{Mission Log
Operator - Assassin Alpha
Alias - Private Jean Stewart
Location - Normandy SR2
Mission Brief - Eliminate Normandy Crew Prior to their arrival to the Citadel
Targets - Commander Allison Shepard, Executive Officer Liara T'Soni, Admiral Tali'Zorah Vas Normandy, The Enhanced Defense Intelligence, Justicar Samara, Kasumi Goto, Ashley Williams, Subject Zero Jack, Miranda Lawson, Samantha Traynor, Karin Chakwas
Mission Completion Time - 2 Days in FTL
Additional Notes - Make them presentable.
MISSION START}
Target 1 - The Enhanced Defense Intelligence (EDI)
EDI was the highest priority in terms of detection. She needed to go down before anyone, that way she could not inform the crew or any outside force of Jean's rampage before it was complete. So, when she was assigned to the crew weeks before her mission started, she quickly wooed up the lovely AI. It was hard competing with Traynor, but happily she won EDI's appeal.
Now Jean and EDI got really close to each other, so much so EDI was allowed to view a part of Jean that she herself had not informed the crew of. Instead of reporting the futanari, EDI assured her that the secret was safe right before she went down on Jean and sucked her cock to oblivion.The undercover assassin was glad that her disguise as the innocent teen girl paid off, with EDI having full trust in her, to the point where when she asked EDI for a short tour of her AI Core, the synthetic didn't think twice.
"And this is how I predict the outcomes for dogfights," She trailed on as Jean admired the AI's frame and her room around them. The AI naiveishly showed her every system's purpose and function to her heart's content, not questioning why Jean showed more curiosity towards her main processor and leaned next to it, reaching out for something. EDI continued to inform her of other pieces of herself in the meantime, "With Joker and the rest of the male crew dismissed, I have had to take up a lot of extra work to keep this ship running as Shepard needs."
"Must be exhausting," Jean stated, half-listening. She hopped up onto the railing, leaning back against the server that EDI had informed her held her main systems. If they went down, EDI would be gone in an instant. She just needed a distraction to press herself further, find the right buttons and wires. So, she looked at EDI with a seductive look, "Perhaps you need a release every once and a while. You got the attachment I recommended?"
EDI turned and saw Jean resting on the guard rail, her legs spread out as she trailed suspecting touches onto her pants. The AI smiled and nodded, "Indeed. I figured Elcor might be too large for you to handle, so I purchased this," She started and moved a hand down to her own crotch. Tapping a button on the side, a flap opened where her mimic of a cunt laid, ejecting out to reveal her rubber phallus, long and hard, "I do believe that Krogan would suit you better," she added and walked towards Jean, who licked her lips at the sight. Her fake cock even sported quad testicles, adding to the krogan fantasy even more.
She stopped short at the Private, arms placed on the railing on either side of Jean. She closed in on her lips and gave a quick, exciting kiss and smiled, "And I suppose your right. I do need a break. To break you in that is," She grinned and instantly moved her right hand to Stewart's pants, tearing a hole in the fabric for an opening to the woman's ass.
Jean gasped at the destruction of her clothes, especially when her cock flopped out into the open a second later, "What am I going to do now? I can't just walk out of here with it out-ht!" she erupted into a moan when EDI shoved her prick right in without any preparation.
"I'll sneak you down the emergency shute and steal one of Kasumi's collections. She won't miss it," She explained, "Just shut up and let me relieve myself." She grunted and pushed forward. She held onto Jean's waist so she wouldn't fall, but made no attempt whatsoever to not push her into her own servers.
Jean grinned with that revelation, that she has the AI's trust so much, that she thinks that her partner wouldn't mess any of her systems up. How endearing to think about, but how foolish of a thing to do. As EDI railed her, Jean searched with her hands, producing her secret drone to assist her in eliminating EDI's connection to Normandy. All while she was being fucked, Jean gone unnoticed when she dettached several cables.
Alerts flashed by EDI's memory, but she quickly swiped them away without a read. Whatever it was, it couldn't take priority over her dominance on her recruit toy. What she missed, was Jean actually taking her Normandy systems away. She was now just the AI core, and once Jean found the thing she was after, even that would be gone.
"Oh, fuck!" EDI howled as she thrusted deep into Jean's ass. It was a hard thrust, and enough to get her gears spurring. Her synthetic cock ejected simulated sperm right up the Assassin's ass, filling her up with cream to the point where Jean thought she became instantly pregnant. But instead, her hands found the right cable, as her drone reported to her through a communication chip she had with it. She smiled in pride when she felt that, knowing her efforts were about to be rewarded.
As EDI finished, she looked down at the bewildered state of her girlfriend, "Thank you for that."
"No, thank you EDI," Jean panted, flashing a smirk at the AI. That shook EDI, especially with how much emotion she was detecting from her, and none of it was gratitude, "For letting your guard down," With that, she ripped the cord out of the server with a violent crack to the seal. Sparks flew from the cable as EDI's body went deathly still, shock in her eyes and unable to process what had happened.
Jean let the reality sink in of what she had accomplished. She would have assumed this threat to be the most difficult, but it was a breeze. If this was how their valuable AI fell, then the rest stood no chance. When she was done feeling the large cock inside her, she pushed EDI off her, letting the metal body slam onto the floor. Grateful for the Soundproof doors, she hopped off the railing to rush to the door, immediately locking it.
When that was done, she turned to the back of the room, where all the servers around her became dead and powered off. She moved toward the ladder to the left of her, "Emergency chute that leads to Engineering, thanks for the advice EDI."
Targets 2 and 3 - Miranda Lawson and Subject Zero Jack
Before Jean finished her descent, she caught the sound of action. Slowing her movements to go unnoticed, she dropped down on the other side of the dressing curtain. The sounds were coming from behind it. She knew who was behind there, and she readied herself to take out her next two targets. But first, a small peak wouldn't hurt. She moved up to the curtain, then looked around it to see Miranda Lawson on top of Jack, both on the latter's bed with their pussies slamming against each other.
"Cheerleader bitch!" "Criminal Whore!" They called each other while they slapped their thighs together, and in between fruitful moans. Jean had to stop and admire the sight for as long as possible. Her hand instinctively went to her rod, not waiting to stroke her length fully while the two lovers enjoyed themselves.
They were both completely naked, the only thing covering them being their many tattoos that splattered their bodies. After the war, and on their first date, Jack insisted they get matching tattoos. Miranda obliged, and then she did again, and again more excitedly, and again even more. It came to a point where she was just as much of a modern art display as her companion, markings littered everywhere and she could not be happier. Their signature nicknames for each other were even branded on their backs in big, bold letters.
