruct protocol. I then report back to Admiral Hackett that this place was overtaken by some unknown force which my squad subdued. My report will state that all personnel of the facility were found dead along with the two squads of marines and N7 operatives. It will conclude that the site is a total loss." Zoe said before she pulled out her sidearm, disengaging the safety and then pointed at Traynor.
"What about option three?" Somehow Traynor had slipped off the research jumpsuit she had wrapped around her body. Traynor then stood up allowing the blanket to fall to the floor. "Option three is a variant of option two with the slight twist of having one survivor not being reported to the brass and in return Samantha Traynor disappears only to become Tavira Oletra the personal servant to the first human Spectre. I can tell that you find me incredibly attractive. Oxford is one incredibly expensive university for a student not on scholarship and being from a family of colony tenant farmers. Samantha Traynor and Ava Serena Rose were two of Oxford's best and most well rounded students." Traynor caught a look of recognition from the sergeant when she mentioned Ava's name. Traynor was one of the most highly sought after escort in the greater Oxford region. She was Samantha Traynor student by day and Ava Serena Rose the one and only lady of the night.
"Ever been around Oxford Sergeant?" Samantha saw the sergeant blushed through the clear face plate. The university happened to be just a stone's throw away from an Alliance base. As a present slash gag gift, several of her fellow soldiers hired Ava for a night to help Forsberg celebrate her big promotion. Samantha wasn't expecting much other than an bumbling awkward private. What she found was one of her own personal best experiences. The sergeant was quite the talented lover who first claimed that she was a virgin. Samantha could read a lover for their needs very quickly. It was what set her apart from the common escort. She was sad the night had ended. She always hated herself for not getting the Sergeant's contact details. The sergeant was the only who ever took Samantha over the razor's edge.
"I could let Wrex here have his way with you. You'd be walking funny for at least a month. I could still put a bullet in your head. Why can you just gave me a straight answer? I pretty much have an idea of what the Alliance was researching here. I'm sure that the Council would be interested in hearing that the human race is following down the same road the Quarians. There was no signs of external forces trying to get in here. All of this death and destruction came from the inside. Those drones we took out were ordered by someone or something to attack. That and I hacked my way inside your building's security system. It seems that your system didn't resist any of my attempts. It seems that it wanted to let me in. To show off but a mere computer system that's illegal under council law. Then again when has the Alliance completely followed council doctrine. You all were working on artificial intelligence. By the looks of things around here, it looks things took a turn for the worse. So I'm not sure I need another mouth aboard the Normandy. I'm really leaning towards option one." Zoe started charging up the power cell of her pistol.
"Captain… if I may offer a solution?" Forsberg stepped forward as she spoke out. "We sidetracked off of our main directive from the Council for this mission. I say we take her with us but not before attaining all the research data the scientists were working on as evidence. As the Normandy's only sworn Alliance MP, I am taking Traynor into my custody. We can keep her in the brig if need be but something tells me that she won't be much of a problem." Forsberg watched as Zoe mulled over her proposition. It took the Captain several minutes before she delivered her decision.
"I see you wouldn't be making this offer without understanding that your offer places Traynor in your custody. She screws up that means you have screwed up. I won't think twice or lose sleep if I have space both of you out of an airlock. Do not force me to do this." Zoe looked over at Traynor. "My sergeant seems to think you have some value. You will start earning your keep by giving us a full data dump of any and all projects this base was working on. Even though I serve the Council Miss Traynor, I am still incredibly loyal the Alliance. Do not follow my advice and my trigger finger gets itchy quickly. Forsberg, escort her to wherever she needs to go while Wrex and I head back to the main entrance to await The Normandy's arrival. Am I clear?"
"Crystal Ma'am. After you Miss Traynor." Forsberg said as she pointed her rifle towards the prisoner. The two set off in the opposite direction. The two walked silently. They had an uneasy history between them which could feel like treading water or walking on broken glass. After several more minutes of silent trudging, the duo arrived at Traynor's office.
Welcome back Miss Traynor. Forsberg heard a sweet voice welcome back her prisoner. She never saw the need for anything that fancy. She preferred a noisy barracks with her fellow soldiers to this office. Ingrid watched as Traynor logged into her workstation. Traynor then opened a desk drawer and pulled out an OSD and plugged it in to the machine.
"This is going to take some time. I've read you've received a few more accolades since our first encounter. I'd like to offer my belated congratulations Ingrid." Samantha saw the look the sergeant made at the use of her first name. "My apologies Sergeant. I thought we still shared that special connection that I thought formed those many years ago. I have a bit of a confession. There as only been one person whose ever taken my needs fully even though she was the paying customer. I wanted to see you again. I would have gladly paid you for another date. I don't know what to call these feeling I have for you still even after all this time apart. I felt a fool when I didn't ask for your contact info."
"Why are you telling me all of this now? The services you provided relieved quite a bit of stress I had built up trying to move up the ranks. You might have unlocked something I thought I buried deep inside of me a long time ago. You could not grow up in my family and like the fairer sex. My parents were believers in a very traditional very religious sect of Christian Fundamentalism. Up until that night of my promotion, I was one the straightest laced ladies in probably the entire galaxy. Somehow some Serrice Ice Brandy slipped passed my iron lips and unlocked all of my defenses. Since that night, I've been in two relationships with two wonderful women. On the flipside, I haven't been home in years."
"You and I share similar stories Sergeant. My parents weren't heavily religious. They believed in some form of higher power but they never subscribed to any one of the many religions. I will say that they were naturalists. They believed that the world should behave as nature intended. Man and woman were purposed for recreating together. My father was a legendary fornicator. He sired several of my half brothers and sisters with several of the single women within my colony. I was happy to escape that festering gene pool. As I spoke about earlier I paid for school by my secretive sexy side of myself which let you and I cross paths." A beep came from the workstation. "It seems my estimates about how long it would take to acquire all of the data. I am actually a fan of your commanding officer. I am just not sure if the Citadel Council has the best intentions for Shepard."
