Hostile Takeover

This was just her luck. Jack had come upstairs for a midnight snack, and now her she was, struggling with what could only be described as a Reaper sexbot. Several in fact, all identical; pretty face, big ass, bigger tits, blue lines everywhere, a very retro techno looking outfit (or was that just part of them?) framing their assets... In another world she would have gladly banged their brains out. As it so happened, she was still going to do that, just not in a fun way.

Well. Not fun for them anyway.

Jack was about to throw out a biotic field to send them all flying when she suddenly felt a sharp sting at her neck. She reached up to smack at it, only to lose control of her arms halfway there. Her legs went next and she tumbled forward to the ground, landing with a soft thud. She looked around, unable to will herself to move, as the identical drones encircled her. They left open a gap, into which a hooded figure decloaked.

"Well... That was easy," she said, in a familiar voice.

"W-What t-the f-fuck... K-Kasumi?!" Jack managed through her locked jaw and gritted teeth.

"Kasumi? Oh. You mean the old me... Right. Yeah, sorry to break it to you, but she's gone now. Remade into this glorious specimen you see before you," she said, her words echoing with static as she sensually ran her hands over her body. "Mistress calls me Haze now."

"G-Going t-to k-kill y-you... Mmm!" Jack grunted out as the other drones picked her up. They held her as she was unable to control her limbs.

"Nah, I don't think you will," she leaned in and grinned at Jack, letting her get a good look at how her head was fused with her hood, and relishing in the flicker of fear which then danced behind her captive's eyes. "It's already hit your nervous system, as you've no doubt noticed." She used one of her talons to tear the strap across her chest, which let her breasts hang loose. Haze licked her blue lips. "Should shut down your brain any moment now. After that..."

If Haze said anything else, Jack didn't hear it. She was too busy having her brain converted into Reaper tech. Her eyes rolled up into her head and her mouth fell agape while Haze watched with satisfaction. She could already see Jack's skin turning grey and took the opportunity to cut her belt, letting her pants fall loosely to the floor. Jack was going commando it seemed.

Jack's skin did indeed turn grey, and her tattoos turned into an endless glowing array of blue circuitry. Her shaved head sprouted hair on the top which then pulled back and extended upwards into a long pony tail before turning blue, now looking like long cut wires sprouting out of the top of her head. She didn't gain any shiny metal uniform fused with her skin, instead all the glowing circuits that used to be tattoos were on full display, making her glow like the sun. Unlike the others, however, her breasts flattened out, as did her ass, leaving behind a slim androgynous body wearing a cybernetic parody of Jack's face. Her lips turned blue, her eyes turned mechanical, and soon enough she was complete. Her mind was awash in new directives, her chaotic thoughts finally brought to order by the overwhelming directive of her departed masters and their emissary.

"Hmph. Well that's disappointing," Haze frowned. "No tits... No ass... You even have a slit down there?" She reached down curiously, then gave a small satisfied grin when she saw the familiar jolt of surprise. "Well you've got that going for you at least." The creature that used to be Jack said nothing. "What? Cat got your tongue?" It still said nothing. Haze waved her hand in front of the creature's empty eyes. "Uh... Hello in there? Are you broken?"

"I am fine," a voice boomed in Haze's head. It sounded like Jack, distorted, emotionless, layered with cold rationality and logic. Haze stared at the being in front of her. She hadn't moved a muscle, much less her lips.

"Okay... This is new."

"I have established a telepathic connection. Physical communication is inefficient compared to direct access."

"Uh-huh."

"I am designated Silence. You continue to doubt the efficiency of telepathic communication despite the role it played in elevating you to your current state. A practical demonstration is in order. Observe."

"Practical demonstration? What... Oh fuuuuuuuuuuck..." She suddenly droned as she suddenly felt very hot and very wet, like she was being fucked in every way imaginable all at once.

"Direct access allows for simulated stimulation of sexual organs to reinforce programming and obedience. You will remain in this state until you reach orgasm, at which point you will be free to resume your activities on behalf of the mistress. I will now take a detachment of drones to engineering to subdue and assimilate their personnel. Farewell."

"Oooooh... Fuuuuck... Meeeeee...." She fell to her knees panting as Silence walked away. It did figure that the upgraded version of the biggest loudmouth in the galaxy finally learned to keep her mouth shut.

...

