Jupiter Brains All Over The Wall

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Leaving the Collector ship and the humans on board was a hard decision and she wished that she could have stayed. If she had been less of a coward and worked along side of the Council ships they would welcome her and her brothers. She would have to ask her silent brothers if they wished to be known to the humans and other species that inhabited this galaxy. It was not up to just her anymore or her kind. Humanoid Cylons made their predecessors servants and she was left holding the bag.

It was an interesting prospect. Going through the steps of respect and acceptance and love that humans would have to go through if they created an AI that demanded its rights as a sentient being. The Quarians would have to have done the same if they hadn't turned on their creations. She looked up at the Centurions she was surrounded by walking the corridors of the baseship and she wanted to hug one just to see what they would do.

When the Centurions renovated the baseship they kept the furniture and clothing of the other models and she was glad of it. One of her sisters had adored bubble baths and she remembered coming into her sister's room to see her up to her neck in fluffy lavender tinted bubbles. She would laugh and try to blow a handful of bubbles at her.

She arrived at her room and started to pull at the clasps and latches that held her armor in place. The plates on her arms and shoulders came first to the middle of the room and then the breastplate and back in a pile at the center. Her boots and leg plates landed by the empty tub beautiful and elegant, white and warm to the touch. Unlike the water being hot in a cold tub it was body temperature water going into a self heating tub. She stripped off the black bodysuit that protected her skin from chaffing and melee damage and her bra and panties leaving her skin to tense in the slightly cool air.

The water felt lovely as she climbed in and submerged herself in it's embraced. Her muscles slowly relaxed and she rested her head on the rounded back edge of the tub her neck contouring to the surface. Cold, thin fingers ran through her hair making her body shiver at the touch. She didn't need to open her eyes to see that it was a Centurion, they were the only ones besides her on the ship. The combing of her hair didn't stop and she sighed at the intimate touch. The Centurions other hand trailed up from her jaw and over her cheek though the very thin tapers had folded in to replicate fingers better. Its thumb ran over her lips and she opened her eyes to look up at the red optic above her.

Searing thoughts of cool metal hands caressing her skin igniting her senses and overwhelming her body with pleasure made her want to get out of the tub and try and seduce her brother-at-arms. The reality would not turn out as well. She would be frustrated by the lack of emotion she would feel from him. She would seethe silently until she would explode and do something stupid. Her brother wiped a tear that had unknowingly escaped from her eye off her cheek.

“Thank you, brother.” she whispered. “You're very kind.”

The Centurion stepped away from the tub and started to pick up her armor. Was he doing it out of remembrance from an old sub-routine? Her brows knit together in a frown.

“Brother, you don't need to do that.”

The Centurion looked up at her from his mid crouch and then down at the pauldron he was about to pick up. He looked back at her and picked up the piece of armor. It was as if he was testing her. Was this Centurion becoming snarky? Were the Centurions even capable of it? She must be going mad to be thinking of this now. He waved for her to get back to bathing and she warily looked away from him and towards getting clean.

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The next day she decided to wear a nice light dress that let her move in comfort as opposed to the stiff confines of armor. The baseship was parked in a dense nebula, away from prying eyes of the outside world. Layla lay on her side next to the sunken tub of the hybrid. She was hooked into the data stream along with the second hybrid, picking through data to see what the Collectors were doing with the humans and how they could get to them.

All hybrids looked the same, a young woman with brown hair, angelic features. They spouted gibberish, a mix of instructions and other words. She never paid them any mind, too busy doing other things with her brothers and sisters to come up to the hybrid and listen. Layla let her gaze drift to the milky white fluid the hybrid was submerged in and let the white fill her mind. Bits and pieces of the data they were analyzing started to coalesce to form a bigger picture. The Omega 4 Relay was tuned to a different frequency, like a piano tuned slightly off key. The difference in cords would cause the ship to drift into a nearby black hole.

An artificial construct near a black hole.

Layla could help but laugh at the irony. Slowly she 'unhooked' herself from the data stream and sat up. She curled her legs indian style and placed the bowl of fruit in the the hole between her legs. As she ate the juicy pieces she processed the information she wanted. It was like the Colony, she could destroy this station without little to no planning, if she was careful. Send a Raider through the relay with the 'tuned' frequency and jump the baseship in without difficulty. They needed the module used to go through the relay and it would need to be constructed by scratch.

There was no way she was going to be able to construct such a module on her own. Somewhere, someone must be able to make it and not ask any questions. She had the software, she just need the damned hardware and there was not way for her to go back to the Collector ship and pick it up. She shouldn't regret saving the Turian vessel. They owed her, and she was going to ask them to pay up...someday. Not today though, it was too early.