Samantha saw Ingrid's face soften and relax slightly. "You aren't the only one to share those concerns. Had you been straightforward with Shepard, she would have rolled out the red carpet for you." Ingrid couldn't help but let a giggle slip passed her lips. "That is if you can get passed her asari bondmate."
Samantha took out the OSD, placed it into a protective case and left it on the desk. She then stood up and walked over to a closet. She pulled off her dirty underwear and tossed it inside the closet. She had a feeling that this place would soon be nothing more than a smoldering crater. She felt Ingrid's deep blue eyes checking out every inch of her toned backside. Her last set of clean underwear happened to be not only her favorite pair but also her sexiest which she saved for that very, very rare special occasion. She pulled on her pink thong and bra set before donning a silver dress that clung to Traynor's toned body. Samantha last laced up her matching silver high heels. She ran her fingers through her silky black locks before she turned around and faced Ingrid. She heard Ingrid audibly inhale as she slowly spun around.
"This dress has absolutely no storage. Also I think that Shepard would like it better if you were carrying all of the research. I have also set the entire local network here to wipe itself of all current and past research. I am not taking any risks even if your commander decides to blow this place to smithereens." Samantha then gets naughty idea. "You can still frisk me if you want. This dress really doesn't allow me to hide anything but you never can be too careful."
"All Alliance prisoners get the standard strip and cavity search before being placed inside the ship's brig. As your arresting officer, it is my job to process you before your stay in our brig." Ingrid reached behind her and pulled out her set of handcuffs. "Would you please turn around and put your arms behind your back. Shepard would lock me up in the brig with you if I brought you back the Normandy unrestrained. "
Samantha smiles as she turned around and interlocked her fingers behind her head. Ingrid secured her rifle her back and then removed her helmet on before she brought her cuffs out. Her blonde ponytail swayed back and forth with each step. She placed one of the cuffs on one of Samantha's wrists. Ingrid pulled Samantha up against her and planted a kiss on the chocolate goddess's neck. "I missed my chocolate goddess. I didn't want to admit to myself but you left quite a mark on my heart and my soul. I am seriously sloshing around underneath my armor. Keep up the act and I'll see how much I can reward you." Ingrid then secured the second cuff on Samantha's other hand. Ingrid then unexpectedly spun Samantha around planted a bit wet kiss on Sam's puffy dusty rose lips. Samantha eagerly returned Ingrid's affection by tracing her tongue along Ingrid's blue tinged lips. Ingrid gasped at Samantha's boldness which gave Samantha just enough of an opening to slip her tongue passed Ingrid's lips.
Ingrid's tongue wrapped around and hugged Samantha's tiny turgid torpedo. Ingrid could have continued to kiss Samantha for an eternity but her suit's built in radio chirped to life. "Shepard to Forsberg: The Normandy has touched down. The Mako has been loaded. Chakwas has toetagged all of the dead making them ready for pickup. What is taking you and your prisoner so long. I expected you both back fifteen minutes ago. Hackett's given me permission to activate the compound's self destruct protocol. Get your rears in gears! Shepard out."
Ingrid gently disentangled herself from Samantha. She then took a few big deep breaths to calm her heart rate and center her mind. "Forsberg to Shepard: Encountered unexpected delay in transferring data to secure drive. Two in route to LZ. Forsberg out." Ingrid knew Shepard liked short succinct radio communication even if she couldn't give it out herself. Ingrid heard two bursts of an open mic. Shepard heard her response but was unable to verbally respond. It wasn't a good sign if your commanding officer couldn't verbally respond. Ingrid quickly retrieved her rifle and loaded a fully charged clip of inferno rounds into the magazine. "Stay a few paces behind me. Shepard wasn't able to verbally respond. The LZ could be hot."
Forsberg took point as they made their way back to the main entrance. The dead were neatly arranged and all were covered in sheets. The duo made their way over to the airlock. Forsberg opened up a storage container and pulled out a small rebreather mask. Ingrid then secured the mask to Samantha's face and made sure the small tank of air was flowing. Last, she grabbed a thermal blanket with built in heating coil. The surface of the moon was cold even when on the bright side. She wrapped the blanket around Samantha before turning the coil on. Ingrid asked if Sam was ready to leave. Sam nodded in the affirmative. Ingrid walked over the other side of the airlock door to the door controls when a klaxon started blaring and an artificial voice announced that the self destruction protocol activated. The compound will be destroyed in under ten minutes. Ingrid knew that protocol would disable the electronic controls to all the doors of the compound. Ingrid disengaged the door locks manually before she slowly pushed the heavy airlock door open. She waved Sam to step inside the airlock with her. Ingrid then saw the familiar logo of the N7 poking out from the two closest corpses.
Ingrid told Samantha to stay put. She ran over to the first body and pulled off the sheet. The armor name plate read Ibanez. The body next to Ibanez was Flores. Flores was the smaller of the two dead operatives. Forsberg summoned her strength and slowly pulled the soldier to the air lock. She quickly ran back to Ibanez who was several inches taller and several pounds heavy. Ibanez also favored heavy armor which made dragging her body that much more problematic. Ingrid nearly dislocated her shoulder struggling to pull Ibanez's body into the airlock. Ingrid swore exhaustedly as she tried to push the airlock door closed. They were running out of time. Ingrid asked Sam if she was ready. Sam nodded her head. Ingrid ran over to the emergency door release and hotwired the override. The rapid change of pressure caused the outer airlock door to explode outwards onto the cold surface of the moon.
