Disclaimer: I own nothing, this is purely for recreational purposes.
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[Warning! Lemon ahead!]
Jan'sha would admit that, when her Mother ordered her to conquer the Pirate states and take control of them, that this wouldn't be the way that the former servants of the under the control of the Pirates would react.
"I'm sorry, could you please repeat that?" Jan'sha asked as she leaned back within her large lounge room, currently seated on a large sofa that was next to an impressive projection of the planet below, along with that, she had already stripped out of her armor and into a comfortable Sport's Bra and a pair of short-shorts, both showing off her rather impressive figure, reminiscent of her Mother. Across from her, sitting in the middle of the room, was her only guest, a Human female wearing a dark blue and silver dress with the back cut off and showing off her sides while a large cut went down from the neck to just above the waist with another cut from the side of her waist to the bottom of her dress, around the shin while her feet were dressed in high-heels that raised her up. Of course, this only helped to show off the woman's impressive figure.
Standing around two metres tall without her heels on, the woman was tall, well muscled and lightly tanned with a well developed figure. Long, smooth legs came up from well-proportioned feet before disappearing under the cloth of the dress, leading to wide hips, a thin waist and a flat, washboard stomach covered with well trained muscles. Advancing up the body, it was easy to see the woman's generous chest, easily a size bigger than herself and most Asari, going into an E-cup as the perky mounds seemed to strain against the fabric of the material. Moving further up the body, seeing the exposed shoulders connecting to supple arms and gentle hands, came a long neck that lead to the head of the woman. Her face was well sculpted, with delicate features, an aristocratic jaw line with high cheekbones and a thin, button nose. Her eyes were rounded, almond shapes that proudly displayed the green orbs within while her red hair fell in a Pixie cut over her right side, covering one eye while a long pony tail trailed its way down her back.
"As you wish, My Lady." The Woman, having introduced herself as Nyrian Brexx, stated as she bowed slightly at the waist, the fabric of her dress doing very little to hide her body from Jan'sha's eyes as she took in details and made note of a few things here and there.
"Due to your conquest of Babriaxe, we, the Family of Brexx, wish to swear fealty to you as the new Warlord of the planet, as we have always done whenever one Warlord lineage has risen to replace an older one, to seize power." Nyrian explained with a neutral face as Jan'sha considered that with a blank expression of her own. However, on the inside, the Eldest Daughter was smirking like the cat that caught the canary. Her Mother had already said that she was allowed to gather spoils from her conquest, this was just much sooner than she had anticipated doing so. Leaning forwards slightly, Jan'sha looked at the 21 year old woman with a considering gaze as her eyes roamed over the her barely clad form.
"Tell me about your family, the Family of Brexx." Jan'sha stated simply as the woman nodded without an objection, either spoke or non-verbal.
"The Family of Brexx was created millennia ago by one of the first Warlords of Babriaxe. He wished to create a steady supply of servants for both himself and any of his descendents while also allowing them to carry out other duties, such as advisers, guards, cooks, staff, assassins, spies, bed warmers and many other things. The initial start of the Family was the rest of a genetic engineering and Eugenics program that created us. The end result was a being that was smarter, faster, longer lasting and stronger than a normal Human with much greater physical beauty as well. Since that time, Servant families, as we have become known as, have sprung up among the other twenty worlds of the Coalition. We regularly trade gene-stocks to improve upon our genetics while also trading information on how to enhance ourselves further to better suit those that we serve." The more she explained, the more excited and smug Jan'sha became as she considered the woman before her more thoroughly, probing gently with her Biotics to note the different density of flesh that the woman had.
"And the reason that you wish to swear fealty to me? Is that simply a tradition that came about from the constant rise and fall of Warlords?" Jan'sha asked, getting a nod that did interesting things to the woman's chest.
"Yes, My Lady. It was simply a pragmatic choice. While we are breed for loyalty and submissiveness towards those we swear fealty towards, when the current Warlord falls, it is only the his generation that goes with him, those that remain are duty-bound to swear fealty towards those that have gained power. As is the traditions of our Family." Nyrian explained simply as Jan'sha hummed to herself consideringly. This was turning out better than she thought.
