The Red Renegade

The Red Renegade

Chapter Five: “The Commander Shepard Guide to Politics”

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The juggernaut of death and destruction hurtled through space, an amethyst nightmare upon all who beheld it. Inside it’s depths, Saren Arterius, Spectre and now traitor, sat in deep contemplation with the blood of his fellow Spectre on his clawed hands. He was torn between his old loyalties and his news ones and the possibility that he was not alone in his misery.

There was another. He could feel it.

Footsteps behind him brought him out of his demented thoughts and into the here and now. Behind him stood a thousand years of Asari heritage and knowledge encompassed in one blue-skinned woman with enormous tits on display. Calmly, with a thousand years of grace and poise, she approached him and stated: “We identified the vessel that touched down on Eden Prime. The Normandy. A human Alliance vessel.”

A claw twitched in subdued rage.

She continued, “It was under the command of Captain Anderson.”

Saren’s eye’s stared into nothing.

“They managed to save the colony.”

All inconsequential, in the long run. They knew nothing, could solve nothing, were as insignificant as a speck of dust. But he was not a Spectre for nothing. “And the Beacon?”
A pause. Too long, he knew. The Asari matriarch finally spat it out, “One of the humans…may have used it.”

Saren leaped up from his seat and roared an inarticulate howl. Saren’s form, distorted and disfigured, stalked up to the Matriarch and grabbed the front of her black dress, tearing it to shreds in a single flick of his mechanical wrist.

He grabbed her head with his clawed hands and held her down as a ripping sound erupted from his groin. Like a monster breaking free from a prison, a thick, spiked black cock tore its way into the open like a nightmare come to life. Over a foot in length and shining black with a film of slime, its side was studded with thick black spikes around the shaft.

The Matriarch opened her mouth to scream, but Saren shoved the Nightmare Cock into her throat, fucking it with the fury of a Spectre scorned. It’s spikes were not entirely solid, but they were not willing to bend and give easily and they scraped the side of her throat as he raped her throat.

Saren growled like a Varren prowling for food. If he derived pleasure from the experience, it was impossible to tell. He quickly grew tired of forcing her mouth on him and thrust her up against the wall, approaching from behind. She had enough time to stick her finely shaped ass out before he rammed his Nightmare Cock up her azure pussy in a single, pain-filled thrust. Had she not moved, it would have been shoved into her ass--an experience she only wanted to live through once.

The experience was worse than being gang-banged by Krogans in heat. The Black Nightmare was a biological torment and being fucked by it was a blood-soaked, teeth-grinding experience that was as pleasurable as having your teeth drilled without the benefit of pain killers. The Martiarch, unfortunately for her, had to live through this on a number of occasions.

There was no way to tell how long it lasted. Time seemed to be at a standstill when she had the Black Nightmare Cock inside her. Each thrust was a moment frozen in time of pain and screaming. She screamed hard and long, with every thrust until Saren threw his head back and roared.

Her womb filled--and quickly--with a thick black ichor that could loosely be called cum only in the sense that his Black Nightmare ejaculated it. Was it a sexual climax or something far more sinister? She didn’t know. She knew only pain and black cum oozing from her destroyed vaginal area.

Saren withdrew from her, watching as her battered and bleeding form slid down to the floor, eyes openly staring into space as the Matriarch collapsed into a puddle of sweat, blood, and black cum. His Black Nightmare withdrew back into his body and, suddenly, once again he seemed to be only Turian in appearance.

Saren clicked his mandibles in thought and said, “This human must be eliminated.”

The Asari Matriarch nodded once. Serving Saren came with sacrifices. But then, what had she left if not to serve him? Inside this ship, she wanted nothing more.

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Shepard sighed, looking at herself in the mirror. Her sleek black N7 armor was a perfect compliment to her red hair and fair skin tone. She liked it. She never told anyone that--much as she loathed military command and lifestyle--that she had only joined the N7 program because their armor was fuckin’ sweet.

Yeah, she was a badass bitch, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t accessorize.

The door to her apartment opened and in came her favorite gorgeous motherfucker with her new fucktoy Ashley in tow. Kaiden and Ashley approached Shepard in greeting.

“Hey, Shep.”

“What’s up, skipper?”