A gruff gravelly voice called out over the radio. "What the hell took you so long Sergeant. Shepard was a few seconds away from ordering the Normandy from taking off."
"Wrex… oh thank god. Get over here and help me. Somebody activated the compound's self destruct protocol. I need help moving Shepard's friends. I knew Shepard wanted to blow this place but not with her friends or the other soldiers still inside. Somebody else wanted to blow this place to hell. We have less than five minutes." Wrex charged over when he heard about the five minutes. Without hesitation, Wrex scooped up the two dead soldiers before he charged back towards the Normandy. Ingrid escorted Samantha up the cargo bay airlock ramp just before Wrex closed the door.
"Wrex, I don't want to second guess Shepard but where the hell was she? Why isn't she here helping us?" Ingrid barked out as she helped Samantha into the airlock.
"You shouldn't question your commanding officer. She sought out the professional help of Dr. T'Soni. Wrex to bridge. Get us airborne now. The whole complex is set to be completely destroyed in less than five minutes." There was a whush of clean air filled the small airlock. The decontamination scan had just finished. The inner airlock door opened into cargo bay. The silver haired fox met the stragglers as they walked out the airlock. She told Wrex to place the two soldiers down on top of two silver bags. Wrex gently placed each soldier down the cargo bay's floor before he walked over to his little cubby hole near the armory.
"Dr. Chakwas… do you know when the mission debriefing will be occurring? I have to secure the prisoner and then start on my report." Ingrid asked the good doctor.
"I wouldn't expect any sort of official debrief Sergeant. The captain came aboard as soon as the Normandy touched down. She was looking in quite a state. I was going to request that she check in with me but she said she needed the care of her bondmate. Dr. T'Soni is best for handling Shepard's mental health. I think that Shepard will come find you in her own time. I'd advise you go about your normal duties. We are now back on to our priority mission until we hear otherwise." The silver haired fox zipped Ibanez and Flores and then activated the bags special features. The bags put the bodies in a personal biotic stasis field. This was only a temporary fix. All N7 operatives know that they rarely receive a proper burial. Unless Shepard were to intervene, the same fate would be fell these two.
"Right away Dr. Chakwas. I have to take the prisoner to the brig." Ingrid escorted Samantha over to the elevator. The two rode the elevator up to deck two. Ingrid used her security clearance and code to open the hidden door that led into the small cage. There was very poor ventilation in the small room, The room still smelled of feminine juices. There was also a used thong in the center of the only cell. Ingrid secured her rifle to her back. She led Samantha into the only cell. "I have to secure my weapons. I cannot leave you unattended anywhere else on the ship. Please step inside the cell." Samantha coplied as she walked inside the cell. The blue force field flashed to life behind Samantha. Ingrid then secured the brig behind her before making her way to the crew's armory. Ingrid stored her weapons inside her secured locker. She stripped out of her armor. She wasn't lying to Samantha earlier. Her knickers were properly soaked. She always kept a spare pair in her locker for occasions like this.
Ingrid slipped on her underwear before she put on her daily uniform. She then pulled out the OSD from one of her small armor's small storage pockets. Somebody was willing to blow up a very expensive research facility to cover the clearly illegal research being conducted. Ingrid decided to keep the OSD on her person until she could turn it over to Shepard.
Zoe all of a sudden felt the walls closing in on her as she stood next to her dead friends. What was taking Sergeant and that snooty British bitch so long to download some files. She radioed her sergeant to get a sitrep. Dr Chakwas had already assessed the identities of the dead. She and a few other soldiers id'ed over a hundred dead. It was a nightmare. Ashley had just taken the Mako back into the cargo bay. Zoe was climbing up the walls inside her mind and was close to a breakdown. Liara felt her lover's stress and chimed in via their bond link.
Love come back to your cabin. Let Wrex and your sergeant handle the rest of the work here. I too need to feel your warm embrace just as you need to feel mine. Everybody has been notified. Please come back to me love.
"Wrex, I am needed back aboard the ship. Please wait for my Sergeant and her prisoner. They shouldn't much longer. " Wrex nodded as he held his shotgun just in case.
Zoe made her way back to the Normandy. She didn't stop at her personal armory as required by Alliance regs to safely secure her weapons. She took the elevator up to deck two where she did remember store her weapons in her personal locker just outside of the medbay. Zoe trudged her way over to her cabin. The door slid open and Zoe's eyes nearly leapt out of her sockets. Liara was attired in what had to be an Xan'raha original. Liara looked amazing in the red lacy teddy that barely covered her massive mammeries. Her turgid torpedo stood at attention for her red haired captain. Zoe hit the emergency release button for her armor. Every piece of her armor then fell to the cabin floor.
Zoe's nipples hardened up and could be seen poking up through her compression shirt. There was a bit of drool on the edge of Zoe's lips as her lust grew by the minute. Liara strut slowly over to her lover leaned and kissed Zoe on the lips before she wrapped Zoe up into her arms. Her hard cock poked Zoe's navel. Zoe shuttered as she felt at home and safe wrapped up in Liara's arms. She whispered to her blue babe to take her to bed. Liara guided the redhead bombshell over to the Captain's bed. She gently took off Zoe's shirt before helping the auburn goddess down on to the soft bed. Zoe noticed her mattress was quite a bit softer than the standard government issue.
"I couldn't stand another night on that substandard government issued pad. I took the liberty in dipping into my secret slush fund for a necessary purchase. I had it secretly loaded while we were on the Citadel then I brought it up here while you were on mission. I hope you approve." Liara hoped Zoe approved.