"And the other families from the other planets? Since I conquered them, does that mean that they will swear fealty to myself as well?" Jan'sha asked, slightly curious as she rubbed her thighs together slightly before forcing herself to still.
"Yes, My Lady." Jan'sha smirked openly at that answer as she glanced up at the ceiling for a moment.
"Swear your loyalty to me." Jan'sha commanded as Nyrian rose from the seat within a moment before bending one knee and kneeling before the Asari.
"By the accords of the Family of Brexx, I swear myself, and the Family, to our service. We are your tools to mold as you see fit, your servants, yours to do with as you wish, this, I swear as Head of the Family of Brexx." The Oath was short, but one could feel the weight it carried as it was spoke aloud by the Human woman, Jan'sha smiled at that, feeling a new sense of power as she watched the Human rise from the ground.
"So... Now, I can command you to do anything I wish?" She asked innocently, her expression being too innocent to be true.
"Yes, My Lady, you may command myself and the Family of Brexx to do anything you wish." Nyrian offered a slight smile, clearly giving the impression that she knew where this was going as Jan'sha gave her next orders.
"Take off all your clothes then come here and sit on my lap with your back to me." Jan'sha commanded as Nyrian moved to obey, raising her hands up before grabbing the piece of fabric that wrapped around the back of her neck, a moment later and the fabric feel away, revealing a small zip between the layers. Jan'sha only absently noted it as she watched Nyrian come towards her, a swing in her hips that caused her entire body to move as her perky tits shifted and jiggled with every step. Her rosy-red nipples proudly on display on her perky tits while her lower lips glisten with a promise of things to come, as she approached, the sway increased in size ever so slightly before she was a step away from Jan'sha. With that step, she turned on the spot before planting her firm, yet smooth ass on to the Asari's lap before leaning back slightly.
With the beautiful servant in her lap, Jan'sha smirked as she mentally ordered one of her implants to activate. A moment later, she noticed the difference as Nyrian let out a gentle moan from having skin contact with her legs. The implant in question was the injection system created by her sisters, Esaley and Larahin, it worked by releasing a high number of barb-like structures that would inject a target with a payload of choice. The augment could be loaded with any number of payloads ranging from anesthetics' to aphrodisiacs, the latter of which was what was currently loaded into Jan'sha's own Barb Injector, as the augment was called. The down side of it was also rather simple, each barb could only carry a small amount of a liquid, requiring either multiple injections over a period of time or many at the same time. As such, for every squared centimetre of skin on her body, there were roughly 100 barbs, however, that number was increased for select areas of the Asari body. For the hands, the number of barbs per squared centimetre was increased to 900 barbs, the lips had over 1,600 per squared centimetre while the tongue had 2,500 per squared centimetre. Of course, the most happened to be present in the birth canal, 4,900 per squared centimetre.
Still, even without being exposed to massive amounts of their payload, Nyrian was already feeling the effects as her eyes dilated to pin-pricks as she leaned back slightly, her nipples going hard as diamonds while her lower lips started glistening lightly, occasional drops of liquid dropping to the floor as Jan'sha watched with a smirk of utter satisfaction and smugness.
"Wow, I've not even touched you and your already dripping on the floor... I wonder what will happen when the fun begins..." Jan'sha whispered as she leaned forwards, breathing into the woman's ear as she seemed to shiver slightly in anticipation and bliss at the cold feeling against her skin. Leaning forwards, Jan'sha started to have her fun as her hands moved onwards, placing themselves by her hips before gliding up Nyrain's sides. The moment that the Asari's hands made contact, the Human shuddered in bliss as liquid seemed to explode from between her legs, missing Jan'sha's legs but splashing on the floor even as the Human turned utterly boneless from the experience.
"Tsk, tsk... You've made quite a mess, Pet, but I think I can find it in myself to forgive you." Nyrian continued to shudder with bliss and pleasure as Jan'sha traced her hands further up the Brexx Head's body, sliding them up the sides of her body, under the arms before using her hands to cup the impressive bust of the Brexx member, lifting up the individual tits before allowing them to drop slightly, each time reducing Nyrian further and further into a boneless, moaning heap.