Shepard spun around, clad entirely in her armor save for her crotch piece, which was missing. Thus, her new nine-inch cock was hanging out in all its thick glory for them to see.

“Look at this shit!” she said, “I can’t stuff this gargantuan prick in my armor. It’s made for a cooch and I’ve got a kid’s forearm for a cock--at least until I fall asleep again, if Dr. Chakwas is right.”

“Skipper, I got a few pieces of extra armor in my locker.” Ashley said, “I could fabricate a new piece for you.”

“Or,” Kaiden said, “You could just order a man’s codpiece of N7 armor from Alliance Requisitions while we’re on the Citadel.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Shepard sighed again, hands on her hips, “But hey…check this fucker out. Kai, I cannot wait to stick this inside you.”

Kai cleared his throat uncomfortably. “You already have, Shep. I was one of the Marines who helped subdue you when you would wake up and go apeshit. You tore me open a couple of times and then went back to sleep. Actually, it wasn’t all that different from our normal sessions together except that you drooled on me.”

“Sorry,” Shepard said, “I wasn’t in full control of my mental facilities. But I am now and I’d like to get the two of you naked and see what else we can do that we didn’t get to try on that tram on Eden Prime. Kai, I wanna feel my cock in your ass and then I wanna shove it up Ash’s cunt until you both scream like banshees.” Her hand stroked Kai’s and Ash’s cheeks while her other hand stroked her cock awake with the other.

Kai coughed and cleared his throat, “Sorry, Shep, but duty calls. We’re literally coming out of the Mass Effect relay right now and we’ve got a full day ahead of us talking to politicians and the Counsel and whatnot. We really won’t have time for this, so for now you’re gonna have to take a rain check, okay?”

Shepard’s brow furrowed in confusion. Kai rarely told her ‘no’, but he was telling her ‘no’ now.

“Uh, fuck that and fuck you.” Shepard said, “On your knees.”

Kaiden smiled, “Not this time, Shep. Busy day ahead and duty calls. Come on, you’ll be okay, just put your old codpiece on and try not to think about fucking.”

With that, Kai turned around and left Shepard there. She thought about just tackling him and ramming it up his ass, but she spun on Ashley, who wore the same cryptic grin.

“Well, since Kai is gonna shit on my parade, I guess I can stuff my cock between your tits, Gunnery Chief.”

Ash smiled as Shepard’s hands began pawing at her armor, but Ashley shrugged her off. “Sorry, Skipper. I promise I’ll give up some ass later. Besides, you’ll need to be thinking straight when you meet with the counsel to try and pin the Eden Prime disaster on Saren.”

Shepard growled, her hands clawing at Ash‘s chest, “No! Gimmie them titties!”

Ashley deftly ducked out of Shepard’s reach and into the elevator. Shepard howled in anger. Ash giggled, “Sorry, Skipper. I promise as much ass as you can fuck when we get done with the Counsel. Later Skips!” Ashley tossed a wink and a kiss to Shepard as the elevator closed.

Shepard scoffed in anger and whined, “But I wanna fuuuuck!”

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Angry at the rebuke, Shepard affixed a shitty codpiece on after stuffing her dick into the side of her waist like a fleshy belt. It wouldn’t work well if she got hard, so she kept thinking un-sexy thoughts: Elcor in bikinis and Turian assholes. (Seriously, a mutilated dead body was not nearly as gross as how Turians took a shit).

So, with her new balls bulging blue and no relief in sight--literally, everyone was at their station or hiding--she stormed up to the Bridge, where she found Joker at the helm. “Joker, I figured I’d find you here.”

“I would hope so.” Joker replied, “If I wasn’t here then who would be piloting the damn ship?”

Shepard’s mind went to thoughts most foul, “Put the auto-pilot on. I got an itch that needs scratching.”

“Not this time, Commander.” Joker said without missing a beat. “Much as I enjoyed our first tryst, I’m gonna have to respectfully refuse. I heard how you ravaged the butt holes of those other Marines during your four days of raping rage.”

“I…uh…” Shepard coughed, “I tend to get cranky when I don’t have my coffee.”

“Plus,” Joker added, “That enormous humdinger between your legs isn’t a secret and, much as I like impaling you on my Captain’s log, I don’t care to be on the receiving end of a Shepard Pole Poke.”