Miranda was thrilled at the first Tattoo, knowing it was an imperfection, something that was hers, and something that her father would have been furious with if he was still alive. Being able to make her body feature imperfections was a sense of rebellion, and thanks to Jack, she was quite the rebel.
As they fucked on the sturdy cot, Jean watched carefully. Her mindless masturbation eased her mind while she looked around for ways to kill them. She didn't have access to the armory, and she was not equipped with any weapons, so she had to figure something out. She praised the fact that Jack was such a law breaker, otherwise her situation would be much more dire. She spotted some of the ruthless biotic's knives on a stand beside the euphoric couple, along with some pants that didn't have a hole in them. Perfect.
She waited for the pair to close their eyes and envelope each other in a gracious kiss to move. When they wrapped around each other, clenching each other's breasts and fighting with their tongues for dominance, Jean carefully stepped to the daggers. Her skill was proven by how little sound she made, picking up two blades from the stand. She almost laughs at how easy this is. This is the glorious team that defeated the Reapers? So overwhelmed in their own fucking that they couldn't sense the person a few spaces away from them.
They were nearing their peak, which means she didn't have long before their necks weren't so close. Quickly, she stuck her knives in between the two lovers, then promptly drug the serrated edges across both their throats. Their eyes shot out in unison as their blood splattered each other. They are too entwined, they won't allow each other to fall. They grip onto each other with all their might, leaning on each other until they fall limp, their heads pressed against each other as their confused reactions stain their face.
That sight nearly brought Jean to orgasm. She narrowed her gaze and dropped the knives down on the ground, jacking her cock incredibly fast. The only thing that stopped her from succeeding was a subtle gasp from behind her.
Target 4 - Ashley Williams
She darted her sight around immediately, to see Lieutenant Williams standing tall. Her face was a mix of shock and fear. Her breathing was ragged, and Jean quickly noticed her ruffled apparel. And her hand that was covered in clear slime. It didn't take long for her to connect the dots. The supposed Christian was fingering herself to two lesbians fucking.
She must've have noticed the two not making any sounds and took a chance to look over. She seems to be in two places about the scene laid before her. Without hesitation, Jean lunged at her, knocking her into the wall and grabbing her by the throat. Ashley didn't even get a peep out before Jean twisted her head around violently, ending her life in an instant.
As Williams fell, Jean made sure to help her to the floor without alerting attention. She wasn't risking anyone hearing her body hit the ground with a loud clang. It was only when her corpse was softly placed on the metal panels, that Jean set herself down, panting, "Heavy fuck."
Her balls touched the cold floor, making her tense with the cold metal touching her sensitive baby makers. She had to get a new pair of pants now. Turning back to the bloody scene behind her, she refocused on the pair that were strewn beside the bed. They were some of Jack's most concealing clothes she has, Jean laughed at the though, given how slutty she still looked, with the sides still exposed to show the biotic's underwear.
Jean slipped off her ripped trousers and dawned Jack's. The issue regarding showing underwear wasn't much of a worry for her now. Partly because those were also destroyed, so instead it just revealed her naked thighs. Satisfied with the look, glad that it fits her, Jean then grabs the knives she used, still brandished with blood, and tucked them into the sheaths on the belt Jack made for them. With that out of the way, she went on the move again, stepping over William's corpse and up the stairs to her next target.
Target 5 - Tali'Zorah Vas Normandy
She came up to the engineering core, Jean able to hear the reverberating core echo its hum across the area. Regardless of her mission, the sound always soothed her mind when dealing with troubles. But fortunately for her, she was completely safe to walk about without appearing to be a murderer. Made all the more easier when her dick isn't out, too. But when she approaches the room, she spots Tali at the far console inside the core, with Gabby on one right ahead of her.
The frail woman was not on her list, but it was a necessary kill nonetheless. She felt no remorse when she grabbed Gabby by her mouth and severed her vocal cords with the knife, quiet enough for the quarian next door to not notice her friend dying. Once she couldn't squawk, Jean truely ended the officer with a quick crack of her neck, just like Ashley down below.
With her out of the way and set down, Jean wiped the blood off as best she could before waltzing behind Tali. The admiral immediately sensed her presence, and turned to see, "Oh, hello Private Stewart. Good to see you."
"You too, Miss Zorah. How are the diagnostics going?" Jean asked, knowing she would only be half listening to it as she readied her attack. Looking around, she didn't see anyone at the windows overlooking the drive core, making them virtually alone in this chamber. She discreetly closed the door and stand right behind Tali, who seemed to be clearly flustered by the proximity they shared.
"Well, the core is operating at great capacity, as usual," She utters anyway, then suddenly bucks her hips a bit. Jean was partly concerned until a deep moan left Tali's lips. Her butt pressed against Jean's crotch, her bulge clearly felt when Tali hitched her breath. She whipped her head around and darted her eyes down,"I'm so sorry!" She muttered, "I didn't realize, I didn't expect company for a while."
Jean made sure to calm her down. If she was tense, it would be harder to take advantage of her. So she placed a hand on her shoulder, "Hey, it's alright. Are you good?"
Tali almost said she was fine until a moan replaced what she was going to say. When it was over, she sheepishly blushed, "I might be using a vibrator to pass the time. It's how I focus."
"Really? Wow, Admiral, so scandalous," Jean teased as she moved her comforting hand down onto Tali's breast. Even though Tali was aware of the extra member Jean apparently had equipped, she didn't move away. If anything, she rubbed herself against it, feeling the length. She gasped when Jean squeezed her tit, but shown no further objection to being fondled.
"Yeah, I know," She mumbled, taking in what she was feeling. The buzzing in her pussy, the setting on it high. Jean's secret anatomy that was incredibly firm, and her hand groping her right breast so tenderly. Was the Private's mouth always so close to her nec- Oh god. Jean planted a small kiss on the fabric hiding her pale skin. Tali bucked again when she felt that, this time intentionally running into Jean's masked cock. She held the console in front of her with one hand as she trailed her other around to Jean, slipping her three fingers down in the woman's pants, "So, you seem to have a special secret, too," she started, "Care to tell me how lng you've had it?"
"Since birth, baby," Jean lied, keeping her ridiculous cover for the brief time she has with this quarian. The nickname triggered a soft sigh out of Tali, making her relax as the recruit had her way with her, "Now tell me, can you survive outside this suit long enough for me to replace your shitty vibrator with something better?"
