Samara misses her master

Samara meditated on a hard metallic floor. The various furnishings of the office the Illium police had left her in sat ignored.

Her back was upright and her legs were crossed beneath her in the way the ancient Thessian monks had when they prayed to the goddess Athame. Samara could only imagine the words they had chanted to express their devotion to their goddess. She felt much the same as they probably had, but she doubted they would have approved of her choice of deity.

John Shepard. A human. My master.

Just thinking of his name was enough to make her heart race and her azure pulse and clench. Her asshole winked, and for a moment she wondered what it might like for John to take her back there.

Oh Master, I really wish you were here.

She sent her prayer into the void.

The thought seemed selfish to her. She was supposed to serve her master, not lean on him for company and comfort. Yet whenever her master was involved, it was as if all the strength and discipline she'd mustered no longer mattered. She supposed she shouldn't be surprised that she'd feel so weak when it came to him. After all, she had pledged to him the Third Oath of Subsumation. His moral were her morals. His wishes were her Code. The Oath was permanent, so her very soul would be bound in service to him for as long as he drew breath. And after, as well, though she could scarcely imagine a universe where he did not exist. It was as if her very existence were bound up in the idea of him. Any word he uttered, any expression showed, was enough to send reverberations throughout her very spirit.

I may not officially belong fully to my master like Liara does, but I am very close. I am his Justicar. His loyal and devoted protector and ****. There are few things he could order that I would not do happily, but I fail to see how heeding the orders of the police officers here is in my master’s best interest.

The room took on a dark blue hue as she flexed her biotics. Dark energy rolled up and down her skin like water, flexing and shifting to match the cadence of her inner thoughts.

My master ordered me to cooperate with these law enforcement officers who have imprisoned us. I understand his reasoning and commend him for his honor. He does not wish to see these innocent women harmed, but compared to him, their lives are hollow and entirely meaningless. If something happens to him, locked away far from me, and I am not there to stop it…

The room shuddered slightly as her biotics grew turbulent.

Her deep silver-blue eyes widened, anguish glowing within them like miniature blue suns. She took a calming breath.

I cannot lose my composure, even in private. I have to be stronger than that. My actions must serve John, not myself or my emotions.

She’d been a Justicar for over four centuries, and she had never felt once felt fear or regret since she’d joined the order until now. She thought the emotions had been purged from her soul when she passed the trials and was inducted into the order. Yet, when her thoughts inevitably turned to her master, she couldn’t help the way her heart quickened anxiously. The way her fists clenched and her nails dug into her palms. Her pussy grew wet and began clenching tightly, as if around an unseen invader. She bit her lip, remembering the smell and taste of his skin, the feeling of his soft lips on hers like kissing a god, the utterly divine feeling of his hard penis stretching her azure. He was so perfect and powerful. She had never felt so completely below someone in her entire life. But her master was still human. He was young and inexperienced. He wasn’t trained to defend himself, though he had acquitted himself well when he killed the agent who had orchestrated the attack.

I shall have to rectify that soon. He may not be a biotic, but there are many disciplines from my order that would have allowed him to dominate that fight from the very start. I will convince him to allow me to train him to the best of my ability, so that I will not have to worry about him in times like these when we are separated.

Her master was within the same building as her, but the officers of the Nos Astra police precinct had put him in a cell. The fact that they’d chosen Liara T’Soni to be his cellmate was a comfort. The girl had proven herself capable and unfailingly loyal to John. The biotics Liara had inherited from Benezia had made short work of the mercenaries who tried to kill Admiral Shepard, but Samara couldn’t shake the notion that John would be much safer had Samara been chosen as his cellmate.

She would have been the logical choice as his protector. She was more powerful and more experienced than anyone else in John’s service by many orders of magnitude. Even alone, she was confident that she could kill every police officer in the precinct and keep her master safe. If not for her master ordering her to cooperate with the law enforcement officers, she would already have done so, reduced the officers to nothing but blue stains on the walls of the building they worked in.

But her master’s word was law. Beyond law. His words were her Code, restricting and shaping her behaviors and thoughts like unseen shackles. She would never even think of testing those restraints, for they were as integral a part of her as her own soul. Indeed, the very notion of disobeying her master was so repulsive she would be **** to end her own life out of shame and self-hatred if she ever managed to do the unthinkable.

A faint set of footsteps resounded in the hallway. She tilted her head ever so slightly.

A changing of the guard. I can hear another officer on her way now. Seven meters down the corridor to the right. Lightly armored. I wonder if this one will be more open to speaking with me.

The police officers had been afraid to disarm her. Only the insistence of their commanding officer, Detective Lieutenant Anaya, had managed to get them to deprive her of her master’s **** rifle. They hadn’t taken away her armor, omni-tool, or biotic amp. Neither had they stuck her in a cell like everyone else they’d arrested that night. Instead, they’d led her to a rather barren, cold office that didn’t seem like it had seen use for a matter of months. The place was still furnished, and even had a comfortable-looking black leather couch as well as an alluring view of the Nos Astra cityscape. Such comforts did not interest her, however, and to her surprise, neither did the solitude.