"I can't believe on what I was missing out. You surprise me every day." Zoe smiled before she kissed Liara. "As much as I want that big beautiful blue cock pumping me silly full of your baby blue baby batter, I just need your love, warmth and perhaps a meld to soothe my troubled mind." Liara nodded before kissing Zoe's cheek. She then rolled Zoe onto her side before she snuggled up behind Zoe. Liara wrapped her arms around Zoe's waist and pulled the redhead in close. Zoe's rear had a mind of its own as Liara's turgid torpedo slipped between Zoe's chiseled cheeks.
"The meld is helped and deepened if my friend is inside of you. It creates another connection point and centers you. You know this Zoe." Zoe did know this and contorted her body so that she could easily slide off her body before she tossed her panties onto the floor. She didn't change her position but let Liara lead. She was the melding expert after all. Liara lifted Zoe's right leg to give her torpedo easier access to Zoe's torpedo tube. Zoe gasped as Liara's thick bubous head stretched her southern lips and shuddered as the thick shaft slid home up towards the top of Zoe's pocket. Liara whispered if Zoe was ready continue. Zoe just nodded. Liara then whispered Embrace Eternity into Zoe's ears right before Liara's eyes turned back as she initiated the meld.
LIara, Zoe and their growing bundle of light rejoined each other inside the meld. "Talk to me love. There is no one else but me and our little one."
"Someone high in Alliance High Command sacrificed my friend for something I think is incredibly pointless. Not only my friends were slaughtered but nearly a hundred brilliant Alliance scientists. This was just too well orchestrated to be an experiment got awry. It is either that or a successful test of some destructive new technology. We took in a survivor but my instincts are telling me that she knows a lot more than she's told me so far. I had Forsberg take her into custody. We can transfer her if we need to. We are just two relay jumps away from Alliance Advance Command on Arcturus station. I think Forsberg knows the woman so I will rely on her assessment. I love how you can center in mere seconds to avert me from having a meltdown. Well you and this little one." Zoe looked over to their purple bundle of joy.
"Yes, I believe she will not get any bigger until your transformation is fully complete. You are already one of a kind to me. I believe that your human body will fight against my asari genetics. Our child will stay just like this until everything is ready." Liara embraced Zoe and kissed the soon to be mother of their child. "I do have good news. I finished the deep dive of Saren's personal files. I know what's going on Virmire. It might be Saren's base but it's also a very well equipped research laboratory. He's got somewhat of a rudimentary cure for the Genophage but he's not using it to help and uplift the krogan. He just using them as cannon fodder. It's more like a variant of cloning. The sooner we put him down the better. Something else I pulled from his files is he is looking for any information about the reapers. From what he's pieced together, we are not ready for the reapers by a long shot. How can we defeat a race of sentient machines with some being as tall as a skyscraper? It's almost as bad as those distress messages the protheans burned into your mind. There has to be a solution other than trying to beat them into submission because I don't think that we will be able to. It would take a galactic miracle."
"I don't want to talk about anything depressing any longer. Your big beautiful cock is where it should be. Your hands are cupping my breasts and even within the bond, I can feel your hot breath on my neck. I want to stay in the meld forever. Why don't we think of baby names as you slowly and pleasurably pump me." Zoe shuddered as Liara hit her sweet spot. "I said I didn't want to be pummeled but for the love of the Goddess go faster and squeeze my tits a little tighter." Zoe shuddered as a huge orgasm rocked her body. She covered Liara's lower half in her juicy cream. Their bond was growing. Liara could hold it longer with less strain but her shattering orgasm that painted Zoe's insides blue with sticky baby batter. The two lovers came out of the bond. Liara slid out her soft cock out from Zoe's folds. She wanted to clean herself but Zoe turned around and wrapped her up in her arms.
"Where do you think we are going? You are mine and I have no intention of ever letting you go." Zoe said before she latched her lips onto Liara's large hard nipple. "I just wanted a breather before we start round two. I want to feel life instead of thinking about death and suffering. Chasing after one maniac after another is really taxing to my health and psyche. I had a dream I never told you about the night after we found out about my transformation. I dreamt I used my transformation to disappear from the Alliance. My name and fame are starting to get to me. I don't know how I cope some days. Some days I drink too much others are spent with you and our very, very, close friends. I don't know how much longer I can take it." A tear slipped down her cheek as she clung to her lover.
"You are who you are Zoe. I think you could disappear but I don't think it would last. Could you really change who you really are inside? You saved a naïve archeologist from a sadist krogan and his geth not to mention said archeologist's mother who was brainwashed by Saren. You could have put a bullet behind her eyes and moved on. You went an extra ten thousand miles. Of course in the age of FTL travel, ten thousand miles is small… anyways you didn't have to but you did. I am babbling again aren't I?"
"You were but you are so cute when you do. How can I be still what people see as Shepard when they are expecting to see a red haired human with peachy tan skin and large juicy breasts." Zoe shook her breasts around to emphasize her point. "I will miss my cute patch of red hair. I remember getting my first little strands just before my eleventh birthday." Zoe bent down and wrapped her hand around Liara's little friend. "Oh our little friend is sticky and has lost its strength. We will have to change that and clean up in the progress."
Zoe leaned down and swooped up Liara's blue friend in between her lips. Even in its softer state, Liara's cock radiated warmth. She tickled the back of the tip with her tongue. Liara squealed as her body involuntarily quivered. The big blue cock grew nice and hard once again. Zoe let the cock slip passed her lips. It bounced around for a few seconds before Zoe wrapped her hands around Liara's thick shaft and gave several loving pumps before letting bounce free once again. Zoe pressed her legs together and brought them up towards her head exposing her strawberry patch. She looked deeply into Liara's eyes. Liara crawled herself into position before wrapped her hand around her thickness.