"The suit is purely for show now," Tali nodded, "Wearing it allows me to keep the vibrator in without being detected. I can just say I'm having a cold, or if it's detected by a metal seeker, I pose as another part of my suit."
"You kinky bitch, getting off on the job," Jean laughed, bending Tali forward so she could use both her hands to grab the hem of the lower part of her suit. A thought flashed to when EDI did something similar to her a minute ago, but it passed when she recalled it wouldn't matter for Tali in just a second. But still, she figured the best way to earn her trust was to ask, "Order me."
"What?" Tali asked in bewilderment.
"Order me to fuck you," Jean said.
"But, I. I shouldn't," She proclaimed.
"Okay then," Jean nodded, standing back up and moving her hand.
The moment she did, Tali shot her arm out and caught Jean's, "No you don't soldier," Immediately, her commanding voice was release, and the private was surprised the girl had it in her, "I order you to tear my clothes off and put your fucking cock into my fucking pussy! Now!"
"Yes ma'am," Jean grinned, satisfied with the quarian's authority. She didn't waste any time in breaking the lining of her prey's suit, sending her pants down to the lady's ankles. Her purple skin was pristine and unwrinkled, so safe from the environment, she couldn't believe it. The culprit of all her twitch was also on full display. It was a gray bud plugged nicely into her cunt.
Jean of course pulled it out, only to notice the way it was themed. Tali really went out of her way to buy a geth theme vibrator. She chuckled a bit before stashing the bead in her pocket. Tali waited patiently for Jean to pull out her throbbing member, inserting it into the quarian without a second thought, "Oh!" she gasped, "You're very tight."
"Of course," Tali laughed as she moved her hips up and down the length, "One con about staying in the suit. No one wants to make a move if they could risk killing me."
"Wait, so does that mean-?"
"Yes, you're my first-Fuck!" Tali cried as Jean thrusted forward, busting through her hymen like it was air. Tali bucked forward and howled like a dog as her virginity was taken. Her breathing was heavy when the realization sunk in. Jean grinned when she felt the barrier collapse, proud of her accomplishment to at least not kill Tali as a virgin. And while she settled, Tali then had a thought come to mind, "Wait, what about EDI? Are you two?"
At the name, Jean grabbed her by the neck, "Don't worry about EDI, she won't mind," she whispers to the quarian. She squeezed the girl's neck with a teasing nature, her cunt throbbing with excitement from the grip. Jean then lifted Tali and carried her away from the console and by the railing, "After all, she is dead. And you are about to be."
Tali struggled to collect the words, but when it connected, it was too late. Jean pulled out, using her victim's stunned form to her advantage and pushing her forward. She tosses the quarian over the railing, the last thing she heard being a scream from Tali before the electric currents zapped the Admiral with intense heat. The core melted her skin and suit, disintegrating her body and leaving just the charred suit to fall to the core's floor. The glass visor was shattered, and Jean smiled when she saw the quarian's skull popping out the visor.
Jean took in the sight a little while longer, taking the time to sheath her cock into her pants. The bones remained sprawled inside the suit as the fabric slowly burned away, leaving the metal and marrow as the only pieces of Tali left besides the ash. With her next target gone, she turned and headed out the door, her blood fueled rampage not over yet.
Target 6 - Kasumi Goto
After a quick trip to the hangar to get herself prepared, Jean moves out of the elevator with a slew of weapons. All of an assassin's favorite things. Rope, a pistol, a taser, garrot wires and more. All of it lethal and ready for use. She entered the crew deck for a second time today, this time in search of her next target. She thought for a moment about everyone on this floor, each one a target she needed to eliminate.
Then she felt a taste for some asian blood. Curling her lips, she turned to the port side observation, marching over to meet with the master thief inside. When she opened the door, to her shock, Kasumi was at the bar, without any clothes on. Her dark hair covered her face as she turned her head to see Jean. She smiled when she spotted the brunette with all her armaments.
Jean moved forward and approached the thief, overlooking what she was doing at the bar. There, aligned in an orderly fashion, was an assemblage of panties. They were neatly folded on the table, and Jean could actually guess who a few of them belonged to. The white hexagonal pattern was unmistakably Miranda's. Some navy blues for Ashley, even a pair with an N7 tag on them, the Commander's. She also noticed one set in particular. It was a pair of boxers, pink with lavender flowers sprinkled in the design.
She recognized them because they were hers. She remembered purchasing those right before she was sent to the Normandy to begin her mission. She had wondered where she placed them. Turns out Kasumi is indiscriminate in her underwear snatching. Senior officer of a fresh recruit, be prepared to bring a spare set.
Kasumi saw her looking at the undershorts, and gave a teasingly laugh, "Like what you see?"
Jean looked at Kasumi and eyed her frame. Her breasts outside the suit were just as magnificent as they were concealed. Surprisingly large, and her nipples were stiff. She acted like it was normal, and that made Jean curious, "Why are you naked?"
"I wear the skin tight because it's the most practical for my job, not because I want to," She explained, twisting on the bar stool to rest her back on the table. She presented herself with pride, showing off her neatly trimmed pubic hair above her thin slit, "Whenever I'm exploring the ship and off mission, I love the freedom of my body, feeling the air around it. You should try!"
Jean hesitantly shuffled backwards, even though she could absolutely agree with the thief on the grounds of loving nudity. It's just the fact that she had just put all her weapons on, and she needed to take out Kasumi fast. She was making good progress, but she wouldn't have long before they would arrive at the Citadel, and she needed to kill them all before then. She would always have time to play with their bodies (minus Tali's) later, so she had that in store.
Not taking another moment, she took out her gun and aimed it right at Kasumi's breast. One shot through her nipple and out her back, and Kasumi was no more. Jean looked at her confused gaze that had imprisoned her final moment, then snatched her pair of shorts from the pile and walked out. There were more fascinating people to execute on this ship, and she wasn't done yet.
Target 7 - Samantha Traynor
As Jean roamed passed to get to the other observation deck, she stopped to hear some singing come from the showers. A voice she remembered competing with to gain EDI's favor, she took her chance to shove it to Sam one last time.
The door slid open to Traynor's young body dazzled in water, the faucet blasting her skin with steamy liquid. Her singing voice was rather elegant, though her regular one was annoying. When she heard the door open and see her rival enter, she shared her disdain with her glare, "What do you want, bitch?"