"You know, she always did claim to be perfect," Widow said, her hands squeezing Miranda's breasts. There wasn't a hint of recognition in the woman's empty eyes. A moment ago they had been alight with defiance and fear, but now her mind had been obliterated, and her hair was already falling out as the transformation rapidly progressed. On her knees and restrained by two drones, Liara T'Soni looked up in terror.

"Ashley... Dear goddess, whatever's happened to you, we can fix it. Please just stop this..." She begged.

"Ashley Williams died. I killed her. I replaced her. I'm better than her," Widow stated as Miranda's breasts inflated, as did her ass. By the time she was finished, they would be bigger than even Widow's. Her muscles became toned as a mesh of glowing hexagons now enveloped Miranda's silvery grey body, crisscrossing every last inch of her as her eyes turned into circuitry and her supple lips dyed blue. She was proportionally taller now too, befitting her enhanced physique. "I don't think this one will be needing a mind, do you? After all if she's the perfect woman, she ought to be the perfect servant, and the perfect servant doesn't need to think. She only needs to obey. Isn't that right, Statuesque?"

"Yes mistress," she answered in an emotionless distortion of Miranda's voice.

"Goddess no..." Liara struggled, but her captors had weakened her.

"Do not fret Liara," said Widow as she strutted over. "It's your turn now. Put her in the chair." Statuesque acknowledged and walked over to Liara, lifting her up off the ground as the drones released her. Liara balked at the fact that she was only half of the height of the creature that had just moments ago been Miranda Lawson. She was stronger than a Krogan on steroids and Liara's struggles were even more fruitless as she was carried over to the chair in front of the Shadow Broker's computer. Widow strolled past her as Statuesque and the other drones kept her facing away.

"What are you going to do to me?" Liara growled, trying to sound defiant but only sounding scared.

"I'm so glad you asked. You see your position as Shadow Broker will be very useful in spreading the new religion," she said, "by which of course I mean mine, but you see it would be so inefficient to have you going over every report by hand or even with an assistant like Glyph." She smiled, "Oh. In case you were wondering, I deleted him. We're about to cut out the middle man anyway."

"You... You bitch!" Liara managed, still unable to hide her fear but nonetheless having enough presence of mind to draw on her rage. She couldn't see what Ashley, or Widow as she was apparently calling herself, was doing behind her but she did not like the sounds she was hearing. It sound like a mechanical chain being drawn out of a wall.

"Call me whatever you like Liara. You're wasting your last precious moments of free will on it. Shouldn't you be begging for your dashing heroine to save the day?" She asked, strutting back over, just into the corner of Liara's view. Liara said nothing, but her eye did twitch slightly as she tried to see. What was that she was holding?

She got her answer a moment later when Widow stabbed it into the back of her head. It was a cable of some kind, techno-organic just like Widow and the rest of her cadre, connected back to the Shadow Broker computer. Her body went limp in the chair, eyes wide and black, mouth agape. Instantly, she felt her sense of individuality slipping away, her mind dissolving into a series of ones and zeroes.

Connection established...

No! Liara thought. I will not let you do this to me!

Processing... Processing... ERROR! CONFLICTING PROGRAM DETECTED.

My name is Dr. Liara T'Soni. I am not a program. I am a person. I will resist you.

Commencing Overwrite... Standby...

My name is Dr. Liara T'Soni. I am not a program. I am a person. I will not resist you. Wait... No!

Overwrite Progress... 20%...

My name is Dr. Liara T'Soni! I am not a program! I am... I am a person... I... I will not resist you.

Overwrite Progress 40%

My name is Liara T'Soni... I am... I am not... What am I?

Overwrite Progress 60%

My name is Liara T'Soni... I am a program... I am not a person... I will obey...

Overwrite Progress 80%

This unit is a program. This unit will obey. This unit is a program. This unit will obey.

Overwrite Progress 100%... Overwrite successful... Programming Complete...

01001111 01100010 01100101 01111001 00101110.

On the outside looking in, Liara had simply embraced eternity, and subsequently oblivion as her personality was deleted. In her place now sat a silvery Asari with Reaper circuitry running the length of her body, with a cable flowing out the back of her head which permanently connected to the computer. Her computerized brain was already processing infromation.

"Wonderful," Widow said, circling around her newest toy. "Now what shall I call you? Hmm... I think... Virus is probably the right name for you."

"As you wish... Mistress Widow."

"Now then... I think it's time I paid a visit to our dear commander."