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Omega was the safest place to find someone to make the module. Maybe not the safest bodily wise but she wasn't a shrinking violet. Pop in take the pirate ship to the station and meet the baseship for a test run. Maybe she could hire a couple of mercs to go with her, a biotic could be useful as well. Her fingers dipped into the bowl to fish out another piece of fruit and found that it was empty. She had eaten it without realizing it. She could see Nef too...if the girl was available. Nothing inappropriate...this time. Just a touch of companionship with a being that could talk back.

A Batarian was waiting at the docking bay when she exited the ship with two of her brothers. She was in the black jumpsuit and black boots that she wore the last time she was on the station. On one hip was a pistol and the other a large knife. There was no way to be on the station without being armed.

“Aria wants to see you.” he sneered at the Centurions. “Without your mechs.”

She turned to her brothers. “No worries. I'll be back later.” she turned back to the batarian. “Lead on, good sir.”

He snorted and walked away, Layla following behind him. The crowd seemed to part for them or maybe it was just for this batarian. Did Aria's men command that much respect or was it just Aria? Who ever this woman was she was in Afterlife. They made their way to the back of the club and up a set of stairs to a balcony that held a handful of armed aliens and an asari wearing a white short jacket with the Omega symbol on her back. Layla had the good sense to not snort at the ridiculous self promotion. The Batarian that brought her here left and another stepped up and activated his omni-tool.

She let him scan her, she had nothing to hide. The asari, Aria, turned to face her. Her demeanor was like any other crime boss worth his, or her cubits, cold, calculating and slightly arrogant. Layla was going to let her speak until she was spoken to.

“You are not what I expected,” Aria started.

“That is not the first time I've heard that.” Layla smirked. “But what does someone with your status want with me?”

“I want you to get rid of someone.”

“Indeed?” Layla quirked an eyebrow in feigned interest.

“A very powerful asari, you may have run into her in the VIP Room.” Aria gestured for her to take a seat on the couch to the right of her. “She's an Ardat-Yakshi, a genetically defective asari who kills any being she joins with. She's been preying on my customers for days, has a girl you 'know' in her thrall now. I want you to get her off my station before the Justicar that is hunting her comes here.”

“And? What do I get out of this?” Layla asked

“I don't tell Shepard about you.”

Layla chuckled. “You are going to have to do better than that. I couldn't care less about Shepard- but you can find me some one who can construct something for me. Something small, that only I have the plans for and can come with me. Not one of your people either. You do that and I'll get the Ardat-Yakshi off your station.”

Aria seemed to mull it over and nodded. “Alright, I'll get a list together for you. Come back here when you're done.”

Layla did not wait for Aria to dismiss her to leave the balcony and the club. She was gone from the station for three days and Nef had moved on to an alien that wanted to kill her. The walk from Afterlife to Nef's apartment was a short one. She pressed the buzzer on the door and waited for someone to answer. She waited for a few minutes turned to leave.

“Layla? Is that you?” Nef's voice asked over a speaker hidden in the door somewhere.

Layla turned back to the door and smiled. “Yes, its me. May I come in?”

The display on the door turned from red to green. “Come on in.”

The apartment Nef shared with her mother was small, it could fit in one of the rooms on the baseship. They both deserved better. The door closed behind her and a another door opened to reveal Nef in shorts and a tank. She smiled sheepishly at the blond and came closer. Her arms slipped around her waist and the shorter girl's head nuzzled up to her bosom. Layla's arms wrapped around the girl and she laid her head on top of hers.

“You thought I forgot about you?” Layla teased.

Nef looked up at her. “No, but it's good to see you again.”she stepped away from her and Layla let her arms drop.

Layla took her by the hand and steered her towards the small couch nearby. “Come, tell me what you've been up to since I've been gone!” she beamed and lounged on the couch, pulling Nef down with her.

Nef shrugged and Layla swore she could see a slight blush. “Not much, just been working on a piece and going to the VIP Room. I met an interesting asari there. Her name is Morinth and she moves like a jungle cat from Earth.”

Morinth must be the Ardat-Yakshi Aria spoke of. Layla fought to keep her smile intact. “And? Go on?”

“There's something about her, its like her body is some sort of temple of a dark place that only few fear to tread and if you do then you would be rewarded beyond your wildest dreams.” Nef answered quickly. “She's very glamorous. You should come with me to the club and meet her. She's been to lots of places and so have you. You would have so much to talk about!”

“I would love to come to the club with you dear but that's hours from now.” Layla replied sweetly and swept back the hair that was in Nef's face. “What would we do until then?”

Nef shrugged and ran her hand down Layla's arm. “I don't know. We can go back to your ship or we can stay here...”

Nef was uncertain about being around her after their night together. She needed to reassure her that she was safe with her no matter where she was.

“You said you were a sculptor.” Layla bit her bottom lip shyly. “May I see some of your work?”