Shepard groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose, “What’s a girl gotta do to get laid around here? Look, I promise not to buttfuck you if that’s how you feel, but a quickie? Come on, at least let me lick it.”

“Commander.” The voice of Captain Anderson approached Shepard from behind.

Shepard gnashed her teeth together. Cock-blocked again. “Captain.” she growled through gritted teeth.

Anderson, Kaiden, and Ashley all approached Shepard on the bridge and together, the five of them watched their approach to the Citadel as it loomed ahead of them in Citadel Space.

“Wow!” Ashley breathed, staring out the viewport. “It’s enormous.”

“Check out the Ascension.” Kaiden said, pointing to the pride of the Fleet.

“That monster could take out any ship in the Alliance fleet.” Ashley exclaimed.

Shepard moved up behind Ashley, pressing herself against Ashley’s backside while her head stayed close to Ashley’s head, “Be glad its on our side then.” Shepard said softly. Her hands ran up Ashley’s well-toned ass. Even with the armor in place, she could feel the supple flesh underneath. She culd slip her hands in the rim, lower the band, slip her cock into Ashley real quick and easy, it’d be so easy, so simple.

Ashley stiffened as she felt Shepard’s hand slip into her armor, under the rim, around her waist, and up into Ashley’s snatch. Her fingers fumbled for only a moment when Joker said, “Alright, everybody get seated in for docking. Sorry, it’s standard procedure.”


Ash wiggled herself out of Shepard’s grasp before Shepard could go any further. She gave Shepard an apologetic shrug and winked, a silent promise for a later tryst. Shepard sneered and brought her fingers to her nose, inhaling Ashley’s musk aroma. She licked her fingers, eager for the sweet taste of her flesh.

Later, she promised her. Later.

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Later, though, she was no closer to satisfaction as she listened to Udina rant, “This is an outrage! The Turians would not sit by while a colony of theirs was attacked by Geth!”

The Turian Counselor chided, “Turians don’t build colonies so close to the edge of controlled space, counselor.”

“I demand reparations for this travesty!” Udina cried.

“We will discuss this when you present your evidence at the appointed hour.” The Asari Counselor said. With that, the image of the Counsel faded just as Udina’s office chair hurtled through the space where their images had floated and crashed into the wall behind it.

Everyone’s head whipped around to see Shepard, hunched over after throwing the chair as she bellowed, “FUCK YOU, YOU BLUE BITCH!”

“Shepard, that was uncalled for.” Anderson scolded, “You need to control yourself.”

Shepard snarled, “I need a drink and a smoke and a hot fuck, is what I need. I don’t need this political bullshit. Fuck Politics! And fuck you, Udina.”

Udina bristled at this, but merely frowned, “I was one of the people who chose you for Spectre consideration. Watch your tongue, Shepard.”

Shepard leaned forward on the desk, staring Udina in the eyes as she said, “I fucking hate you with the force of a thousand burning suns. I hate your smug sense of self-entitlement. I hate the way you think. I hate the way you talk. I hate your face, I hate your clothes, I hate the way you smell, the way you walk…Hell, I hate the way your beady fucking eyes look around the room like a fly looking for a pile of shit to land on If your mother was alive, I’d fuck her in the ass and send you the vid of it right after I posted it on the Extra-net. If being an asshole was a religion, they’d make you the Grand High Pope.”

Shepard stabbed her finger at him, “One day, there will be a gathering. The assholes of this universe will come together. All of them: the liars, schemers, backstabbers, politicians, bullies, murderers, thieves, mercs, motherfuckers, cunts, bitches, pedophiles, cockmongers, dicklickers, assmunchers, ball-busters, butt-fuckers, strippers and prostitutes, Red Sand Whores, Varren fuckers, adulterers, deat-beat dads, news reporters…they’ll all gather together in one place and they’ll make statue of you crafted from the gold they stole out of their dead grandmother’s teeth.”

Shepard spat on the desk, “And it couldn’t happen to a more deserving fuck-stick.”

Udina’s eyebrow lifted in surprise before her merely turned to Anderson and said, “I see you brought half your crew and none of their charm.”

“Just the ground crew from Eden Prime.” Anderson answered, “In case you had any questions.”

“I have the reports.” Udina snapped, “I assume they’re accurate.”

“They are.” Anderson said.