Jean grinned as she took out her taser, "Dance for me," she replies before tossing the activated shocker underneath Traynor. It hit the water and bolts of lightning soared around, latching onto the drenched comms officer's frame like it was a death hug. The sparks were endless, her body conducting the power that was surging through terribly.
She was frozen in place, but at the same time was spasming like crazy. Her arms and legs shook, wobbling to fall, but never getting there. Her screams were sweet, even sweeter than her songs. Jean kept the door shut and leaned back on it to watch the show. Sam's skin grew darker as the heat cooked her body alive. She was frantic in her gaze, but only for a moment when she locked her eyes onto Jean's. The very next second, they popped into a mushy squirt out their sockets, scrambled like eggs.
Eventually, the taser ran out of juice, and when the lightning ceased, Sam finally fell over and collapsed on the ground. She couldn't move, with how the lightning fried her muscles. They were just struggling to keep her vital organs intact. Jean walked over when she was panting with all her might.
The poor girl's eardrums didn't survive the incursion, so it was little use to give any final words. Realizing that, Jean lifted her heel and pressed it against Traynor's throat. Any effort to fight back was for nothing, as Jean slammed her foot down and crushed the woman's windpipe, blocking her ability to get air. She was dead no matter how she sliced it. Only a matter of time now.
Jean smiled at the thought, then removed her heel after crushing Sam's neck, leaving her just enough alive to suffer in the last moments of her defeat. She then hurled up a ball spit and threw it onto Sam's face, disgracing the officer before finally heading out, resuming her original path to the most dangerous person on the ship now.
Target 8 - Samara
When she made it through the door, Samara was sitting in the middle of the room, like she always did. Upon hearing the door close, Samara turned her head, eyes shut, "What do you require, Miss Stewart?" She asked.
No matter what she did from here, Jean knew she would be in a fight. She could handle conventional melee and even ranged attackers, but when it came to biotics, especially with one as strong as Samara, she had cause to be nervous. But at the same time, Jean knew she had to kill the Asari aboard this ship in a specific way. Naked and strangled. Hence the rope so early into the game.
She got it out and tangled it around her fingers, "I'll be honest, name's not Jean. I'm an Assassin, and my orders are to exterminate this ship's crew."
Where she expected Samara to immediately break her meditation and send a blue fire ball her way, she was instead met with a exaggerated sigh, "Oh, fucking finally. Thank the Goddess."
Jean froze, obviously surprised by the reaction. Even more so when she watched Samara reach for the collar of her suit and slid it off her shoulders. When her dress slipped below her tits, they jumped out with enthusiasm, going fully erect in a second. She turns and presents herself to the assassin with excitement. Jean was still fairly concerned, "Wait, I don't understand."
"I knew you were a spy the moment you stepped on board," Samara explained as she pulled the red armor down her waist, "I was the one who checked your credentials, remember. You had errors that I let pass because I crave to be killed, since I broke my code keeping my daughter alive. But today's world was too safe, and Shepard's would be devastated if I were to drop. So I figured if you were here to kill us, it settles that, given the Commander would not have long to live after me."
"Heh," Jean laughed when she heard that. Recalling the past murders, she thinks it's hilarious, "You Normandy sluts. Saviors of the galaxy, and yet you all are just as pathetic as the others. Everyone before you besides a couple would rather fuck like rabbits than pick up a gun ever again."
"Yes, it's because we're bored," Samara confesses. Her suit was down to her shins now, every major aspect of her body now completely exposed for Jean to see. The wetest pussy she has yet encountered, beating even Tali out by a long shot. And of course the largest tits in the galaxy no doubt belonged to her. They were melons on her chest, ripe and full. Jean almost broke the cover she supposed she had on several occasions tempted to grab them. Now, there were no restrictions, and it was willing too. As much as she enjoyed killing the helpless worms of his frigate with surprise attack, she had to admit, consent to being killed and fucked was her ultimate turn on.
She reached forth and cupped both of the Justicar's tits, their excellent shapes molding with her grasp. They were vibrant and soft, and apparently incredibly sensitive. Samara's moan was more than just satisfaction, but rapid desperation in the form of her lustful noises. She repositioned herself to fully face Jean, her mouth hanging open and panting. She was out of her meditation criss cross, and instead on her knees spread out, her gushing wet pussy dripping onto the floor and pooling beneath her. It was a pathetic sight for a warrior, but the perfect pose for a needy whore.
Jean shrugged, knowing that while her time was limited, she could spare a few minutes with the asari. She snapped out of her tit groping and used the rope between her palms to wrap around Samara's neck. She then lowered her face down to meet the hungry Justicar, to share a brief kiss with. The kiss ended up sending both of them backwards to the floor, embracing each other with passion that Jean never could've conceived. It was breathtaking, almost too literally when Jean's grip accidentally tightened on the rope prematurely.
The eventually broke the kiss with a laugh, before Jean flipped Samara over and pulled out her cock. With the rope in both hands, she raised the asari slut up by it, catching her neck and cutting off oxygen. She then promptly pushed her rod inside the Asari's snatch. Unlike that virgin Tali, Samara was fairly wide, clear evidence of persistent use by the old woman. It made her shake her head. Just how many partners did this bitch take before this moment.
Without questioning the Asari about that, she instead raised her by the cord up to hear a challenge, "Bet you can't cum before you suffocate."
"Too late," Samara wheezed out as Jean felt her walls close around her thick member, "Already did!"
"Fuck!" Jean cried as the orgasm sprayed her rod with sweet juices. She lowered Samara back down to the point where she couldn't breathe again, and immediately started to ram her through. Even through the inhibition, Samara could elicit a moan like no other, easily being her new favorite noise since the mission began. It came up with her moan being the first, with Sam's screams as second, and maybe Tali's voice in general for third. She slammed her balls against Samara's ass like a drum, beating her senseless without mercy.
Samara's tongue was sticking out of her mouth as her ability to speak drowned out under the tight hold of the rope. Her body's survival instincts kicked in and she tried to reach for the cord, trying to pry it away. But Jean saw that, and acted quickly. She took the makeshift noose with one hand and caught the arm tugging at Samara's choker. She teasingly clicked her tongue, "Uh uh. None of that, you total slut," and then tightened her grasp on her wrist. It didn't take long with the futa's dire strength to crush Samara's bones and rendering her hand useless, letting go for it to fall limp as the Justicar bucked in pain from the blow.