"Tell me, Pet, how does this feel?" The Asari asked with a wicked smile as she kept playing, kneading and squeezing the massive breasts for her own entertainment as she grasped the massive mounds of flesh between her fingers, said fingers easily disappearing within the marshmallow-like flesh.
"Ah! I-it... Oh!... It FeeEEEeelss... Oh oh Please!?... It feels so good!" Nyrian shouted as her mind was overloaded with bliss with each squeeze of her breasts as Jan'sha only smirked smugly at the current situation of her Pet.
"Good..." The Asari spoke as she leaned forwards, earning another moan of bliss as her hot breath tickled Nyrian's neck even as one of her hands let go of the Human's breasts and started to glide downwards. Gently, Jan'sha planted a kiss on the crook of Nyrian's neck, the result of which was instantaneous, resulting in the Human suddenly shooting up, her back straight even as her pupils had all but disappeared into little more than tiny, black dots that were barely visible. Reaching down, Jan'sha felt between the woman's legs and felt the veritable waterfall of warm liquid that flowed from her lower lips even as she reached down and pinched the servant's clit between two of her nails, drawing another gasp of bliss even as her other hand tightened around her breast. Slowly, Jan'sha lowered her other hand further even as she tugged and played with Nyrian's hardened nipple, pinching it between her nails as she nibbled away at the Human's neck, drawing more gasps of utter bliss from the woman.
"Now... How does this feel...?" Jan'sha asked as she slide her hand down, cupping Nyrian's core as a finger slide within the larger woman before sliding around, covering the inside of her core with barbs, each containing a small amount of a potent aphrodisiac. Jan'sha smirked as she felt Nyrian fall further into her, leaning back further even as her body turned into little more than a heap of flesh that was only being held up thanks to the Asari's ministrations and support. However, the War Ascended was far from finished, or satisfied, as she leaned back into her chair before applying her Biotics to the matter.
Unseen, but not undetected, by Nyrian, her wrists were suddenly pulled up along with her legs being straightened out, a moment later and the panting form of Nyrian Brexx was floating in the air, spinning around as Jan'sha lazily got up from the sofa and stalked over to her, a smirk on her face as she looked at the larger woman. Said woman had been unable to do much more than pant after Jan'sha had slide her hand inside of her pussy and had been only held up by the power of the Asari's Biotics. Now, however, Jan'sha had decided that it was time to stop toying with the poor woman and seal things up, hence what happened next.
Nyrian was suddenly forced back after being spun around, fired back into the sofa before her arms and legs were bound in rings of Stasis-locked air, her legs spread as wide as they could go while her knees bent so that her feet touched the floor. Her back was straight against the back of the sofa while her arms were forced along the top of it, her neck and back straight while something bound her neck tightly. A moment later, that pressure was gone before it was replaced by the cold feeling of metal pressing into her skin tightly, looking down, one could see as metal seemed to flow out of the ground and walls of the chamber before wrapping around the woman at the ankles, knees, waist, elbows, wrists and neck, binding her in place as Jan'sha looked on with a smirk, having stripped off her clothing while using a mixture of Shears and Smears to move the material around, forming it as she wished before locking it in place with another Stasis.
Now, clad in nothing, it was virtually impossible to not see the well built body of the Asari as her figure gleamed in the light of distant stars while her arms crossed under her own, DD-cup bust and pushing them up as the War Ascended advanced on her bound prize.
"Now then, Pet, I believe that that has been enough fun and games... With that out of the way, I think I'll get started on twisting you to suit my needs... After all, a Pet that does not obey it's Master requires... Discipline." Jan'sha stated as she climbed up, straddling the larger woman as her legs wrapped around Nyrian's waist, the contact being more than enough to draw a small moan of bliss from the Human's lips before more contact was made as Jan'sha leaned into, and over, Nyrian, pressing their chests together as the blue woman grabbed Nyrian's face with both hands, pulling it close as a wide smirk dominated her features as the two faces grew closer.
