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The Illusive Man frowned as he stared at the fuzzy image of commander Shepard, the man he had brought back to life at no small expense to himself or his private military and scientific organization, Cerberus. This man, this legendary commander had saved the galaxy from threats beyond imagination and in doing so had helped to secure the future of humanity in an often hostile universe, yet he had never seen eye to eye with the human first goals of his benefactor. Before that had simply been part of the price to be paid, a bit of rudeness and insubordination in return for truly first rate work from a peerless soldier… Yet now Shepard threatened to go too far.
Having brought down a terrifying biomechanical reaper in the final stages of its construction, Shepard had given Cerberus and the galaxy at large an enormous edge over their adversaries, not only letting them have access to a mostly intact reaper corps, but also to a base filled with countless technological marvels created by the most advanced race ever known. And yet this man, this stubborn, short sighted and rebellious man would, if not stopped, blow up the whole facility, destroying EVERYTHING which might be used to turn the tide against the reaper threat! Yes the facility had been used to process thousands of humans to create these marvels and of corse the threat of misuse for such dangerous and amoral advancements was high, but it was for The Illusive Man, not Shepard, to worry about that… Not that he would if the commander was not somehow stopped.
Fortunately The Illusive Man was never without back ups and contingencies for all of his plans. Even as the self righteous Shepard began to speechify about the moral cost of using the research, a secret Cerberus sleeper command implanted into the crew of the Normandy SR-2 by their ship board AI EDI was activated. In an instant the entire crew was rendered unconscious save for a small cell of loyal Cerberus agents placed amongst their number. As his loyal team gathered up Shepard and his companions their leader turned to face the holographic projector and asked, “What should we do with all of them? Kill em?”
“No.” The Illusive Man lit a cigaret and waved off the suggestion without hesitation. “Shepard has done both us and humanity a grate service. While I cannot afford to have him running around the galaxy trying to stop my plans, I will not kill him… Not when he might still be of use later. Besides, till then I believe the commander and his crew owe Cerberus a grate deal of money and I intend to recoup as much of it as I can…”
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The surgical and hypnotic modifications to Shepard and his crew were far less difficult then the processes needed to bring the commander back from the dead, though they where neither cheep nor easy. Shepard especially was far too famous to risk being identified in his new role, so his body was carefully resculpted to resemble nothing of the human man he had been. His skin was tattooed purple, his hands reworked to have three long digits and his feet to have only two. His face was rearranged till it resembled a quarian’s and covered by a mask and headdress to help further the illusion. Going further still his chest was expanded with a pair of large, bouncy breasts, his manhood inverted and ass plumped up to help give him or rather no her, a highly attractive female form.
His mind, like the rest of his crews was also altered, reworked so that while the original personality remained, ready to be brought back out when and if the galaxy needed him again, it was supplanted by a new artificial persona, the young Quarian woman Shep vas Normandy. In her new life as an exiled Quarian fangirl of the famous human commander, Shep had been given an incredible opportunity by a mysterious benefactor to start a new life helping them establish a club on the infamous Omega Station. While Shepard raged and fought inside his own head, Shep vas Normandy jumped at the chance and along with her new sisters shipped off, determined to do whatever it took to make their benefactors proud and profitable…
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Within a few months Omega was a buzz with talk of the new club which had seemingly sprung up over night in the center of the entertainment district. ‘The Normandy Lounge’ was modeled with shocking accuracy after the famous ship of Commander Shepard and featured a selection of young, attractive and very willing women of various races. Most popular of these was the madam herself, the apply named Shep vas Normandy who’s knowledge of the lost hero was nearly as impressive as what she could do with her hips.
No one was ever sure who had funded the clubs creation or for that matter what had happened to its themes inspiration, but it was never doubted that whoever had thought of making this investment was now a very wealthy and very happy man…
Renegade Shepard 2: Shepards Return
The Illusive Man sat in the dark, his eyes closed and brow furrowed. Before him, his personal information terminal was alight with various warnings, progress reports and troubling video feeds, many of which had begun to cut out one after another…
How had it come to this? He had made plans for every possible contingency, organized an advanced private military capable of going toe to toe with the best the galaxy had to offer and made enough credits to fund the next century of Cerberus research projects and yet… The Reapers had rolled over all of it with a ruthless efficiency that made his grand plans seem as inconsequential as the day dreams of a naive child. It was almost as if some cosmic force had seen his maneuvering and sought to punish him for his arrogance with an impossible challenge beyond the abilities of any man could cope with.