Liara teased Zoe as she stroked Zoe's soaked lips before she backed off before she pushed the bulbous head against Zoe's pink pucker. Zoe gasped out at Liara's boldness. Zoe liked the old say Fortune favors the bold. She tried to push herself up against that bulbous head. Liara got the message and she took her cock and lubed up her cock with Zoe's juice. A few seconds later, Liara lined herself up with Zoe's rear entrance. She slowly pressed up against Zoe's pucker and slid past Zoe's last rear defense. Zoe couldn't stop the intrusion and rested her legs upon Liara's shoulders. Once past Zoe's ring, Liara felt little resistance as she plundered her lover's pucker.
"Faster… faster… d…d…deeper." Zoe panted out before Liara bottomed out her ten inch cock. Both lovers had a sheen of sweat covering both bodies. Neither could last much longer. Thrust after thrust, Liara's animalistic side was starting to emerge as she grunted. Her enormous breasts smacked into each other as she moved in a frenzied pace. Her entire body flared with blue biotic energy. Her last thrust she withdrew all the way out of Zoe even her dick was glowing bright blue. She drove it back into her lover as she collapsed on top of Zoe. Blinding blue light emanating from both Zoe and Liara as Liara's cock exploded inside Zoe's ass. Rope after blue sticky rope shot out from the blue tip as Liara's cum filled up Zoe. The dim cabin was now bathed in bright blue light right before both Zoe and Liara fell into a deep sleep.
The one thing Ingrid detested more than anything else in the entire galaxy was writing and filing reports. She had just finishing her mission summation and sent it off to the Captain. Now it was time to start the prisoner detention report. She decided to interview the prisoner instead of trying to guess about Samantha Traynor's personal details. Ingrid made her way over to the entrance of the brig. The door slid open after she used her access code. There stood a barely clothed woman behind the blue biotic barrier. Ingrid turned around and locked down the brig. She then brought up her omni-tool's built in video recorder feature.
Ingrid started the recording. "This is Systems Alliance Staff Sergeant Ingrid Forsberg conducting an interview with detainee Samantha Traynor. The current date is Wednesday April 27th 2186 and the current time is zero zero forty nine. For my own record, Miss Traynor, can you state your name, title, and place of employment."
"I am indeed Samantha Traynor. I am the Alliance Assistant Director of Research & Development. I was stationed at the Alliance's Luna moon compound." Samantha's eyelids were drooping more minute by minute. She wanted to sleep but was claustrophobic and a mild hypochondriac. Sleeping on the cold metal floor in a very tiny cell was far from an optimal choice.
"The Normandy received a priority directive from Admiral Steven Hackett to deviate from our current mission taking rogue Spectre Saren Arterius. We were asked to look into the disappearance of two squads of Alliance marines led by two N7 operatives. Those soldiers were sent to investigate a distress call sent by somebody inside the compound. The Normandy was called in those two squads failed to report in. Are you willing to tell me just what was going on at your research facility? Was Captain Shepard correct in her assessment of the creation of advanced technology banned by the Citadel Council?" Ingrid hoped that Samantha would tell her the truth.
Samantha turned away from Ingrid. She was internally hoping and pleading that Ingrid wouldn't ask her anything about her work with Alliance R&D. "Are you ordering me to answer for if you do then I will be forced to answer which in tern activates the treason clause of my contract. I could be court-martialed at the very least for tangentially mentioning anything related to my work. The way the SA deals with traitors is swifter and less expensive than convening a tribunal for a court-martial. Please don't ask me. I wasn't forced into signing anything I shouldn't have but they Alliance is incredibly protective of what we work on as they should. It relates to the security of Earth all of our colonies and their inhabitants." Ingrid noticed Samantha's hands were twitching rhythmically. She would have review the playback. Was Samantha sending her a secret message.
"I see that I shouldn't ask you about your work. Your place of employment was just blown to hell. What will you do next?" Ingrid was curious to hear the reply.
"Well I'm still employed by Alliance but somebody with a lot of power ordered the destruction of where I was working. Not caring whether or not anybody survived the explosion, I might as well stay dead. Do you know anybody who is looking for an expert in experimental communication technologies and is hiring? I might need a new identity. So I might as well start anew." Samantha's energy was waning quickly. "I haven't eaten anything in over a day. I was in the middle of some heavy research when the whole place went to hell."
Ingrid smiled. "Interview ended oh one hundred hours." Ingrid saved the video file to her omni-tool before turning off her omni-tool. "I'll be right back." Ingrid quickly unlocked the door, exited and then relocked the brig down. She then rode the elevator down to the cargo bay and made her way over to the Normandy Quartermaster. She requested a set of woman's sweat pants, a thin blue sweater and a pair of blue fuzzy slippers. Metal floors and warm feet are not the best of friends. Ingrid thanked the quartermaster for the supplies before returning back up to the brig. Seconds later, she deactivated the force field and handed the clothes to Samantha. "Come on, I bet you could use a hot meal and cup of coffee." Ingrid saw that warm smile quickly appear on Sam's face as she led Sam out of the brig.
The galley was only really full during meal times on the larger ships. On the Normandy, it was more like eat when you felt hungry. Samantha took the seat closest to the galley. She watched Ingrid bend over to pick up something out of one of bottom cabinets when a bit of shiny white material sticking out from Ingrid's uniform. Sam knew her lingerie and that particular thong was from Xan'raha's Azhana collection. The material was designed to keep the wearer wet and ready. Was Ingrid trying to send her a message? Several minutes later, Ingrid brought two trays with a simple breakfast and two cups of steaming coffee. The duo ate in silence until they heard loud but muffled moaning and a bright blue light emanate from the Captain's cabin.