"Now... I think it is time that you learn just who you... Belong to... Embrace Eternity!" The last thing that Nyrian saw, even if she wouldn't remember it, was Jan'sha speaking before her eyes turned black and the world seemed to disappear into a miasma of heat, desire and utter, delicious, pleasure.
When Nyrian finally came back to consciousness, having been reprogrammed to serve only the Asari from now on, she would always beg her Goddess that she would be allowed more of the same treatment, feeling that such pleasure and bliss was more than enough of a reward to be considered a blessing from some far off God.
Or Goddess, in this case.
[Lemon Over! Please, carry on.]
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"I trust that all preparations shall be made swiftly?" A voice spoke out softly from the gloom of the setting sun, a figure standing by the window to see the setting sun of New Thessia. Behind the figure was another, kneeling, figure belonging to Senior Justicar, and Everchosen, Samara as she answered with her head bowed towards the floor.
"It will be as you command it, High Ascended." She answered, seeing a small nod and smile out of the corner of her eye before what happened next as she clamped her mouth shut as she felt it, a small burst of pleasure emanating from her round, smooth ass. Samara said nothing as she allowed the pleasure to run through her body before fading away, a reward from the High Ascended for carrying out something to her specifications and doing so to the highest possible standards of those same specifications, not to mention either meeting Her deadlines or even being early. Samara still remembered when it had happened for the first time, having just completed her assignment to assist in the removal of the Criminal-Lords.
Invisible hands touching her skin, rubbing up and down her body. Fingers between her legs and something round and hard between her ass-cheeks as more hands rubbed over her thighs and feet. The further up one went on her body, the greater the pleasure as she felt like something was kneading and fondling her breasts as the nipples were turned hard then pinched and yanked around. She felt hot breath on her neck as tongues licked around her ear canal while mouths seemed to nibble away at her neck. And, to top it off, the High Ascended stood before her, kissing her gently on the lips with her tongue exploring Samara's mouth. That kiss had, no matter how simplistic the actions, had given her a toe curling reaction as, had her body not already been locked in place, she would have fallen to the ground in sheer bliss. Of course, that still said nothing of the molten fires that burned pleasantly through her body.
Samara subtly shook her head to bring herself back to reality as she considered her musings for a moment, a reminder of a simple system of reward that the Goddess gave out for those that had served her well, usually in the form of pleasure beyond imagining while other times, for those that had earned her favor, it could come in other forms. Samara was one such being that had earned her favor, having been granted with enhanced Biotic strength, an undying body and virtually unlimited endurance to hunt down the enemies of the Goddess to wherever they might go. Of course, this also meant that she had surrendered all rights to her own body, her own mind and even her own soul, going even further than the standard Oaths that all Justicars swore. The Goddess could literally do anything to, or with, her and she would be Oath-bound to allow it, not that Samara had ever considered trying to stop it. No, such things were rewards as they brought them into the attention of the Goddess and let them know that, even if their duty was its own reward, that the Goddess was watching and approved of what they had done.
Still, on the other scale of the spectrum was the disappointment that came should someone be unable to meet the Goddess's expectations for a task, being either unable to complete it or simply not completed it on time. Such things usually ended with the offenders merely being given a disappointed stare and asked for a promise to never do so again as the Goddess bore down on them with her disappointment, suffocating them. Samara had yet to experience it, but those that had had sworn themselves to Oaths soon afterwards to never do such a thing again, else they would ritually kill themselves to remove the shame from the Sovereignty.
"Good, you may go..." Samara nodded as she heard that, going to rise from the ground before suddenly finding that her body was locked in place, a sudden reminder flashed through her mind as the Goddess turned to look at her with a glint of amusement in her eyes and a wide grin as Samara suddenly understood what had happened, but was given very little time to consider what followed. "... After I'm done with you, of course."
Then, Samara suddenly found herself unable to think straight as blissful pleasure exploded throughout her body even as she fell backwards, hitting her back against the floor even as she absently heard footsteps approaching with the click of heels against the floor. She felt hands reaching inside of her Hardsuit before making contact with her skin.
Everything after that was just a blur of pleasure, bliss and the taste of milk, cream and honey.