“Then that will be all.” Udina said, waving them off. “Be at the Counsel Chambers in an hour for the meeting and don’t be late.”

With that bit of unceremonious gesture, Shepard, Kaiden, and Ashley found themselves very much unwelcome in the diplomat’s office. Anderson assured them if they needed him he would be with Udina and just like that they were cast out into the expanse of the Citadel.

“Well, that was a fucking waste of time.” Shepard said, looking down the hallways, “Come on, you two. Let’s find a deserted alleyway and make some fluids fly.”

Kai crossed his arms, “Shep, we can’t do that in the halls, there’s cameras everywhere. C-Sec would be on us in a second and we’d miss our chance to nail Saren to the wall.”

“Well, there’s got to be a room where I can nail one of you against the wall.” Shepard said.

Ashley laughed, but began walking off. “Come on, Skipper. I’ve never been to the Citadel, I wanna see the sights first. We’ll get hot and heavy later. Clam down and relax a little.”

Shepard watched in stunned disbelief as Ashley and Kai walked off without her, leaving her cock-blocked and rejected. She angrily stomped her foot on the ground and whined, “GODDAMMIT, WHY DOESN’T ANYONE WANNA FUCK ME?!”

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Shepard marched through the Embassies on a warpath, storming directly towards the Counsel Chambers entrance with all the subtlety of a Krogan battalion in enemy territory. She brushed through throngs of people and shoved her way to the front of the line to access the elevator that would take them to the Chambers high up in the Citadel.

Together, Shepard, Kaiden, and Ashley got onto the elevator, watched the doors close, and waited patiently as the elevator went up.

And up.

And then up some more.

Still they waited.

And waited.
And waited.

Kaiden, Shepard, and Ashley looked around uncomfortably, unsure of what to say or do.

Finally, Shepard cried out, “HOW SLOW CAN THIS MOTHERFUCKING ELEVATOR POSSIBLY GO?!”

“Easy, Shepard. Keep your cool.” Kaiden said.

“Fuck you, you goddamn sister-fucker. You two have been cock blocking me all goddamn day and all I want to to bust my motherfuckin’ nut as much as I can. I’m living the goddamn dream with this prick and all anyone can tell me is to give a shit about the fucking politicians. Fuck them and fuck you.”

“We’ll have to kiss their ass if we want to bust Saren for Eden Prime.” Kaiden warned.

“Give me free range to hunt that shit-kicker across the universe and I guarantee you I will bring his head back with his severed cock sticking out like a cock tongue.” Shepard sniffed, looking up and down, “GodDAMN this fucking elevator is slow as a motherfucker!”

Shepard waited another minute or two and then said, “Fuck this shit, if you two assholes won’t gimmie a quickie, I’ll do it myself.”

Shepard pried off her codpiece with a quick jerk of her arm, slinging it across the elevator with a vengeance. Her cock swung free in the open. She propped herself up against the elevator and grabbed her member, stroking it roughly as she looked Kaiden and Ashley in the eyes, daring them to stop her.

“Wow.” Ashley muttered, “She’s got a big damn cock.”

“Tell me about it.” Kaiden said. “She’s not gentle with it, either.”

Shepard had, by now, worked herself a stiff erection that was standing tall and proud, aiming itself right at Shepard. She sat spread eagle against the wall and finally dipped her head down, taking her entire length down in a single stroke. She sucked herself off with the ease of an expert cocksucker and one who had practiced significantly on going down on herself. Her bulky armor seemed to be no impediment to her progress as her head bobbed up and down on her own dick.

Her vigor was nothing short of impressive. With every bob, her mouth sucked and slurped, a film of spit keeping her flesh rod wet as it plunged into her own mouth, sucking it down her throat.

Surreal, was the sensation that came to mind the most. She was used to swallowing dicks, was practically the unmitigated universal master of it. But she had never ahd the sensation of sucking one that was also hers. The combination of sensing this from both aspects was spinning around in her head and making her gray matter into a lust-filled mush.

The elevator continued its trek upward.

One hand reached down and cupped her balls in one hand, noting they felt akin to holding a pair of tennis balls in her hand clothed in a sack of flesh. That these fucking gimmicks were now part of her anatomy was almost enough hot creep her out, but they were a cum factory that kept the sticky good stuff flowing, so she wasn’t going to complain.