"Just exactly what was that?" Sam said after she almost dropped her mug of coffee.
Ingrid smiled. Shepard and T'Soni relieving battle stress after a tough mission. "That's just a normal occurance here on the Normandy. Battle stress relief: it's a basic necessity every soldier needs to take care of otherwise the stress eats away at you. Sex is a great stress reliever. Myself, I like to go for a run or do many crunches and pushups or I tickle my sweet spot. I am not on duty again until after Shepard holds the post mission debriefing. That could be up to a day from now. It really depends on the Captain. I am going to retire soon. Space is at a premium. I could bring you back to the brig where you would have room to stretch out and lie down or we can see if there is an extra open sleeping pod." Ingrid stood up, took the empty trays over to the sterilizing machine and loaded the machine.
"I am not a big fan of those sleeping pods unless they are a last resort. Despite being quite tired, I don't think I can fall asleep in a new environment easily. I have heard a lot about The Normandy. Do you think I can have the ten cent tour or am I required to stay in the brig until further notice?" Sam wringed her hands nervously.
"I suppose you don't pose a major security risk but if you do I have a certain set of skills I can call upon to stop you. Follow me." Ingrid watched Samantha stand up from the table.
The duo walked up the stairs when Samantha felt a little cheeky. "So how does an enlisted woman afford a pair of Azhana underwear? I thought you guys were more function over fashion." Samantha upped the ante by then gently slapped Ingrid's taut rear.
Ingrid turned around on the landing. She had fire in her eyes. "How dare you! You cheeky, cheeky minx. You were so checking me out while I was fetching supplies for your breakfast. I should throw you back in the brig for that. If you must know it was a gift from a former lover who was quite well off. Now enough about my undergarments or something tells me you have ulterior motives." Ingrid smirked at the quirky scientist.
"Yes, I won't lie to you Ingrid. Ever since I saw you again, I've wanted your legs wrapped around me. Those slick blonde curlies getting tangled up with my large thatch of black." Samantha kept her voice in that lustful throaty moan that got her clients to tip extra. It also caused Ingrid to shiver. She hadn't had a real good romp since her night with Samantha posing as Ava. "Is there nowhere else where we could share a very few intimate moments?"
"This could possibly get me in a lot of trouble but follow me." Ingrid led Samantha through the CIC and almost up to the cockpit. She punched in her access code for the airlock and shuffled Samantha inside. She whispered that she needed to talk to the relief helmsman but then told her to be ready for when she got back. Samantha's face lit up into a huge grin. The door slid closed and Ingrid walked over to the cockpit where 2nd Flight Lieutenant Marie La Roche behind the large glowing orange control.
"The airlock isn't a bad spot for a bit of necking. Just remember to secure the door there Sergeant." La Roche couldn't help but rib the aspiring Sergeant. Ingrid just ignored the lieutenant. Marie could have pulled rank but it would have gotten back to Shepard. The Captain seemed to favor the marines a little bit more than the flight operations staff. Ingrid made her way back to the airlock, made her way inside and quickly closed and locked the door.
Two arms wrapped around the sergeant as two large warm breasts pressed into her back. The next thing Ingrid felt was Samantha's hot breath tickling the small hairs on the back of her neck. Samantha's nimble fingers unzipped Ingrid's top and pulled the lithe blonde free. Ingrid launched a special program she had designed herself. She might have been a marine first but she was no slouch when it came to specialty programming. Her program was designed to shut down a room's gravity control. It would have been quite easy for her to just knock out the ship's gravity control unit. That however would have really gotten her in trouble. She had a realization that airlock could be isolated. Ingrid's program took hold a few seconds later and caught Samantha off guard. Ingrid spun around and was in awe of Samantha's beauty. Ingrid felt a fire burning from between her legs. She undid her pants and expensive thong only to let them float away.
The two lovers floated towards each other and locked their legs around each other. Blonde and black hair meshed together as Ingrid and Sam locked their lips. Ingrid cupped one of Sam's soft heavy breasts. Ingrid loved her own breasts but there was something about Sam's that she just loved but couldn't put her finger on why. Sam was feeling bolder as she slipped her hand in between Ingrid's thighs. Sam thought she was wet. Ingrid was soaked almost down to her knees. Ingrid slipped her tongue into Sam's mouth as Sam's middle finger slipped into Ingrid's slick burning folds. She gasped out loud at the intrusion to her folds. Sam locked her hand down on top of Ingrid's furry patch.
Ingrid panted out vulgarities as Samantha probed Ingrid's folds. Ingrid buried her face into Samantha's mane of onyx hair. Samantha still had her magical touch as Ingrid had tears in her eyes. This was what she was missing. She had to somehow get Shepard to keep Samantha on the ship. It seemed like a trick only a magician could pull off but she was determined to state her case nonetheless. She was brought back down to Earth as a huge orgasm rocked her body as Samantha found her secret spot. Her juices completely coated Samantha's hand. Even in an environment of no gravity, Ingrid's body was shaking as she came down from her mountain high.
You are going give me a minute. I can't feel my lower half. You were my last Samantha and I was stupid to wait that long." Ingrid confessed to Sam.
"First off, you can officially call me Sam. Even though every time you say my name properly. Secondly, you couldn't be stupid if you tried. You've just been focused on more important things like defending the human race in the galaxy. It also tells me you were waiting for someone special to come alone. I don't know how much time I will have to spend with you but I don't want to waste a single moment." Samantha pulled Ingrid in for another kiss. Neither lover rushed the kiss. Sam wrapped her legs around Ingrid pulling in the taller woman in closer. "Let's cuddle up somewhere for the time we have left." Ingrid nodded as she brought up her omni-tool. She ran her program again. The gravity slowly retuned to the airlock. The two sweaty bodies shivered as their bodies came in contact with the cold metal floor.