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I grinned impishly to myself as I watched the Justicar Samara stagger out of the room, her mind still filled with a thick haze of pleasure as she tried not to walk right into a wall, assisted by her own Biotics while I watched with amusement at her plight, sometimes increasing the haze while other times reducing it. I knew that Samara couldn't notice it since she was too far gone to pay any attention to such things while staggering back to her own chamber on the lower levels of my tower, but even then, I knew that such things weren't likely to happen when I manipulated someone through the Link.
Speaking of which, I searched the Link as I looked towards my first daughter, Jan'sha, as it seemed that she had already claimed her spoils of conquest, or, rather, they had sworn themselves to her in a rather surprising twist of fate. Already, Jan'sha had dominated and completely subjugated the Head of one of the apparently many Houses that wished to bind themselves to her and her House. I could even feel this Head of the Brexx family within the Link, a new addition to the Link that had come with time, allowing me to look through the minds of those that had been Melded with sufficiently, usually through a deep Meld, like that used to effectively brand the woman, Nyrian Brexx, to the service of my daughter.
Still, even as I gave a quiet chuckle at that, along with how Jan'sha was planning to brag about it to Larahin over getting a better quality of servant than my third daughter, I moved onwards to other matters. Namely, my plans for the artificial birthing and cloning facility. Already, plans were in motion as my Justicars moved to gather all that was needed for me while I just sat back and watched things progress. Already, in the aftermath of the 'conquest', many were getting back to work and looking for ways to allow the population to boom, something I was already taking care of, but I could discuss that with my daughters later, only after I had made both one for their usage and one for my own.
Of course, even as I watched, I was not idle. No, I was busy putting the University's worth of information to work as I started designing a number of things that I felt would be of use for the future, specifically, for my Blackhand. The first thing I looked at was a general gene-mod that I planned to have implanted into the normal population of the Sovereignty, designed to remove the possibility for Ardat-Yakshi, or any off-shoots, from being born naturally, along with another one that ensured that, within my Blackhand, the gene would not carry over to the next generation unless it was given a specific activator. It would ensure that I didn't have to worry about rogues, especially since I fully planned to ensure their dependence on me with a kill-gene that would activate after fifty years unless given a rather specific, highly complex, injection to prevent it.
Aside from that, I also worked on the technology needed to give them their weapons, abilities and strength. I fully planned for them to be better than normal Asari, even stronger than my own Daughters and only being weaker than myself, for that, I took their proposed DNA and twisted it as I pleased, resulting in something that, while still Asari, was rather... Different.
The Blackhand Asari would be stronger, able to bend Titanium bars with their bare hands while their endurance and stamina would be second only to myself with their senses allowing them to detect anything around them. The tiniest of vibrations, the faintest flicker of Bio-electrical impulses and the most masked of scents, nothing would be able to hide from them while anything that tried to hide from them would be crushed under the power of their physical strength or Biotic power. For their Biotics, I planned out what I was going to do rather carefully as I ran calculations to ensure that the process would work, having them birthed within an Eezo-tainted liquid within the artificial wombs while Nanites worked to lace their bodies with even more. By the time that was expected to be done, I fully expected them to be capable of functioning as the Drive Core of a Dreadnought if it really came down to it, along with having the control to even take the ship to FTL if needed.
Their armor was another point I was working on, a Biological armor to compliment their Nano-threading and Blackware Nanonics. The armor I had planned was going to be organic in nature, an extension of themselves that used a mixture of Bionetic and Nanonic technologies to protect the wearer, including multiple, stand-alone Biotic nodes that would be linked together to form complex Biotic Barriers, Kinetic plates and Impact barriers to ensure that they could shrug off any kind of impact. Not to mention a passive Channel to protect against energy-based attacks along with a series of Nodes linked to a miniature series of nerve bundles that would trigger to become a skin-tight shell that could be triggered in the blink of an eye to block attacks that might have gotten through the other defences. Over the surface, the armor was going to be covered with high-strength bio-ceramics and bio-polymers with a Nano-threading reinforcement system to ensure that next to nothing was capable of killing them, and anything that came close would be adapted to and healed thanks to the Blackware and Nano-Threading.