The rush, the flood, of new sensations from her brand spanking new appendage was unfamiliar and Shepard, who was used to self-pleasure sessions that could drag on for an hour, found herself suddenly with a nice new hair trigger on her climax level. Within a few minutes of auto-sucking, she found out what others felt like when she put her master crosskicking skills to use and blew her load right into her mouth.

She grunted and her cheeks blew out full within two blasts. Quick as a snake, she was swallowing, her cock pumping out its sweet release almost as fast as she could swallow. The sheer volume was staggering, unequal to anything Shepard had ever experienced before. But never one to give up, she downed every last drop, knowing she couldn’t afford to reach the end of the elevator with her face and hair covered in her own spunk.

She popped her softening prick out, swallowed the last drops, and stood up. Kaiden and Ashley had watched her in silence. Kaiden’s eyes were wide with admiration and Ashley stood cross legged, as if she were trying to keep her pussy from leaping out of its own accord and engulfing Shepard’s little friend.

Shepard sighed happily, smiling for the first time since they arrived. “That’s much fuckin’ better. You two assholes are gonna catch hell later, you know that, right?”

Kai just tossed Sheppard a silent salute while Ashley shrugged and handed Shepard her discarded codpiece.

The elevator continued its upward trek. Shepard groaned and said, “Fuckin’ elevators. Hate em.”

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At the top of the elevator, the Alliance Trio shuffled out and into the massive hall where the Counsel did its business. Sweeping rows of cherry wood trees lent an air of quiet serenity to what was otherwise a hotbed of political dissent. At the entrance to the foyer area, Shepard, Kaiden, and Ashley came across a pair of Turians arguing in a heated debate--both C-sec officers, if their uniforms were any indicator.

Shepard wasn’t paying attention, but when one of the Turians--a Captain--broke off and walked away, the other one turned and looked Shepard right in the eyes as she approached his general vicinity.

Shepard paused, taken back by his how his plates and colors struck the right tone with his black-and-blue C-Sec uniform. He held himself tall and proud, like a true commande would and when Shepard met his eyes, she felt a twitch in her chest--almost as though her heart skipped a beat. She was no expert judge of Turian looks, but when she saw him the only word that came to her mind was “handsome” Or, as handsome as a Turian could achieve to a human female.

“Commander Shepard.” He said. It wasn’t a question.

“My tawdry reputation precedes me.” Shepard joked.

“Garrus Vakarian, C-sec. I’m the officer in charge of the investigation against Saren.”

Shepard nodded, “Find anything?”
Garrus gave a short growl, “No. Saren’s a Spectre, so everything he does is classified immediately. I can’t find so much as a missed parking ticket against him.”

Shepard snarled and pounded one fist into another, “Motherfucker!”

“I begged for more time, but my superiors took me off the case.” Garrus said, “I’m sorry, there’s nothing more I can do. Maybe the Counsel will listen to you.”

Shepard scoffed and spat, “And maybe the Krogan will embrace peace and write poetry.”

Garrus looked blankly at her, trying to decipher her words through his internal translator but he lifted his hand and pointed a finger at her, saying, “That was a joke.”

“Goddamn right, Garrus.”

Garrus chuckled, “Good one. Good luck, Shepard. You’ll need it.”

The Alliance trio passed Garrus and marched up the steps, meeting Anderson at the base of the last flight. He waved Shepard towards him, “The meeting’s already started. Let’s go!”

Shepard and Anderson approached Udina on the dais, where they were present before the Counsel. A hologram of Saren stood tall and imposing to one side, like a god looking down on insects who dared to question him.

Shepard stepped forward and stabbed her finger at him. “That’s him! That’s the motherfucker who killed Nihlus and tried to blow Eden Prime to fucking kingdom come.”

“I resent these accusations!” Saren’s mechanical voice bellowed. “Nihlus was a friend, a brother in arms.”

“That’s why he let his guard down!” Anderson cried, “And let you close enough to put a bullet in the back of the head.”

“Anderson.” Saren sneered, “Once again, you pop up when false accusations are flung against me. And this must be your protégé: Shepard.”

“You goddamn fuckin’ right I am.” Shepard said, “If you weren’t a fuckin’ hologram, I’d fuck your shit up good, you cock sucking Varren fucker.”

“Charming and eloquent.” Saren sneered. “Are we done here?”