"C'mon, not long now, give me all your energy," Jean demanded from the writhing blue whore. Samara's brain wasn't receiving the oxygen it needed, and the effects were showing as the pounding increased. The broken hand was less active in trying to stop the inevitable, her biotics started to go haywire and glow with a dark intensity. Her gasping was heavy, gulping for air that would never come. Her hue darkened as blood settled in her face. It wouldn't be long now, that was for sure.
But since she got Jean so whirled up, she might as well finish. Jean herself was getting close to her release, but it seems Samara wouldn't get to enjoy the sensation. Moments before the assassin howled and plug her dick all the way into the asari snatch, Samara's head fell, tongue sticking out as drool leaked from her mouth. Jean pumped her entire load in, causing her cream to fill the asari's womb up so much that it spilled out of the crevices, until she realized Samara was dead. And even then, she just pressed herself against the Justiwhore's back, grabbing at the bouncy boobs harshly as her orgasm wrapped up.
When the last few spurts left her drained cock, Jean left the woman's hole, her rod sinking down as her erection ceased. She made sure to tie the rope properly afterwards to make it look like a functional noose, then turned her over. But she didn't pay attention to the way her eyes were half closed, filled with lust and satisfaction, and instead she did that to lean herself down to suck on Samara's right tit. Her milk was sweet, like honey, and it was leaking slightly.
After she got enough of a taste - that is, sucking it like a straw- she picked herself up. When she was about to walk out, she sighed. Her targets were down to three, and only one has been studied to pose a significant threat. The others are either too old or sleep so much she can make a schedule for their nap time, which she is currently in. So with that being said, she looked down at the stuff she brought along. It was excessive, and she was reminded of how lovely Kasumi seemed to have felt when she was publicly showing herself off.
So with that in mind, she began to undress properly this time. She took off her belt and removed most of the stuff on it, minus the gun. Then tossed most of the equipment she was carrying out of her pockets and shit. Once it was safe to remove the main clothes, she started by pulling her shirt over her head, then detaching her bra. Her breasts were good, she guessed, but just didn't compete with most of the Normandy Crew. Larger than Sam's though, so that's all she cared about. She took off her boots and tossed them aside. She then only had Jack's pants to remove, giving her panties were as mentioned before, destroyed. She turned behind her and threw them onto Samara's face, smiling with pride as she felt the cool air of the ship embrace her body. She gave a quick twirl, snatched the belt, knives, and rope from the pile of discarded items, then headed out the door, with the only coverings she had left being her belt and her socks.
Target 9 - Karin Chakwas
Rounding the corner out to the cafeteria was exhilarating. She was so close to being done, all she had to do was kill the other three and she was done. Sure there were other crew aboard the vessel, but they were much too asleep to care. Mainly because prior to all of this, Jean dropped cyanide pills into the toothpaste they all used in the barracks. It had a delayed reaction, so when they went to bed, they ceased to wake up.
So the ship now harbored only four living souls, and there would soon only be one leaving this ship. So she took a confident stride as she neared the medbay, where she unhooked her pistol and charged it.
Taking a deep breath, she opened the door, only to find Chakwas directly behind it. The elderly woman was surprised to see her up, even more so naked. Not that seeing the crew beneath their underwear was anything new, but seeing her so confidently nude was odd. She was about to ask when she felt a cold tube in her side. She looked down to see a pistol in Jean's palm, jabbed into her waist and angled up, "Scream, and this will go right through your lung. I'll hit your heart with the second shot."
Gulping down, Karin curtly nodded, not wanting to be shot by the naked officer. Seeing that her prey was submitted rather quickly, Jean pointed towards the public space with the gun, "Move. I'll tell you to stop."
They walked into the center of the commons, right before the sleeper pods and gun batteries. Karin froze the moment the gun touched her back, "Face me and go to your knees," Jean ordered. Karin was smart, she'll give her that. Chakwas was on the ground in eye level with her cock before she even had to tell her twice, "Okay, here's the deal," Jean started, "You are one of the only crew members alive now. Tali, EDI, Kasumi, Samara, the pilot crew, all gone. Shepard is two floors above us with no surveillance and Liara, as you know, is a deep sleeper in a soundproof room, so any attempt to call for help is hopeless. No one will hear you. But," She stopped for a second, only to press the barrel of the gun to Karin's forehead, "I got a deal. We can both make it out of here alive. All you gotta do is suck me off. No biting, and you better do a good job. Your life is gone if you don't. Do we have a deal, Doctor?"
Karin thought to call Jean's bluff, thinking that there was no way, surely Liara would wake to aid her. Even if she died, at least then Liara could stop the threat. But then she remembered, and no. Liara was such a hibernator, she nearly costed a mission because she decided to take a nap during it. She did cost Shepard her chance at kids, though. Chakwas remembered having to drill out all of Allison's cunt and womb, replacing it with robotic parts to keep it steady and somewhat able to be used for pleasure after that mission, the Commander getting railed hard by a brute, nearly dying because of Liara's narcolepsy.
Liara would sleep through anything, including a muffled call for help and a gunshot. And just by telling that the night shift wasn't lurking about, Chakwas could sense that what she said about eliminating the rest was true. But still, would that really secure her safety, to suck Jean's cock? Why would she let her live even if she gave the most magnificent blowjob in the universe? But more importantly, if she would die no matter what, would she die like this, on her knees not willing to serve? No, she would die doing what she loves, serving her patients. Even if Jean was her executioner, Karin could say that with the Doctor calling that Jean did, addressing her by her title, that she would be considered someone to help.
Steering her thoughts in a manner of seconds, Chakwas concluded that yes, this would be serving a patient. So, she delicately grabbed the member, limp and needing to be hardened. She leaned forward to put the tip in her mouth, and was enraptured by the silky taste on it. There was Jean's cum, sure, but from the consistency of this flavor, she could only remember it being an asari. Samara, to be exact. By some, totally legitimate means, Karin has a mental database of the crew's orgasmic fluids. It was tasty though.
She gobbled the juices up on the cock with enthusiasm, satisfied with feeling it go down her gullet. At the same time, she prepped Jean's rod, licked along the shaft to the base and putting a hand onto her balls to fondle with. Her demise groaned at the touch, her rod stiffening pretty quickly from the procedure. It made the assassin wonder something, something that made her stop Karin once she got her cock fully hardened.
The woman obeyed and popped it out of her mouth, ready to answer anything, "You seem to know it is your end. Share with me your deepest secrets. They won't matter to you in a few minutes."