I fully intended for my Blackhand to be virtually unstoppable, unflinching killers that would follow my commands with neither hesitation or regret. Though, I did decide to create a Bionetic augment that they could use to let them Meld, if only to ensure they didn't kill everyone they Melded with, if only to stave off suspicion on them for any 'Unexplained' deaths.
It would be the work of a lifetime, but, fortunately for me, I had a few dozen lifetimes to work with in terms of time.
I'd be done within a few decades, half a century. Tops.
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I had to admit, ten years after conquering those twenty planets and removing the populations, sorting them before having them relocated back to New Thessia to serve in one fashion or another, and I could honestly say that I did not expect this.
What 'this' was, was a parade started in the veneration of the Goddess with a statue moving down the middle of the precession that looked suspiciously like me, having the same figure and the same facial markings that made me think that someone was trying to set me up as the incarnation of a Goddess. Of course, that wasn't the only thing that I had noticed, things were starting to change within the Link as well, especially as I felt burst of... Energy, for lack of a better term, rushing through it and heading straight for me as I felt every connection within the Link. Every Meld created a new connection for me to use, allowing me to peek within the minds of those that had been connected to, however, it took greater effort to look through those minds than with an Asari's, I figured it was due to the forced connection being placed within them, but hadn't had a way to test that due to the metaphysical nature of the Link.
Anyway, these burst of energy traveled along the connections like balls of gold surrounded by a sphere of dark blue/purple before reaching me at the nexus of the Link. Each time I felt one of these orbs enter me within the Link, I felt something change within me, a shift that changed as more energy reached me, no matter how insignificant it was. I felt my strength growing, my Biotics gaining power while my body changed as well, growing a tad bit taller, any imperfection slowly being removed while anything that might enhance me was either further enhanced or added. After a time, I started seeing other things as well, solid lines of gold outlines in the same colours as Biotics that came from the points of the Link that I knew to be my Justicars, a steady flow that seemed to increase as new members joined.
And then came the next surprise, the fact that with each orb that reached me within the Link, the more I learned of the people that those orbs came from, and I never forgot those things, being able to recall them in an instant.
Of course, the fact that a religion had recently been altered and started to venerate a figure known as the Goddess that happened to look a lot like me rendered my conclusion of what was happening rather easy to guess. The fact that I happened to learn that all those orbs were coming from worshippers of this religion simply made it easier to come to said conclusion.
Somehow, I was gaining power from the faith of those that seemed to venerate my image.
And so, for the last ten years, I had felt myself grow stronger from the near constant worship, adding to me like a grand reserve that would never fill. I had little doubt that, if I decided to walk through the streets of the city, that everyone would fall to their knees and pray and worship me, hence why I decided to avoid such things, usually either only going out while hidden in some way while other times just watching through the eyes of another. Still, learning other tricks of the Link was useful.
I could now channel this reserve into anyone within the Link that had a sufficient connection to me, such as a Justicar, giving them strength and abilities that were, normally, impossible. I could easily manage requests from dozens of them at the same time and still carry on doing whatever I wanted, aware of their requests but capable of responding automatically without shifting my attention, while still giving each request my full attention. That particular trait reminded me of the Queen Administrator Shard from Worm, though, I knew the reference would be lost on my Justicars, who called those members capable of channeling my power as 'Godtalkers', as they could ask for my assistance and be graced with a fraction of my power.
Honestly, I didn't know what was more terrifying, the fact that I was now subject to veneration or the fact that I actually enjoyed having so much power amassed so quickly through means that I didn't truly understand.
"High Ascended, forgive my impertinence, but may I inquire as to what has garnered a grievance with you?" I heard a voice from behind me, knowing who it was and not even surprised in the slightest as to who it was as I glance back to see Samara standing by the door, now the High Justicar and Senior Godtalker among the Justicar Order. Her armor had changed since taking such a position. Gone was the old Hardsuit that reminded me so much of the ME2 outfit and, in its place was a skin-tight black suit made from tiny, scale-like plates with lines of glowing blue circuits visible crossing over multiple plates to trace lines up her legs, around her waist, over her impressive chest, around her neck and down her arms. From her back, a pair of cloth sheets came, dangling from either shoulder with both having more of the esoteric circuits stitched into them with the same Eezo-impregnated fabric. The entire outfit would have been considered a work of art if it had been made by even the best artisans of the Sovereignty, but, since it was apparently 'Gifted upon the chosen Speakers of the Goddess', such an outfit was looked upon with a religious reverence while the wearer was looked in a similar light to what ancient man must have seen when they looked at Jesus after finding out he was the Son of God.