Ingrid was the first one to stand up. She walked around the airlock picking up clothing. She handed what little Samantha had to the mocha skinned goddess. Samantha quickly dressed and then helped Ingrid redress. Ingrid moved over to the airlock controls. She unlocked the door and set the airlock to run through a decontamination cycle. It was best to leave as little evidence of hooking up when stationed on a ship so small. The two lovers then made their way back down to the crew deck where they saw Dr. Chakwas sitting at the table enjoying a cup of tea.
"Doctor, I am in need of a favor. This is Samantha Traynor. She was the only one rescued from the last mission. I had her secured away in the brig when she started complaining of night sweats and nightmares. I know she is a prisoner but what she witnessed has really pushed her nerves to the breaking point. Is there anything you can do?" Ingrid asked the silver haired fox.
"I can't get five minutes of peace to myself to enjoy a hot cup of tea. I cannot give her anything without performing a full workup. She isn't one of my patients and to give her something would be at the very least unethical and potentially downright deadly if she were to have an allergic reaction. However, I can offer her a somewhat comfortable bed in the medical bay and a cup of chamomile tea. I will then keep her under observation until I can do a full evaluation. Follow me you two." Karin picked up her mug of tea and led Ingrid and Sam into the small medical unit. Ingrid helped Sam onto one of the bed. It didn't take much for the exhausted and very satisfied woman to succumb to the realm of Morpheus. "Everyone on this ship gets one questions asked freebee from me. It's my unofficial policy. The fact that you both reek of each other is another story altogether. I should pull rank and throw you both into the brig but that would just encourage you more. Try to show a bit more restraint Sergeant. From one woman to another. I will open up a file on her just to make her visit legitimate. Come back in a few hours to pick her back up."
Ingrid stumbled her way over to the only free sleeping pod available. She set the controls so that she could at least six hours of sleep.
Liara was the first to stir after quite the post mission romp. Zoe always left her body tingling after she woke up. She pulled the expensive sheets up over her breasts. It was a cold metallic military ship flying the vast darkness of space. She looked over at her lover and smile. Zoe loved to sprawl out over the large king size bed. Yet she distinctly remembered Zoe's underwear flying to the ground. It was quite the nice shade of blue almost the same shade as her skin. She smiled to herself. Zoe was going through her transformation faster than they had anticipated. Liara reached out and felt Zoe's ass. Zoe's skin was just as pebbled and blue as an asari's skin. Her gentle caresses led to her leaning over and kissed Zoe's blue butt. Zoe moaned as she woke up. It was rare for Liara to initiate any sort of intimate act. Was it the fact that Zoe was becoming an asari? Did Liara secretly prefer her own species just like her mother?
Zoe woke up to the wonderful feeling of the gentle touch. She pushed her rear towards whomever was playing with her back end. Zoe nearly squealed when a warm wet tongue licked the crevasse between her cheeks. Her green eyes shot open when she felt a wet finger ringed her pucker before the digit slid inside. A few seconds later, Liara slipped in another. Zoe could stop herself from swearing. She loved when Liara took charge. Zoe had to dominate on the battlefield.It was nice when somebody else took charge. Zoe next felt something cool and larger than two fingers slowly sliding passed her pink ring.
"My father has such a strange and devious sense of humor. Aethytha thought it would be funny to have you go a day or so all plugged up. In her note, she told me that she had this toy custom made by Myari T'misa. The ingenious trick of this toy is that it responds to my biotic signature." Liara raised her fist and flared her biotics. Almost instantly, the plug inside Zoe's ass doubled in size and started vibrating. Zoe cursed softly at the unbelievable sensation. "Let's see how long you can last with my new plaything teasing your innermost sanctum. Oh I love how your new blue panties cover your rear perfectly."
"I'm pretty sure you tossed the underwear I had on yesterday somewhere around here." Zoe replied.
"Check the mirror in your bathroom if you don't believe me. Run your soft hands over your own ass. You know me Zoe. I am terrible at trying to deceive you." Liara watched Zoe's hands ran up and down her blue pebbled rear. Liara barely contained a laugh at the look of shock on her lover's face. Zoe hopped up off the bed and darted to her small bathroom. Zoe barely got the door to the little bathroom before she squealed loudly.
She stuck her head just outside of the bathroom door. "Why didn't you just tell me that my ass was just like yours?"
"This way was far more amusing. The universe needs more laughter. Besides…" Liara raised her fist as it flared again making Zoe fall to her hands and knees. Liara had upped the vibration on the plug.
"You can lower the intensity now." Zoe called out from the bathroom nearly whimpering. A few moments later the Normandy's captain walked out of the bathroom. She was wearing a new lacy purple bra and thong.
Liara licked her lips. She loved seeing Zoe attired in such gorgeous garments. She pounced up from the bed. Her soft big blue cock flopped around as she ran towards Zoe. She wrapped Zoe up in a warm hug and kissed her lover's cheek. "As much as I like you in your most natural self, there is something so much more appealing about your lingerie collection. However I think it's time to call a quick debriefing for the last mission." Liara kissed Zoe again before letting her go so Zoe could dress. The captain quickly pulled on her uniform. She bent over and let her thong ride up over the edge of her pants. She could hear Liara's hand working her hard shaft. She wanted to stay but duty called.
Zoe tried her best but walking with a very large vibrating plug in her rear but getting used to something to so big and new would take time she didn't have. Zoe had alerted the Normandy's VI that she wanted to hold a debriefing for the last mission with her Alliance staff. Wrex would only come if it involved Saren. She was the first to arrive in the conference room. She felt sore and started to stretch out her back. She bent over to touch her toes when she heard an all too familiar whistle.