Karin thought for a moment, nervous about what might come out of her mouth. She should speak, and she knows exactly what she wants to say, but should she bring it up, even if she will die right after. Sheepishly, she shrugged and looked up to meet Jean's eyes. When she found the dominance in them, it was all she needed. Quickly, she gave herself away, "You know those weekly routine check ups I required every member of this crew to take part of where I gave you knock out gas. It was all a ploy to lick pussies, and in your case, suck cocks."
"Really now?" Jean grinned, hearing the confession line it was the key to the holy grail. She tapped her member on Karin's nose repeatedly while waited for the woman's reply. Once Karin opened her lips to confirm, however, Jean immediately put her cock right down Chakwas's throat. She laughed when Karin immediately choked on it, "Sorry Doctor, your secret is gonna have to be your last words. Hope they were enough."
Jean only did one thrust more into the Doctor's mouth before pulling back, just enough to fill the hole. She said that Karin had to work for it, and she would have to if she wanted a chance to live. Jean internally laughed. She just wanted to receive instead of give at the moment, and Karin's lips were so powerful at that. So when Chakwas connected her pause to her needing to act, she did so right away. Putting one hand up to the shaft, Jean moaned as she began to slide her tongue along her dick with precison, hitting all the right spots, "Fuu~ck Yeah~!" She moaned dutifully, enticing Karin to press further.
The cock was so large, anyone else would have been too inexperienced to take it all. But Karin, having sucked it every week now, along with the Commander's, the Doctor was well trained in giant dicks. She purposely relax her jaw so it would not be a hindrance, then slid her way down cock of her patient, the tip reaching into her throat. As Chakwas's head bobbed, she was constantly reminded of her fate when she hit her forehead onto the pistol keeping in line with her as she moved.
While her cock was receiving attention, Jean's pussy began to throb with need, swelling up from being unused for all the sexual acts she has partaken in the past few minutes. It was incredibly difficult to focus with the need it was having, and she moaned deeply upon it's hold, "Please fuck my cunt too. Fuck it," She ordered.
Karin didn't need any hesitation. She reached behind the woman's balls, taking care to feel up the back of her testicles to tease. She then did not opt for any delay, and immediately drove her whole fist up Jean's snatch, barreling up with all her might. Jean did not expect the thickness or the lack of preparation, but she was grateful. It filled her up in a way EDI's rod would have never dreamed of. The sound she elicited was more than whorish, and blatantly ragged with desperation for all the Doctor's hand up her cunt.
"Oh! YEA! Good girl doctor. Keep going. I'm close," Jean cried.
Upon hearing that, Karin changed her strategy. Lifting herself up a bit from her knees, she angled her throat. She then put her hand that was on Jean's dick around to grab her patient's ass, using it to slam herself forwad and take the entire length in her mouth, from tip to base. She went fast and hard, both with deep throating the young woman and punching her way up her pussy. It was making her wet herself, but she knew that her patient's need prioritized her own. Even if she wouldn't have a chance at herself.
She was quick, and Jean didn't last much longer on either front from the relentless assault. Karin's endurance sent her over, spilling her seed into the Doctor's gullet as she hit the base and held it. At the same time, her pussy spasmed hard, spraying Karin's fist in her juices. She tensed when she climaxed, accidentally pressing the trigger too soon and immediately sending a bullet through the older woman's skull, killing her instantly.
She slowly slid off the spasming cock, until she just completely popped off. Her body fell and she leaned back, the only thing keeping her up being the fist she pried up in Jean's cunt. With her off, Jean reached for her rod and stroked it the rest of her orgasm, splashing her cum all over the face of Karin. It drizzled over the her eyes and covered the center of her face. Cream pooled inside her open mouth, a brilliant sight for Jean to eventually see after she opened her eyes.
When she did, she admired the corpse for a second before dropping the gun and pulling out the hand inside her. She smiled. Two to go, and one would have to be the easiest yet. She took out her omni-tool, equipped with the cloaking device that she stole from Kasumi's body, and activated it. Her body became shrouded in a field as she made her way to the XO's door, opening it with the knowledge that the person behind it would not notice her walk in.
Target 10 - Liara T'Soni
When she opened the door, Glyph was quick to greet whatever was on the other side. And quick to receive a shock to be deactivated. After that, she looked over to the back of the room, and her next target was right where she thought she'd be. On the bed, she laid naked like she always did. Jean smirked in her camouflage form, knowing that she still had another couple minutes before Liara would wake up. Her routine was so predictable, it was funny.
Still, she didn't waste time getting to work. She got out the rope, then closed in on Liara. Once she got right next to the sleeping slut, she carefully tied one end of the length into a noose. Sliding it under Liara's chin was easy, and unsurprisingly, Liara didn't pay any mind to Jean lifting her head to put the rest of the rope around her neck. She snored as well, and Jean looked at her. Thinking some horny thoughts.
She had about another 4 minutes until the Asari woke up, and that first minute she used to set her trap, that way Liara would hang herself without her having to do a whole lot, just sit back and masturbate. When she finished tying her knots, having two minutes to wait before needing to get into position, she didn't waste time to close the gap between her lips and Laira's open mouth. She climbed onto the mattress and straddled the unconscious Shadow Broker, kissing her passionately for a good chunk of her time. Once she was done, she put a trail of kisses down her body, hearing the soft noises Liara made while she slept.
Jean then latched onto her blue snatch, getting a taste of her cunt that wasn't tainted by human seed, yet. Or at least right now, given how many times she goes up to Shepard and tease the poor Commander a day. As she licked, she realized what she had been missing out. Karin's mindset was the right idea. Asari cum was extraordinary. Why they haven't bothered selling it as a drink, she'll never know. It was exquisite, and a clear indicator that Liara fucks herself before bed.
Just as she was getting ahead of herself, Jean checked the time. Only a couple seconds and the woman beneath her would be awake. So, she rolled away and went into the corner, perfect view for what was about to happen. She grabbed her cock in anticipation and waited for the snoring to stop.
"Ugh," Liara groaned as she rose from her sleep. She put her arms in the air to stretch, Jean able to hear a few popping sounds and suddenly making the assassin worried that she might spot the rope. But no, she wasn't aware, as she just gave a big yawn and lowered her hands to her breasts, feeling them. After a second of touching herself, she stood up and went right into a quick walk. Her garments were on the table in the main area, so she walked on her bare feet over. However, as she crossed the threshold, her foot caught on something.
She didn't even see it before she ended up falling for a brief second, only to be lifted up by the rope around her neck. She was in a second suspended in her bedroom, the noose closing off her throat and sealing her fate. She tried to grab it, but it was no use. Jean, able to drop her guard now, uncloaked to reveal her nearing orgasm, fastly jerking herself off to the panicking body. Liara caught glimpses of her as she spun around the rope, confused by her sudden presence and what was happening.