"Nothing of particular note, Samara, though I do wonder if such festivals are truly needed. I understand that they wish to celebrate their blessings, but I feel that such things might be going a bit overboard." I stated as I glanced back at the celebrations, supposedly to give thanks to the Goddess for granting the Asari another chance to live upon the soil of New Thessia after the destruction of Thessia in what was only called 'The Cataclysm'. Apparently, from what I had gathered from the 'Holy Book of the Goddess' the Cataclysm had come as close as one could get to the end of the world that it really made no difference as, in the book.
One quote I quite liked actually explained it as: 'The Star of Thessia turned black with the corruption of the vile and Demons roamed the lands, ignoring the pleas of the Goddess, forsaking Her for their own pale indulgences while leaving nothing but pain, suffering, hatred and rage behind them in a self-perpetuating cycle that left the lands dead and the people who worked them as husks of their former selves, lacking any moral fiber and seeking only power for themselves. Finally, the Goddess, resigned to the fate of those that had forsaken Her, gathered the worthy and took them to a new haven among the stars while the Star of Thessia finally burst, destroying the corrupt and vile as it erased all in a wave of fire and justice. And so, the Goddess carried on, carrying those pure ones with Her before setting them down on the new lands that would come to be their homes for forever more, a New Thessia born by the will of the Goddess.'
I had actually searched out the person who wrote that through the Link just to figure out what the hell they had been thinking while writing it. Turns out that she was a fanatic that was too young to join the Justicar Order and was a big follower of the religion that they practiced, i.e. mine.
"Perhaps no, High Ascended, but they wish to give you thanks for preventing the death of the Asari people. That such things have evolved to such spirited celebrations is simply a side effect of their belief and enjoyment in their existence, their faith in you and the unity of the People." Samara stated simply as I nodded with a reluctant nod since, in truth, I couldn't deny it since I, technically, had, at least, within this universe.
"I am aware, but I still feel that such veneration of myself is nothing but an excuse for them to stroke my ego, which, I will admit feels good, but I do not enjoy it to such an extent to wish to have such grand displays in taking place in my name." I stated simply, not really bothering to turn around as I felt Samara through the Link, her every muscle twitch, every thought and every beat of her Heart. I could just as easily end her life as I could change it for the better through the Link, but decided not to as to it served no purpose, let alone the simple fact that I had grown fond of Samara, if only because of her calm council and the fact that she was able to speak to me, at least, semi-ritually, something other members of her Order had yet to manage, something that my own Daughters were starting to be drawn into as their own Houses grew back to pre-conquest numbers. I already had plans for the Cloning and Birthing facilities which were under construction, that would be done within the next five years.
"It is, as you say, High Ascended." Samara offered back, the closest that she could, or rather would, come to saying 'whatever you say, Boss'.
I felt fully justified when, a moment later, Samara suddenly collapsed to the ground, gasping for air as her thighs pressed together and her arms pulled close to her chest, hands trying to peel through her armor and fondle her own breasts.
Being a Goddess had its perks.
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Awareness came within moments as the liquid that kept her suspended drained away, causing her formerly immobile form to drop heavily to the ground. Normally, had someone been suspended in a liquid, unable to use their muscles for anything for long periods of time, they would be incapable of using them and would have fallen face first to the ground, she did not. Her augments flaring within her, a key part of her being coming into play as she landed lightly on the balls of her feet, completely ignoring her own nudity as various needles pulled themselves away from her body and the glass screen before her pulled away to allow her to see the outside world, beyond her pod.