"I didn't know purple was standard Alliance issue now. If it is sign me up." Zoe felt a warm pair of lips upon her skin just above Zoe's thong.
"You are lucky I like you a lot Williams. There is only one other who could usurp your place. I will have to punish you for such a dereliction of duty." Zoe quickly spun around and caught the Gunnery Chief off guard. Zoe's hands cupped the Sergeant's covered breasts and gave them a quick squeeze. Zoe saw the young gunny blush just before she let go. "Let's take our places, Sgt. Forsberg, Liara and Tali should be here soon. I know you may be iffy about being around Tali but I need her expertise on what we found inside the compound." The door to the conference room whooshed open. Liara, Sgt. Forsberg, and Tali walked into the conference room.
"Tali… Ingrid… I am glad you could join us. I hope to keep this short. Wrex as always will not be joining us. He as you all know think they are a waste of time. To some extent I can see his point. Our mission turned out to be more of a recovery mission than a rescue. Somehow though we were able to save one civilian. She is the second person in charge at the research facility. She was rather hostile towards us so I had to use my authority as a Spectre to arrest and detail her. Sgt. Forsberg, you processed the detainee. Do you have any updates for us?" Zoe looked up from her data pad.
"The detainee's full name is Samantha Elizabeth Traynor. I ran her fingerprints through our databases. She tried to clear up a lot from her past but she has an alias: Ava Serena Rose." Ingrid looked up and saw the hint of a blush ghosting the Gunny's cheeks. Had the Gunny ever been to Oxford? "Miss Traynor did quite the job at trying to clear up her past. I doubt her superiors knew she was one of the most expensive escorts in the UK several years ago." Ashley's face was getting redder by the second. Ingrid filed that tidbit away. Captain, I have a disclosure to make and would like for it to not leave this room."
"You knew Miss Rose instead of Miss Traynor. I knew my instincts were right. Sergeant, who you may have had relations with in your past is strictly your own business. I wish Miss Traynor will be more forthcoming with what she and her colleagues were working on at Alliance R&D. We were able to pull some interesting data Tali. I believe you will be able to understand it or at least the work's origins. It looks too familiar to be just pure coincidence." Tali got up from her seat, walked over to Zoe and picked up the OSD. Tali walked over the room's loaded the OSD into the terminal. Zoe turned back to the rest of the group. "My hope with Miss Traynor is that she works with us. I will be holding off on my official report to Admiral Hackett until she either joins us and my report will list her status as KIA. If she isn't receptive to join us then I will turn her over to either to C-SEC or the Alliance. I…"
"YOU FUCKING BOSH-TETS! WHERE IS THIS WOMAN. WHERE IS MY SHOTGUN?" Zoe immediately locked the conference room down.
"Your reaction confirmed my suspicions. What some of you may not know is that Cerberus agents attacked the Quarian Flotilla. Their supposed reasoning was that they were looking for one of their former agents who went rogue. It sounded like a bad cover story then. It's not surprising that they would steal something like the source codes for the entire Geth intelligence program. I'm kind of surprised that it ended up at Alliance R&D. That was in the past. Tali, what can we do with this? I would not like to destroy everything we collected if we could somehow put it to good use under your supervision." Zoe tried to convey her sympathy.
"This research stolen or otherwise shouldn't see the light of day Zoe. It destroyed my people leaving us trapped in these suits being left to float amongst the stars never finding a suitable home ever again. It might be an idea if we could reengineer it as say a kill switch or an override for the geth. That would be a miracle." Tali nervously rung her fingers.
"Shepard… we have a message coming to the ship. The signals look like they are turian The only turian I could think of that would have access to the ship's secret comms. frequency would be Councilor Sparactus." Joker waited for a response from Zoe.
"We are pretty much done here. Sgt Forsberg, you and I will be talking to our detainee momentarily to decide if she is of any use to us. Joker, you can route the message into here and we'll watch it on the big screen here." Zoe heard the hailer go silent as the big screen lit up. There was a few seconds of blackness before the screen came to life but it was not Councilor Sparactus.
"I am happy to see the high and mighty Commander Shepard still takes private calls on her shiny stealthy ship. Looks nice with all that turian design. Seems you aren't the only who still has friends on the Citadel. Oh wait… isn't all of your crew with you on your ship? When Commander Shepard gives an order, all of her little sycophants come to toe the line."
"So Saren somebody on the Citadel likes you or at least your money to you to be able to talk with me. Hell if you wanted to talk, you could have just invited me out for a drink. Share the galaxy from further bloodshed. However we both know there will be more bloodshed which leads to total annihilation of all advanced life in the galaxy. You are more deluded and indoctrinated than I thought if you think your masters will let you live." Zoe talked through her gritted teeth.
"Ahh Commander… I wouldn't be the proper turian if I didn't… My friends on the Citadel got me a little present. I am not normally one for gifts but I couldn't throw their generosity back in their faces." The camera feed switched to some sort of laboratory setting. There were a familiar turian restrained to a metal X cross. Garrus was one of the restrained. He had wires going from his lower region to some sort of control box. His long thin cock was being milked in some weird collection device. The camera then panned to the right where a busty redhead was suspended from the ceiling by glowing blue cables. Dr. Chloe Michel was being brutalized by a very large krogan dick. Her screams when unanswered as she was sawed in half by the brutal krogan. Zoe wanted to vomit but barely held herself together.
"I have no more words for you and your depravity Saren other than I am coming for you. Joker… lose the connection." The line went dead "Joker… I don't need to tell you we need to be on the surface of Virmie yesterday.