She tried to reach for air, but nothing was going into her lungs. They burned in desperate need for oxygen, and her drowsiness was not helping her case. She heard a feminine exclaim, then felt something strike at her feet. It was sticky, and a consistency like warm water. It took her only a second to realize it was cum.
Jean sat on her ass as she hurtled sperm onto Liara's shins. Her orgasm went by with a flash, and she closed her eyes to feel the sensation ripple through her body. And Liara's endurance surprised her. Even when she finished cumming, and opened her eyes, Liara was still holding on, albeit barely. Her arms were done flailing, but she herself was still very much alive. Satisfied with her work here, she knows that she wouldn't last longer than it would take her to kill Shepard. With that certainty in mind, she picked herself up and walked past the twitching scientist, hearing her gasps for air get lighter before she walked out the door.
Target 11 - Allison Shepard
Jean walked out into the Commons again, then immediately heard the sound of the elevator door open. She froze as none other than the Commander herself, Allison Shepard, marched her way down the hallway to come face to face with the naked Jean.
Allison was in her N7 Jacket and Breathable Sweatpants, the jacket open enough to show that she did not have anything underneath it, not even a bra. She was taken aback when she saw the woman before her, her cock covered in a sheen of juices, some hers, others the people she had killed. Tali's arousal, Samara's orgasm, Chakwas's slobber, it was all in a mix. It was then that Jean just now noticed that she had been leaving a trail of the synthetic cum from EDI, able to see in on the floor to her left.
Shepard was in shock at what she saw before her, then took a glimpse to the right for understanding. There, she saw the Doctor's corpse, on her knees and back on the floor with a hole in her head, still bleeding and a pool of blood and cum under her head. Allison turned back to Jean, and immediately went into a fighting stance, "What the hell did you do?"
Jean almost quaked in fear until she saw a peculiar sight down in the sweatpants of her target. A nice bulge was present, and Jean smiled, knowing she caught the Commander on one of her infamous "Edging Walks" where she would have auto jackers and buttplugs under her pants with no underwear to always have the largest loads. Realizing the state that her opponent was in, she relaxed and was a lot more confident, "Your a captain without a crew, it seems that's what I did."
"You what?" Allison glowered, "Why? Who are you with?"
"Hmm, fitting questions," Jean laughed as she put a hand to her chin, contemplating how to kill the dear old Commander. She glanced down at the daggers she got from Jack. They could be good in the coming fight. She knew, even being self fucked during it, Shepard was no joke in hand to hand. She would have to think smarter to beat her. So, for now, she stalled for time, "Alright, I'll answer them. Last one first, I am a member of the Special Tactics and Reconnaissance Branch of the Citadel. I have been dispatched by Tevos herself to infiltrate and eliminate the entire crew of the SR2. Why, because she finds it fun to do so. Because she was to have a picture of all of your naked bodies together so she can fuck herself to the image."
"You're a spectre?"
"Wow, you can put an abbreviation together. Impressive," It was then Jean knew her plan. Bait her in, have Shepard fuck her, then put the knives into her brain, "Now, she did offer amnesty to you, however," she lied so convincingly, that Shepard's form completely changed. She grinned at how much of a coward the famous Shepard had become, "Got your attention, I see? All you have to do is do a sex tape with me, then I will sneak you out of here and make them think you were ejected into space. Do that, and you will have your physical life all to yourself."
"You're serious?" She asked in disbelief. She was falling for it so much, it was sad, "You'll let me live if I fuck you on camera?"
"Of course. Besides, she also gave me an explicit assignment to extract a sample of your cum to make another one of you, so this would be a much better deal for both of us," She lied again. She just wanted to be fucked in her cunt like crazy and stuffed to the brim. She had been around the block with every form across the crew, but she had yet to fill her pussy.
Shepard seemed to debate the idea in her mind, and only after a few moments, did she look back up and say, "Okay, I'll do it."
"Excellent, just let me," Jean started as she flipped through her omni-tool, summoning a surveillance drone to her right, "Now, go ahead and undress. Keep the jacket, but I know you have those self fuckers on you, take them off."
Receiving orders is something Shepard didn't expect from a subordinate, unless it was Liara of course. So she hesitated slightly when the order was given. But then Jean gave a disapproving frown, and the Commander didn't need another word to be said. She slid her pants off and threw her boots in the corner, leaving the auto jacker on her cock and plug in her ass. They came out promptly after, Shepard moaning as the plug stretched her rectum open when she pried it out.
"Good, now, follow me," Jean said, walking over to the cafeteria table. There was still a tray left behind by one of the staff, though it was quickly cast aside as Jean set herself on it. The cool surfaces have gotten very manageable with her choice of nudity. She stroked her cock as the similarly nude Commander stepped forward with her already hardened member. She was clearly flustered, and for good reason. Despite being a seasoned veteran, she had been outclassed and is outmatched, even if she is too dumb to realize the bitch in front of her would be no match for her strength. With her ultimately at her aid, Jean then shook her ass and spread her legs on the metal table, "Well, what are you waiting for? Breed me you fucking slut."
Her demand was followed almost instantly, with Allison scooting close and grabbing her cock, brushing it against the Assassin's folds. With her tip rubbing against the entrance, she almost wished she still had hers to gain pleasure from. But under her balls, the hole that was once her pussy has been just a hollowed out space, fit for stashing some items when she needed, but nothing much else, especially to fuck. She didn't let herself linger on that depressing reality, and instead sunk into her position.
Jean had taken a lot of dicks in her time with the Spectres, her induction kept secret as to be Tevos's sword when she desired to manipulate people to her side. But when she felt Shepard's prick enter her wet snatch, it was an indescribable feeling. Her body accepted it like a perfect fit, filling her insides completely as it slid inside. She gave a approving moan as the Commander bottomed out, feeling the woman's rod hit against her womb and daring to go deeper. After taking a second to adjust, she hastily breathed out her order to Shepard, "Fuck me. Do it."
Allison nodded, then began to do her usually thrust cycle. She pulled back and forth in a steady motion, not slow, but just moderate enough for Jean to still be able to register thoughts. To make sure the Commander wouldn't try anything though, she took the precaution to unhook the blades from their leather pouches on her belt, holding one in each hand. It would also make executing the Commander much easier.