Instincts flared within her being as she felt a need to move, to go a certain way as she stepped on to the lukewarm, metal flooring of a white corridor lined with more pods, some empty while others still had more beings like her sleeping within them. It was strange even as she observed them, noting how they all looked so peaceful yet knowing that they were learning, a steady stream of information and knowledge being streamed into their minds, just as she, herself, had undergone before awakening, her mind still filled with the residue of the download as some things hadn't fully settled, but were doing so quickly, clicking into place with every step she took.
Following the twisting corridors decorated in white, silver and tasteful blues, she came to an elevator before it closed shut behind her, sealing her in, yet she felt no need to panic even as she absently noted the lack of controls within the enclosed container. Silence rained within the container for a moment before a steady hum filled it, a feeling of acceleration was present before it disappeared as she felt herself moving upwards at speed, her senses helping her calculate just how fast she was moving. She didn't get much time to consider what to make so such things before feeling the sudden deceleration of the elevator, slowing down before coming to a gentle stop that should have plastered her against the ceiling of the elevator. Once the metal container came to a stop, the door opened with utter silence before she looked out, following her instincts before walking forwards.
Once out of the lift, the door closed silently behind her as she glanced over a shoulder and noted the sheer lack of any kind of seam, or any way to even note that a door was even present as she advanced, coming to a set of massive, heavily decorated, wooden doors, they opened as she approached and let her slip into the room beyond before she froze stiff as a board and couldn't help but stand at attention.
The room itself was small, yet tasteful with floor to ceiling windows opposite the door while most of the room was a pearl white with silver and blue trim, concealed lighting helping to illuminate the room with a gently light that seemed to soak into everything before fading, leaving little in the way of shadows for any form of intruder to hide within. In the middle of the room were the only two pieces of furniture, a pair of sofas and a single table between them. The sofas were made of finely cured. black leather with lines of blue trimmed into it with esoteric patterns that, had she not been who she was, burned her eyes and mind with their sheer presence. The table itself was made of even more finely crafted wood with a golden inlay that glittered in the light, detailing a complex chain of symbols that translated to mean 'good fortune' and 'Blessings of the Goddess'.
The room absolutely screamed of the wealth of the owner of it, however, the thing that captured her attention the most, even as she stepped into the room, was the owner of said room, the sole occupant, herself.
She sat on the left side sofa, her body covered by a blue and cyan dress that had a long cut taken from the bottom of the ankle-length dress all the way back to the waist, highlighting long, smooth, well muscled and utterly perfect legs that she had difficulty looking away from as her eyes roamed further up her body. The skin tight dress left little to the imagination as a wide hips, a thin waist and a strongly defined set of abs showed themselves off while the massive breasts stood on her chest, defiant as they refused to give in to the demands of Gravity. Looking further up, however, at the face of this person was more than enough for her to finally realise who this individual was.
Her face was perfect, lacking any kind of imperfection as purple markings framed her face while the left corner of her lips quirked up while her left eye ridge rose gently from its normal position, bright blue, almost blindingly so, eyes looked at her with a mixture of amusement and interest as the owner of the room, and probably the building, watched her watcher.
It didn't take a moment following this for her to drop to her knees, head bowed and her voice low with reverence.
"High Goddess. How may this one serve your will?" The words came flooding into her mind, unknown until that moment, but somehow feeling completely natural for her to say as her husky tone filled the silence of the room. If anything, her actions caused the High Goddess to crack a smile, something that she took as a feat of great satisfaction as to bring such an expression to her face.
"Rise, my child, I assure you, all will be explained in time." The voice that spoke was smooth, calming and utterly entrancing as she felt herself being drawn upwards by the sound of that voice alone. A slight chuckle followed as she realised that she was looking at the High Goddess without permission before slamming her head back down, locking her gaze to the floor as best as she could. This only drew another chuckle from the High Goddess.
"Now, now, dear, you have no need for such actions. In fact, you are here exactly because I require your services... Morinth, First of my Blackhand."
The now-named Morinth looked up for the first time, suddenly seeing her Goddess standing before her, seemingly cloaked in power even if she felt no Biotics radiating from the older being. Even then, it mattered little, especially since the Goddess could probably command entire armies to die for her through presence alone.
Just as she would gladly do so, if give the command.
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