“What about the fuckin’ eyewitness I found?” Shepard said.

“The words of a traumatized dockworker whom you also molested are hardly a credible source.” The Salarian Counselor said.

“These accusations have little to no evidence in your favor.” The Turian Counselor added.

Saren laughed, “And to think you wanted to join the Spectres.”

“Fuck you, asshole!” Shepard said, her hands reaching for a weapon, but Anderson held her back.

“He has no right to say that.“ Udina said.

“Shepard’s admission into the Spectres isn’t the purpose of this meeting.” The Asari Counselor said.

“What about Shepard’s vision after she touched the Beacon?” Anderson asked.

“What is this?” Saren asked, “Dreams as evidence now?”

“I have a dream.” Shepard said, “That one day I will put my foot up your scaly ass so far that I’ll be able to wear you like a fuckin’ stocking. I’ll kick your fuckin’ ass so hard your grandkids will be born with a mudhole in their goddamn assholes!”

Saren stared at the charming Shepard and then turned to the Counsel, “Are we done here?”

“We’re done.” The Turian Counselor said. “Udina, you and your people are dismissed.”

“WHAT?” Shepard cried. “YOU SLACKJAWED NUTSUCKERS THINK WE”LL JUST WALK AWAY AND LET THIS GO?”

Shepard whipped her codpiece off and spun around, bending over and pulling her ass cheeks apart. “DISMISS THIS!”

Shepard grunted and shit onto the dais at the Counsel, splattering a turd onto the polished flooring where dignitaries from across the galaxy came to stand and speak to the Counsel. And Shepard had shit on it like a drunken frat boy who couldn’t find the toilet in time.

The Counsel stared down at Shepard’s display in disgust and watched her walk away bare-assed.

“She must work out.” The Asari Counselor muttered, admiring Shepard’s bouncing butt.

Once off the dias and down the stairs, Shepard re-fixed her codpiece back on and looked to Anderson. “Fuck those shit-eating cunts.”

“It was a mistake having you there, Anderson.” Udina said, “You and Saren have too much history. It influenced the Counsel against us.”

“We’ll have to take down Saren ourselves.” Anderson said, “Shepard, think you’re up for an investigation?”

“Fuck no.” Shepard said.

Ashley jumped in, “Wait, what about that C-sec officer, Garrus? He seemed like he was close to having something on Saren. Why don’t we ask him?”

“My contact in C-sec can help us find him.” Udina said.

“Or you could just fucking ask C-sec.” Shepard mocked, “All your so-called political power and you can’t call a single fucking C-sec officer down for a pow-wow? I find this means of investigation to be an illogical waste of time.”

Udina ignored her, “Meet my contact Harkin at a club down in the Wards. It’s called Chora’s Den.”

“Harken’s a drunk and a loser.” Anderson commented.

“He has his uses.” Udina said. “I have other business to attend to. Anderson, meet me in my office.”

“Go!” Shepard snapped, “Nobody fucking likes you, you twat. You have no friends.”
“Shepard.” Udina said in a curt good-bye.

Shepard snarled, “I hope you die in a fire.”

Anderson stepped in front of the trio. “Alright, you three. You’ve got your assignment. Meet that drunken loser Harken at Chora’s Den and see if you can find anything out about Garrus and what he uncovered.”

“Hopefully we can toss a little firefight and some wet pussy into the mix.” Shepard grinned. “I love going to seedy dives. It’s like living back in the wild fuckin’ west. We’ll get that shitstain Saren if it’s the last thing we do, Captain.”

Anderson nodded, “I know you will, Shepard. God help whoever crosses your path.”

Shepard flashed her teeth in a primal, feral grin, “No sir. Whoever crossed MY path is certainly not in God’s good graces. Come on, lackeys.” Shepard led Kaiden and Ashley back to the elevator and shut the door, hitting the ‘down’ button.

Kaiden and Ashley watched as Shepard turned to them and whipped off her codpiece again, smiling widely. “We’ve got a long ride down in this fuckin’ elevator. Get naked or get the fuck out.”

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Author’s Note: Yes, I know that the Saren scene is out of order with the game, but oh well. Sorry for the lack of flappable material in this particular chapter, I had to get some story bits out of the way, though if you want you can fap to Saren…if that’s your thing.