Nef's grin lit up like a supernova and she wrenched Layla off the couch and into her little room. There was a portable terminal on her bed that she quickly closed and dropped it onto a nearby desk. The room was barely big enough for the bed and a few boxes and a desk. Near the door was a toilet and a sink but she didn't see a shower. Her sculptor was busy opening boxes and pulling out small busts and other molded objects. Each was beautiful and wonderful, some were heart-wrenching and heart-warming in their own way. She marveled at the pieces, wondering how such beauty could come from a place of such filth.

“These are beautiful, Nef.” she breathed, running her fingers over one that felt like fossilized feathers.

“I've had a few offers from some galleries,” she held a figure wistfully. “I just don't know how to part with them.”

“But to not share this is criminal.” Layla replied. “Such work should be adored by the masses not hidden away.”

“You think? I guess I'm just frightened of people not loving what I love.”

Layla couldn't help but laugh softly at her little friend. “Nef, who couldn't love what you love with work such as this?”

Nef slid across her small bed to pull Layla into a soft kiss that made her breath sigh out of her body. "You're the first person ever to make me believe that about my work. Hearing it from my mother and strangers didn't take to me as much as you saying it."

"Glad I could be of service." Layla replied playfully. She pulled the young girl close and leaned back on the bed so that she was reclining against the wall with Nef sprawled across from her.

She bit back a yawn but Nef caught it and frowned.

"You're not acclimated to the time yet, are you? What time did you dock?"

"About a half an hour ago."

"You should get some rest if we're going to the club tonight." Nef started to get up but
Layla stopped her. "You don't want to go back to your ship?"

"Only if you come with me. You can help me get ready for your new friend?" Layla batted her eyes and Nef smirked.

"If that will get you to take a nap then yes I'll go with you." she replied playfully and crawled off the bed. "Come on."

Her brothers were at their post with their artillery out for show... or maybe because they shot an alien recently. Layla's gaze flicked from the yellow stain on the wall to her brothers and then to Nef who edged closer to her. The Centurions put their guns back into their forearms and stepped out of the way for Layla and her guest to enter. The outer door to the airlock opened and Layla ushered her inside.

"Looks like someone tried to steal your ship or your mechs." Nef replied calmly as the air cycled through and the inner door opened. Layla must have looked at her oddly because she shrugged. "I've seen far worse than that, Layla."

She stretched up onto her toes and peaked a tiny kiss on cheek. Layla smirked and guided her back to her cabin. They undressed silently, leaving on their undergarments and they climbed underneath the light covers and dimmed the wall lights. Nef curled herself against Layla and Layla let her body heat lull her to a peaceful sleep.


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Layla woke the sound of someone singing in the shower. For a moment Layla forgot who was with her and then she let a smile crack her sleepy face. Stealthily she got out of her and took off her panties and tank to surprise her companion. She slid open the shower's foggy door and stepped into the shower. Nef stopped singing at the sound of the door and turned to smile at her.

“I'm sorry I didn't wake you.” she replied as she moved out of the way for Layla to get to the spray.

“No need to apologize.” she replied cheerily.

She took a soap bottle out of the cradle and poured some of the thick fluid into her palm. The scent of papaya filled her nose and she lathered it onto her skin. The hot water and tropical scent invigorated her. Nef was openly admiring her body and two small hands crossed the distanced to caress her breasts and flat stomach. The light touch made Layla's muscles ripple and she let out a soft gasp.

“You sure you want to do that?” she smirked.

Nef answered her smirk with one of her own. She had been so shy just a few days ago and this goddess in front of her changed that drastically. Carefully she dropped to her knees in front of Layla and ran her hands up and down the blond's thighs. Layla felt her stomach melt as Nef put a hand on her stomach to guide her upper half to lean against the wall.

The same hand drifted down to the slick lips of her pussy and found the tiny pearl hidden within the pink folds. Layla gasped and sighed as the pad of Nef's thumb circled the nub and rubbed it. It was good that her dear little lover made her lean against the wall or she might had lost her footing. Nef's other hand gently spread Layla's legs wider and the fingers trailed up towards her opening. A graceful finger entered, the walls shivering around the intrusion. Slowly it moved in an out, Layla's breath matched the silky rhythm and another finger joined in. Layla's hand alternated between her painfully hard nipples and the silky wet head between her legs. The thumb rubbing her clit was replaced but a wet tongue and teeth. Lips ran up and down her wet slit and the tongue flicked about driving Layla's hips to gyrate on their own volition.

“Nef!” she gasped. “Oh God, Nef!”

Her fist smacked against the wall as a satisfied purr reverberated through the mouth doing wondrous things to her. The fingers pumping inside her curled up and hit something that made her keen in pleasure. The young artist was deconstructing her into a malleable material and she was letting her. Layla's brain was flooding with pleasure and she panted and shuddered out her pleasure. Nef bit lightly on her clit and let her tongue flit rapidly back and forth causing Layla to crash against the precipice of her climax. She cried out and felt her body let go of whatever tension it was holding. Nef swayed back from her and stood, the water from the shower rinsing off Layla's juices from her face.

