Epilogue Part I: Chains of Command

Miranda Lawson woke up early in the Captain's Cabin. She liked to get an early start to the day. With her crew, it was hardly necessary, but nevertheless it was how she chose to go about her day and no one would dare question it. She sat up On either side of the bed, two beautiful Asari drones stood mindless, repurposed into little more than well-endowed living trophies on display, designated AD-LTS-01 and AD-S-01. Miranda chuckled; she still remembered when they had names. They had thought they were people once. Now they thought nothing. Just as it should be.

"Liara?" She addressed AD-LTS-01. No reaction. She turned to the other, grin spreading across her face. "Samara?" No reaction. Previously there had been some dim part of them that recalled their previous identities, which allowed for them to respond to orders given without need for their clinical designation. Whatever part of them that had been, it was gone now.

"Mmm..." A voice purred next to her in bed. Jennifer rolled over to look at her, eyes sleepily opening. "Who are you talking to?"

"Oh... Just teasing the drones," Miranda smiled at her mirror image.

"Why bother? Not like theirs anything in their heads to tease," Jennifer, face still half-pressed against the pillow, watched as her progenitor and lover stood up and stretched. She lifted her head up slightly, admiring Miranda's perfect toned body as she extended her arms and legs in a variety of poses, holding each one just long enough to leave Jennifer still wanting more. Sweat glistened as it dripped down Miranda's curves, all the while Jennifer just lay there watching, practically hypnotized.

"Enjoying the view?" Miranda asked, noticing Jennifer's amorous eyes.

"It's just perfect," Jennifer giggled. "Like everything else about you."

Miranda finished her last stretch, then crawled over the top of the bed.

"You're damn right," she whispered, and planted a kiss on her doppelganger's lips. She eagerly returned it. "Time to get to work. I've got a ship to run."

...

After a brief shower and stopping to enjoy a view of her own when she saw Jennifer beginning to do her morning exercises, Miranda stepped into the elevator and rode down to the CIC. When she arrived, Kasumi and Samantha were waiting either side of the door, like the dutiful handmaidens they were. Kasumi was now clad in white, while Samantha wore the standard Cerberus uniform.

"Good morning Commander Lawson," they both said in unison with eager smiles bolted to their faces.

"Good morning girls," she said, taking a cup of fresh coffee from Samantha. She took a sip and they followed her to the galaxy map. Once they moved, two EDIs took up positions near the elevator door. Other identical pairs were posted at every door. "I trust things are going smoothly?"

"All communications from the Alliance and the Council are being copied directly to Cerberus as per your instructions," Samantha stated.

"The cuter ones who send us mail also get a nice blast of subliminal programming," Kasumi added. "You now have a small cadre of willing and able servants in some of the most important positions in the Alliance."

"Good. As a reward, as you go about your duties, count to 1000. You'll feel more aroused the higher you count, and when you reach 1000, you can cum." Miranda smiled. She'd never considered just how important the little people were to the daily running of things in the Alliance. It would be too difficult to safely assume control of a high-ranking public figure in the Alliance, but their secretaries? Their wives? Their daughters? That was very doable. And in controlling them, she controlled the comings and goings of information to the people in power, keeping them in the dark about some things, misinforming them about others. No one would ever believe Commander Shepard and the Normandy would be feeding them false intelligence. Even if she tried, Lt. Commander Ashley Williams wouldn't allow it, and would certainly warn them.

Ashley was at that moment in the armory, clad in a white version of her outfit with the Cerberus emblem on it, standing with a new group of recruits in catsuits.

"We are the vanguard of humanity's ascendancy," she boomed at a squad of young women dressed in Cerberus armor and helmets. "We will see to it that the aliens of this galaxy spend the rest of eternity at the feet of their true masters. Those who resist shall be destroyed. Those who do not shall be given the mercy of mindless servitude. Now. Prepare yourselves for the exercise."

"Yes ma'am!" They all saluted. Miranda watched from the doorframe. A holographic display appeared, and the squad of recently reeducated Alliance sluts began to aim at it, firing at digital targets. Resisting aliens were killed, while surrendering aliens were instead captured and promptly enslaved. As they did so, Ashley walked around them. She slapped the first recruit on the ass, groped the breasts of the second one from behind, and then licked the face of the third. None of them showed any reaction and remained concentrated on the virtual exercise.

"Enjoying yourself, Lt. Commander?" Miranda asked, properly stepping into the room. Ashley turned and stood at attention. She was about to command the recruits to do the same, but Miranda put one finger to Ashley's mouth and stopped her. "No need. You've conditioned them well. Their concentration is remarkable."

"Thank you ma'am."

"What of your other responsibility?"

"Admiral Hackett continues to receive false personal reports from me detailing conditions aboard the ship and ongoing operations. He has no idea that I or the ship have been compromised."

"Very good."

"I live to serve you, ma'am."

"I know," she said, looking over to the recruits finishing their exercises. They were all pretty girls, transfers from the Alliance who'd been shown the light as soon as they boarded the ship. They turned and immediately froze as the became aware of their mistress. They stood at attention instinctively. "You three," she pointed, strutting over and caressing the middle one's face, a dark-skinned, dark-haired beauty who shivered at her touch. "You'll do well aboard this ship I think, but for now, let your minds fade away. Go blank for your mistress." At the command, their personalities receded from view. Their faces became expressionless, the life faded from behind their eyes, leaving only a hollow shell to be commanded. Miranda turned to Ashley. "They are at your disposal until first bell. Play nice."

"Yes ma'am..." Ashley said hungrily. Miranda thought about sticking around for a little bit to watch the Gunnery Officer get fucked silly by the mindless dolls, but resisted the temptation and left just as Ashley began sliding out of her outfit. She'd been right; when Ashley's mind had finished growing back, she cried tears of joy when remembering the violation of her body. She had said it was an honor just to be used by such a perfect being and hoped that her unworthy holes had been at least satisfactory.

"More than satisfactory," Miranda grinned to herself.