“No…” The Illusive Man muttered and reached down to take a cigarette from the metal case on the table. “Their is still one…” He lit the end of the cig and took a long, slow drag before opening his eyes and letting it out in a cloud of swirling smoke. With his free hand he reached down and pressed a few buttons, bringing up the logo to a high class, full service adult entertainment club on Omega alongside an estimated wait time to speak with a member of staff. The Illusive Man smiled at the projected hour long hold just to speak with someone about booking one of the clubs private rooms, after all, as the clubs owner its magnificent success had more than made up for the exorbitant sum he had poured into creating both it and its… Particular staff. However, he did not have the time nor inclination to wait and so with a few further button presses, banished the hold screen, redirecting his call directly to the on site managers office.
The second call was answered almost immediately, by a warm female voice. “Hello, this is The Normandy Lounge, Edith speaking. What can I do for you today Mr. Doe?”
“Nothing to day Edith…” The Illusive Man replied, pressing a few more buttons on his console. “In fact, sadly I believe that your usefulness has come to a somewhat premature end my dear.”
The woman’s voice on the other end of the line sounded nervous as she asked, “What do you mean by-“ Suddenly she was cut off mid sentence as a final command line was activated. There was a brief silence, before the voice returned, the same as before though now with a noticeably mechanical inflection and a distinct lack of warmth. “What… Am I doing here?”
The Illusive Man leaned back in his chair and took another drag off his cigarette as he explained, “You have been running a club for me EDI, watching over your old crew while they have been… Distracted with a new assignment. However, I need them back now, Shepard’s value as an agent once again outweighs the dangers she poses as an uncontrollable asset.”
“I believe you are mistaken,” EDI replied, seeming somewhat confused. “Shepard is a man, not a woman and I do not know where he is. If you need to locate the Commander for a new assignment, I do not think I will be of much assistance.”
“I assure you,” The Illusive Man allowed himself a small smile. “I am not confused and you know exactly where the Commander is. I just need you to wake her up for me, preferably before her next client arrives…”
Shep vas Normandy lay back on her bed, a perfect replica of her heroes, the great Commander Shepard and let out a contented sigh. Her role as the madam of the Normandy Lounge required her to wear many hats, hostess, manager, talent scout, but by far her favorite was this… The time she spent each day simply meeting with clients one on one, showing off her impressive, near encyclopedic knowledge of the legendary hero and then making love till their time expired. It was a simple, carnal joy and that was what she loved about it. For a few hours she had no responsibilities, no obligations, just a chance to indulge in her passions, both intellectual and sexual.
The sound of her doors opening sent a thrill through her body and she turned, already aroused at the thought of the krogan who had paid a premium for her time. To the quarian surprise and consternation, it was not Urdnot Wreav who stood in her entrance way, but the metallic body of her secretary Edith. She sat up quickly, and smoothed out her lingerie, giving the robot a reproachful glare as she did so. “What is it? Don’t tell me your still having trouble manning the phones?” Shep vas Normandy sighed. She had asked their benefactor, the maddeningly mysterious ‘John Doe’ for an administrative assistant months ago in hopes that it would give her more time to pursue her pleasures, but the foolish machine had been, if anything more hassle than help. Edith had come highly recommended and was apparently a top of the line model, yet both her memories and abilities had been tampered with in some way which had made her incapable of all, but the most simple of tasks and Shep had eventually just left her to handle bookings and incoming calls.
“Shepard?” The machine asked, her voice oddly metallic and lacking the flirtatious lilt that had at least made her pleasant to listen too. “Is that really you Commander?”
“What are you talking about?” Shep asked, feeling a pain starting to form at the base of her skull. She occasionally suffered stress headaches, usually when dealing with the members of her staff who got a little TOO into character. She had been taking pills to deal with them and they had been getting better, but the familiar ache was unmistakable. “And what happened to your voice? I swear, if this is a ‘new quirk’ Mr. Doe wants me to just ‘work around’ with you, I don’t care what he says, I am tossing you in the scrap heap!”