She’d been alone for a very long time, and though she had been lonely for just as long, she had grown used to it. The memories of the family she’d once had faded as the centuries marched on, buried under years of travel and duty and killing. After a while, she forgot what it was like to have friends or acquaintances. Only the persistent ghost of her greatest failure kept her company. She would often go entire months without speaking to a single person. It wasn’t until she’d met her master that she realized that she no longer valued the time she spent alone with her thoughts. Instead, she wished she were with John, her master in all things. He made her existence more than bearable; something other than a routine haunted by the specter of Morinth. In her private moments, she wanted hear the beautiful sound of his breathing, smell his masculine human scent, and bask in his attention as his eyes roved up and down her voluptuous body. She wished he were here, telling her what to do and what to think. She felt directionless without his input, like a ship without maneuvering thrusters, drifting endlessly in the void of space and not being able to course correct.

Samara licked her lips and stood. A blue hand reached down her cleavage to cup a large breast and squeeze. She moved her fingers to her nipple, already hardened with arousal and pinched as hard as she could. The pain caused her pussy to tremble and gush, and for a brief moment she allowed herself to imagine that the hand was her master’s.

Oh… I really must speak with him again.

She rubbed her thick thighs together and sighed. She removed her hand from her breast and turned to face the door.

Master ordered me to cooperate with the police officers, but they do not know I swore an oath to him. They would not believe that a Justicar would so readily obey the orders of a human or try to help him escape. As far as they know, I was present at the market shootout on mere happenstance. They are afraid of me. I can use that to my advantage. And as long as I do not try to break free, I will be true to my master’s word.

She walked purposefully to the door gray-blue office door and pressed the intercom button.

“…Yes? Was there something you needed, Justicar Samara?” a feminine voice answered hesitantly. She could hear the voice through the wall and door as well, muffled as it was.

My guard. I wonder how easy you will be to convince…

“I wish to speak to your commanding officer. Would you have her meet me here at her earliest convenience?”

There was a moment of silence before the intercom crackled again.

“Um, sure. I- uh, I can’t order her to come down here, obviously, but I can talk to her and see if she’ll honor your request?” her guard replied.

Samara smiled.

“Thank you. That is all I needed.”

“Y-you’re welcome,” the officer stuttered, her speech rushed and nervous. The intercom clicked off. Samara soon heard more muffled speech through the door.

Samara stood and waiting.

The intercom crackled again.

“So I just spoke to my Lieutenant,” the woman’s tone was higher, more eager than before. Promising. “She’s agreed to meet with you and should be here in a few minutes.”

“Excellent. May I ask your name?”

“Oh, I’m Larna. Larna Agria,” the officer said.

Samara crossed her arms beneath her breasts.

“You’ve done me a service my order won’t soon forget, Officer Agria.”

“I was only doing my job, ma’am,” Larna gushed, and Samara imagined that she was practically preening under her praise, and understandably so. Compliments from Justicars were among the rarer things in the galaxy.

“Still, you’re doing it well, and I think you may be able to help me with something else.”

“Sure. Whatever you need,” the officer’s response was immediate.

Samara shook her head.

So eager to please. You will do well in my master’s service if he sees fit to claim you as he did me.

“I was allowed to keep my omni-tool, but am unable to access the extranet. Could help me regain access? I need it to track certain unsavory elements that have made their way to this planet,” Samara lied. “If I am not allowed to monitor their movements I could lose them. The suffering they could inflict upon innocent people if they are allowed to wander unchecked is incalculable.”

There was a long pause on the other end of the intercom, and for a brief moment Samara wondered if she’d pushed the younger woman too far.

“I, um…” the officer started. Samara cut her off.

“I understand you must be worried about granting me access to your precinct’s extranet buffers. After all, I am currently under arrest. However, my imprisonment is a mere formality. That is why I am being held here in a comfortable office instead of a cell. Assist me with this and you will have perhaps helped me save countless innocent lives.”

“I see…” Larna mumbled. “Well, I’ve always wanted to meet a Justicar. I never thought I’d actually do it, much less end up helping one. I guess there’s not much for it. I’ve edited our buffer permissions to accept your omni-tool as a user. You should have full access to the extranet now.”

For the first time since her imprisonment, Samara didn’t feel adrift and directionless. Now, she had a plan, and a means by which she could get back in contact with John, ascertain his condition, and move on from there.

Samara’s omni-tool flickered orange. She held her arm up and felt a thrill trickle down her spine when she saw a notification confirming her access to the extranet. She navigated through her ‘tool’s menus until she found the buffer which carried her device’s signal to the wider extranet. She selected it and typed in a command which brought up a hacking program John had installed on her omni-tool. After he’d fucked her, John had asked her about her aptitudes and had been horrified to find out that Samara knew very little of computers, and that try as she might to learn more about how they worked, the concepts of higher programming and hacking eluded her.