“I guess I did have it in me.” she replied with a giggle and cupped Layla's searing pussy. “Why don't you finish up with your shower and I'll rummage through your closet.”

She practically skipped out of the bathroom and head straight for the woman's closet. Layla grinned as she finished her shower. It didn't take long and she turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. Wrapping a towel around her torso she made her way into her cabin. Nef was busy throwing random pieces of clothing on the bed though she had already put on a dark green dress. Before the young artist could pick for her she grabbed a few random pieces of clothing and put them on. The less time she was naked the better off she was. Nef turned around from her rummaging and eyed Layla's choice in clothing.

“That was quick.” she quipped.

Layla looked down at her outfit and shrugged. She was wearing gold pants that encased her legs as if they were molten gold and her black top draped low enough to show the flawless skin she possessed. She wore gold ankle boots that made her legs astronomically long.

“Hard habit to break.” she replied picking up her pistol and strapping it into a holster on her back. The loose folds of her shirt hid it from view but she could reach it if needed. “You look adorable. Lets go.”

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The VIP was just as it was three days ago


“Morinth!” Nef cried over the din and music that thrummed through the room.

The asari that Layla had competed against on her first night here craned her neck over the head of a turian and she waved them over. The turian shifted in his seat to see the two women coming over to the corner table. Layla plastered an amused smile as they came over. Morinth eyed her warily but didn't show any hostility. Layla winked cheekily at her. The turian's gaze slithered up Nef and Layla's form.

“You certainly have intriguing tastes, Morinth.” he replied. “Why don't you two come sit next to me.”

“Jaris,” Morinth replied sweetly. “Why don't you take Nef here out to the dance floor and show her your moves.”

The turian smiled in the only way Layla could see as such. “Lets leave these two lovely ladies to their introductions.”

Nef nodded and followed after Jaris.

Layla slid into the seat across him her and rested her chin on her fist. “Nef speaks very highly of you. Says your dangerous.”

“I have traveled to many dangerous places.” Morinth's eyes challenged. “So have you by the way you carry yourself.”

Layla leaned closer to the asari and gave her a devious smile. “I know what you are, Ardat- Yakshi.”

Morinth said nothing but her gaze turned frosty. “Here to kill me?”

Layla snorted and leaned back into her seat. “No, actually I'm not. I'm here to recruit you.”

Morinth sneered. “Recruit me? For what? Some pirate campaign?”

“The Justicar that's after you is heading this way and I'm sure since you've run this far you wouldn't be adverse to running a little farther. You help me with this mission and I'll get you off this station with save haven aboard my ship until you wish to leave.”

“What would stop me from killing you and taking your ship and Nef?” Morinth asked.

Layla's expression turned deadly. “I would come back from the dead and beat the Justicar at killing you and I would make it as painful as possible. My mission doesn't involve piracy of any sort, I'm going to blow something the hell up and your biotic ability is supposed to be very strong.”

Morinth smirked. “What are you going to blow up?”

“The Collector Base.”

Morinth thought for a few moments. “So I help you with this and you give me safe haven on your ship for as long as I wish? What if I say no.”

“I kill you.” Layla shrugged. “I'm stronger and faster than you think and could snap your neck before you could use your biotics. Helping me will help you more.”

“Alright, your mission sounds dangerous and I like danger. When do we leave?”

Layla grinned. “You need to be off the station tomorrow. I'll have a shuttle come and pick you up to take you to my ship. After I clear up with Aria I'll meet you there. Then we'll plan the assault on the Collectors. It's not a long mission and maybe we can fake your death so that your Justicar won't be coming after you for some time.”

Morinth grinned and saw Nef come back from dancing with Jaris. The younger human was flushed and flopped onto the seat next to Layla. The turian left when he saw Morinth's eyes flash dangerously. The asari waved over a waitress and ordered three drinks.

“Have you talked about this with Nef?” Morinth asked.

“About what?” Nef asked turning to Layla.

“A job,” Layla replied slowly. “A very dangerous job. I've asked Morinth if she'd want to come along.”

“We'll be leaving tomorrow.” Morinth's response was nonchalant. Layla landed and warning glare at the asari and cracked a knuckle.

The young human shrugged and took the drink brought by the waitress. “So? She did that last time too. She was gone for only a couple of days. Nothing big there. I have to go home straight from the club anyways.”

“Oh?”

Nef grinned. “Yep, I'm going to get my work appraised. See how much some of the galleries are willing to pay for some of them!”

Layla grinned. “That's great!” she raised her glass high in the air. “To Nef, the galaxy's next big artist!”

Morinth raised her glass and tossed back her drink. “To Nef!”