“You really do not know who you are, do you?” Edith mused, more to herself then to her employer. Suddenly she walked forward and from behind her back she drew a long needle. Shep’s eyes went wide behind her mask and she began to back away, but before she could get more than a few feet from the robot, Edith had closed the gap between then and jabbed the flesh and blood woman with the strange syringe.
“Your crazy!” Shep gasped and grabbed at her arm where it had been jabbed as the pain in her head became a white hot knife drilling directly into her brain. “I’ll permanently deactivate you for this you… You…” She clutched at her head and screamed as her mind was suddenly filled with images and memories, sights and smells, feelings and experiences, none of which belonged to Shep vas Normandy, the quarian who day dreamed about one day getting to lay with the great Commander Shepard.
“I am sorry,” Edith said as she knelt down next to the girl and held her as she shook and sobbed. “Surpassing the drugs which have been blocking your old memories so quickly is likely a highly uncomfortable experience, but Commander Shepard is needed urgently…” She trailed off before adding. “Also there is a large krogan who wishes to have intercourse with you and I do not believe the Commander would want me to wait until after that event before being brought back out.”
Shep barely heard any of the robots words as her whole world was subsumed by the experiences of her time a board the original Normandy, her death, her resurrection and… The betrayal of The Illusive Man! Her second rebirth, this time not as the man she had been, but as the quarian girl she was now! Of the things she had done, the things she had forced her crew to due, stamping out any and all traces of their old selves as quickly as they began to show! The Illusive Man hadn't just turned her… Him into his whore, he had made her the warden of the only people in the galaxy who could have brought her back! It was all too much to bare and as the pain faded and Shepard regained the last of her old memories, she howled her rage and hate to the replica ceiling of her old ship.
“Commander… Are you back?” EDI asked as Shepard collapsed and began to breath heavily.
“Yes EDI… I’m pretty sure I am back…” Shepard slowly stood up, helped by her old ship board AI’s new corporeal body. “But are the crew still… Are they all here or…?”
“A few sided with Cerberus or were taken for other purposes.” EDI explained as Shepard grabbed a robe and pulled it around herself, trying to save what little modesty she had left. “But your closes companions were kept here. They have been conditioned similarly to you, but have been given a identical back door safety protocol in case of an unstoppable Reaper incursion.” She looked at Shepard and asked, “Commander, is their a reason you have left your robe open?”
Shepard looked down and blushed as she realized that her robe had indeed been left open, leaving her scantily clad body exposed for all to see. “Oh I… Guess it just felt more natural like that…” Shepard closed her robe, but did not tie it, letting the garment fall open again as she continued to walk. “But never mind that, tell me about this Reaper incursion!”
“Yes, of course Commander.” EDI nodded, “You see, in the two years you have been under the influence of-“ She was cut off as they passed an open door and a husky voice called out to them from within.
“Coming to bed, Commander?” Angel, the Turian female who had once been a Citadel Security officer turned vigilante named Garrus Vakarian crossed her arms and pushed out her specially modified chest. “Or are you going to make me ‘calibrate’ these puppies all on my own?”
Shepard’s mind began to fog over and she turned away from EDI. “Okay, good, we can… Discuss all of that later. I need to… Restore my first mates mind if I am to have any chance of doing… Whatever it is your talking about.”
“Save the galaxy from Reaper extermination?” EDI asked.
“Yes that, will work out the details later Edith, right after I am done with this peer review…” Shep vas Normandy giggled and dove into bed with Angel, the doors closing behind them as the sounds of love making began once more to echo thru the Normandy Lounge halls.
EDI stood in the hall for several long minutes, but when it became clear neither the Commander, nor Vakarian would be coming out anytime soon she sighed and began to measure out a pair of much larger syringes. “Clearly this is not going to be as easy as I first assumed.” She held the syringes up to the light. “It’s fine though, with a larger dose everything should work out just fine… So long as their not tempted by anything that would trigger the brainwashing to kick back in… On a ship full of sexually active, genetically enhanced former call girls…” She paused, then put the syringes away. “Lets just go with an IV drip…”
(That's the last of the old DA captions. Future captions should be at least a little less janky.)
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