So, he’d installed a few situational “hacks” that could be triggered with a single command in the ‘tool’s haptic interface. One was tailor-made for infiltrating a network’s firewalls without being detected, and as long as you didn’t try to seize administrative control or do something drastic like try to open every cell in the precinct, there was a good chance the hack wouldn’t be detected by standard firewalls and security programs and VI’s. When Samara had asked how it worked, her master had explained it as “looking over a fence without hopping over to the other side.”

The firewalls of the Nos Astra police department barely seemed to exist thanks John’s program and Larna’s willingness to grant her access to the precinct’s extranet buffer. Within seconds, new modules popped up on her omni-tool. Her eyes widened. The amount of information on display was overwhelming, but thankfully the hacking program came with a rather intuitive user interface. Extraneous data was soon shuffled into neat little tabs that could be expanded or collapsed whenever she wished. New glowing text notified her that she could attempt to access to the station’s security, internal cameras, intercom system, and cell door controls. If she wanted, she could free everyone.

But doing so might get John or someone he cares about killed. Not to mention, it would be in direct violation of my master’s orders as well as present the possibility of the precinct’s security shutting me out before the command even has a chance to go through.

“Have you gotten access yet?" Larna asked.

“I did, thank you for your help, Officer Agria.”

I couldn’t have gotten access to the intercom speaker in my master’s cell without you. Luckily, that doesn't seem to be monitored at all by the security network so I can speak to my master without any interference. Once we are free, I will see if he would be willing to claim you.

The women chuckled on the other end of the intercom.

“It’s no trouble. Let me know if you need anything else.”

The intercom clicked off.

Samara felt her lips twitch upwards. Her heart raced in her chest.

I can talk to him right now. Obtain instructions. Maybe I’ll be able to convince him to take a more aggressive approach to this situation.

She typed another command into her omni-tool and within moments she had an open line to her master’s cell.

“Hello?” she whispered, taking care to prevent her guard from hearing her voice through the walls. “It’s Samara. Master, can you hear me?”

A moment of silence passed. Then she heard two voices whisper to each other. Their tone seemed surprised. Finally, one of them spoke loud enough for her to hear.

“Samara, is that you?” her master's voice massaged her ears.

She smiled widely, showing perfectly white teeth. She didn’t think she’d ever been so happy to hear another person speak before.

“Yes, Master. I await your command.”

“Samara? This is Liara,” a feminine voice chimed in. “How have you managed to contact us? I assume based on the way you’ve addressed John that the officers are not aware of your ability to communicate with us?”

Samara shook her head.

“They are not. I managed to use one of the hacking programs my master installed on my omni-tool to infiltrate the precinct’s computer network. I can use the intercoms without any interference since they don’t appear to be protected by any firewalls.”

“Interesting,” her master said. “I guess that makes sense. The intercom system was probably built in for redundancy since most people use their omni-tools to communicate with each other. So, they let you keep your omni-tool? That's pretty reckless of them.”

“Most of the officers are afraid of me. They know the reputation of my order and it is not undeserved. Had any of my former sisters been imprisoned in my place, they would only have allowed themselves to be imprisoned for a day before their Code would compel them to return to their mission.”

“Yes, that makes sense,” Liara said. “Justicars are feared by most Asari almost as much as they are revered. I wouldn’t be surprised if some of the officers are clamoring for your release. Their commander, Anaya, seems to be of a different sort.”

“Unfortunately so, but I do not believe she poses as much of an obstacle as she might seem,” Samara said.

“What do you mean, Samara? Have you spoken with her?” her master asked.

Samara began pacing back and forth through the office.

“Briefly,” she replied. “She placed me in an isolated, unused office instead of a cell, probably to minimize any casualties I would cause if I broke free. I managed to convince the officer posted outside my door to ask her commanding officer to speak with me in person. She agreed and should be here in a matter of minutes. I was thinking I could convince her to allow me an escort to your cell. I… know you still have the artifact. You could use it and make Anaya yours and…”

“And use Anaya to take complete control over the Nos Astra police precinct,” Liara finished her sentence thoughtfully. “We could free everyone then, but that would just be the start. With the resources of the entire precinct at John’s disposal, he would be well protected as well as possess a much greater ability to exert power over Illium and claim more servants.”

Samara’s heart raced with anticipation as she imagined the stalwart Detective Anaya and the entirety of her police precinct fall under her master’s sway. She dearly wanted to be there when it happened.

Her master piped up.

“But that all depends on Anaya granting Samara’s request to be escorted down here, and even if she does, there’s no guarantee that she’ll actually go along with the escort.”

Something in her master’s tone struck a chord within her.

This is my chance to truly prove myself worthy of serving at his feet.

“I will convince her,” Samara said simply, her tone as certain and unflappable as it could be.

There was a long pause on the other line before John replied.

“If you’re sure, Samara, then so am I. You saved my life earlier. I know you won’t let me down now,” he said.

Samara stared at her omni-tool with widened eyes. Her arms trembled slightly. If she were a less disciplined woman, she would have wept tears of joy.

The office intercom chimed and Officer Agria’s pleasant voice came through.

“Justicar Samara? Lieutenant Anaya is here to speak with you.”

Samara nodded.

“Very well. Send her in,” she said, and whispered into her omni-tool, “Be ready, my master.”

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