When Shepard saw the action, she feared she was doing something wrong. Maybe going too slow? To correct the assumed mistake, she began to hurry herself up, quickening her already brisk pace to the equivalent of a medium setting for a sex machine. Going at a quicker speed, with such a good cock inside her, though, started to wane on Jean's mind. She was a sucker for good dick, and Shepard was proving to be great with hers.
She had to keep herself from ending it too early, her instinct telling her to sink these blades somewhere to complete her mission, but for some reason, she couldn't find the will to do so. Her body was giving in to Allison's thrusts, and with her hands on the knives, she couldn't risk stroking herself off, fearing to lose a bit of her member in the process.
When she looked at her painfully pulsing rod, Shepard noticed. Thinking it would improve her chances, Allison helped Jean on her way by wrapping one hand around the flailing dick of her subordinate, bringing her hand up and down at the same speed as her thrusts. Shepard managed to outdo herself once the pace started to become too much to bear, Jean struggling to keep up as the pressure became too real, too extreme. She cried out in the empty space, only the ruined body of Chakwas around to hear her slutty screams, and Allision, "Fuck yeah! Give it to me!"
"Fuck. Fuck! Fu-uuck! FUCK YES!" Her echoes of delight filled the space and they only increased in tempo as Allison drew them both near climax. Jean could feel the rod pulsing inside her, as well as her own throbbing and getting more and more tense, each seconds away from bursting.
Jean went nearly cross eyed when Allison presented one more trick up her sleeve. That being a simple, plain reach forward to grab one of Jean's breasts. The second she pressed against the nipple, a train wreck was summoned, Jean roaring out as her cock lashed out in release, spewing it's potent white fluid over the two girls and plastering them in her cum. At the same time, her walls clamped down, squeezing Shepard for all she had.
With all of her pent up and stored seed from her mutli day challenges, she was more than violent when she began to cum. Her warm sperm was boiling as it escaped her body, driving into Jean's womb and bloating it to the absolute brim.
Jean could feel her stomach getting bigger from the climax, but was not to worry about it when all it did was just make her core more sensitive, draining Shepard's balls into her like she was the one being manipulated here.
Oh yeah, that reminded her. While she was distracted with her simultaneous orgasm, she still gripped on tight to Jack's knives, and now was the perfect time. Allison was just finishing her load when she heard Jean's panting alter, "You know, what I said just now, about you getting to live," Jean started, making Allison stop. This was her judgment. Did she please the woman enough, did the camera get the right angles? It was all answered with a simple grin, "I lied."
In the flash of a second, Jean rose up and brought the knives to slam towards each other like teeth. Except, when they bit, they jabbed right into the Commander's ears, piercing through her skull and cutting into the woman's brain. Her speech was replaced with rabid cries that were untranslatable with her speech being totally demolished. Allison's mind couldn't send commands to her body to keep her upright anymore, and so she collapsed on top of Jean, who relished in her victory over the magnificent Savior of the Galaxy, who had just impregnated her with a child before having her brain torn apart by two blades.
Jean watched as the eyes that were close to hers dimmed, losing the energy and hope that was stored inside. Right as the last flicker of light left Shepard's gaze, she surged forward and pressed a long, rough kiss onto the dying Commander's lips. She could even feel Shepard's last breath being exchanged in the connection, her body going still soon after that. She laid there for a bit, resting underneath the dead body of her final target to feel the overwhelming pride flow through her veins. She had just eliminated the greatest crew in the galaxy, and only fire one bullet to do it.
Armies couldn't face them, but she did. That feeling stuck with her for the rest of the time she was on the Normandy, spending her next few hours gathering the corpses and rope needed to do as she was told to by Tevos. Presentable.
As she put the Normandy into port, using a voice changer from Kasumi's stash to mimic the Commander's speech, she hurried to the maintenance tunnel below the CIC, rushing through it to not be detected. When the staff at the dock were confused as to why the crew hadn't stepped out for a few hours, they decided it was best to go in themselves. After all, the door was open and unlocked for them, so they indulged in the implied invitation.
They made their way inside, but as they turned the corner to the CIC, they were greeted with a horrific sight. In the ring where the Galaxy map would usually resonate to life, the main officers of the crew were all suspended by rope, cables, and other forms of wire. They were stripped down to their socks, if they even had any. Only one missing was Tali, though her absence was explained later during their investigation of the engine core, finding her browning bones at the bottom.
Shepard was front and center of the corpses, her face glazed over in death, knives sticking out her ears. What was seen when they walked in though, and what they managed to take a photo of when they displayed them all, was the fact that they all had letters on their chests, painted in what could only be described as their cum. Though Shepard had a heart on her body, the rest spelled out the ship's name: NORMANDY.
That initial photo was taken by C-Sec and censored heavily to be viewed in the paper. However, just a few days after the tragedy, Councilor Tevos issued an order to release the image for her private viewing. She had Jean, who went by her true name of Sarah Keller now, to grab the document. Sarah spent quite the time keeping people out of the Asari councilor's office while she, 'further investigated' the photo. She also managed to coin exclusive access to the morgue where all of the bodies were being kept so she could continue examining the corpses indepth, one-by-one. She spent extra for Shepard's body to be replaced with a decoy (Author's Note: About as real of a decoy as Ra's al Ghul's Jason Todd dummy in Under the Red Hood), and Sarah aided bringing it to her private quarters, while Tevos hanged back to spend some more time on the dead Asari.
As for Sarah, there was no official record ever found of her in the Alliance Military, nor any reference to her in the ship's logs by the AI or by the Crew. Any trace of her existence was so far left up to scrutiny. Even though they had plenty of her vaginal fluids and semen to do DNA tests, they would not be able to touch her. As far as they would be concerned, they would be testing it on someone who had no involvement other than securing the site after its discovery, and doing it on the personal spectre to the High Councilor. So the killer was never found, and the Normandy crew was labeled a mass suicide incident organized by the Commander herself.
Her reputation was tarnished so much, that by the time the next year came around, and the Normandy was mysteriously missing from its port the same time Tevos received an advanced ship as a gift from a agent in the Terminus Systems, Allison and her team were largely forgotten by the people of the Milky Way. Their memorial that was in the presidium was never cleaned, and eventually the only statue to ever be demolished for the constant damage caused to it. In fact, the only memory of Shepard's life now was in her own old closet aboard her old ship, her preserved corpse inside the now Asari painted locker, where High Councilor Tevos patrolled the Galaxy in, with Sarah Keller at the helm with a kid, Tevos's mighty sword she sunk into wherever she pleased.