“She kissed you huh? Or was it you kissed her?” Nora snickered as she hung limply off the semi circular sofa within the Inquisitor’s quarters of the Archangel.
Morrigan openly told Nora what had happened at the Cathedral, not wishing to hide or be untruthful. She started making dinner as the Archangel coasted through the galaxy hours away from the Void Star at that point.
“I was too shocked to even move… I wasn’t expecting her to do that especially after finding out Torvil got Jen pregnant!” she exclaimed at the enlightening revelation.
Yekku and Nora both popped their heads over the top of the sofa, Yekku chirping adamantly, “I don’t care either way, I just wish I could've seen that hot encounter,” Nora mused.
Morrigan turned to find the wide eyed S’randin staring at her with a flick of his tongue and Nora grinning at her, “You seriously want that? Like for us to have some kind of polygamous relationship or something?” Morrigan asked in disbelief.
Nora grinned wider and shrugged, “I don't know about any of that but could you blame me if I did? She's gorgeous and her personality is cuter than a kitten in a slipper! How could you not want a piece of that?!”
Damn, you know, I don't think I’d ever want to be stuck in your girl’s head. You may have a coked up gerbil in here but that girl doesn’t even have a wheel, just a bunch of mice scurrying about the place!
Morrigan snorted into laughter at Apollyon’s comment. She shook her head at the comment as Sigurd, who had been standing next to the door under the watchful eye of Xol, chimed in, “Wait! Yer tellin’ me ye could have been knuckle deep in an all lass threesome and yer draggin’ our arses across the galaxy to a planet filled with aliens who would rather gut ye than share a cup? Yer as mad as a bag of ferrets lass! That's just feck’d up priorities!”
Oh! That's a good one I'm definitely stealing that one!
Nora laughed at that and pointed, “See! He gets it!”
Morrigan shook her head at the perverted companions she kept around her, “You two are ridiculous! Besides… if anything, it was a goodbye kiss, it probably doesn’t mean what you're thinking.”
Nora scoffed dramatically as Sigurd who rubbed his face in disbelief, “She really believes that wasn’t something!”
“Would you two stop? I mean, you're my girlfriend, shouldn’t you be like, upset that some one kissed me?” Morrigan huffed out as she turned back to Nora.
“The wee lass is mental…” Sigurd groaned as he paced the floor, acting as if Morrigan’s words were some cosmic mystery.
Nora chuckled at the question and leaned her head to the side as if inspecting something adorable with an amused grin, “Precious… my entire life has been nothing but hook ups and beneficial friendships, if you’re asking if I’m going to get mad at someone kissing you, who you foolishly didn't kiss back? Hell no. Shit, if you told me you planned on dating her I’d drag her to the bedroom and help break her in,” she laughed out as she watched Morrigan’s face twist into a look of dismay.
“Fucking hell…” Morrigan breathed out, unbelieving the conversation she was having.
“Mori, there is a call waiting for you from the Void Star on the bridge,” Sister chimed in drawing her attention.
“Thank fuck, Xol take over,” she commanded as she stormed towards the door.
“I think ye broke the wee lass,” Sigurd pointed out loudly as the door opened.
“Stow it Sigurd or I'll throw you out an airlock!” Morrigan called out behind her as she disappeared into the corridor. Using Torvil’s threat towards the ambassador as her own.
Nora sniggered as Yekku bumped his head against her, Qiote standing next to Xol in the kitchen area now as Sigurd flashed Nora a bright smile, “She can’t get rid of me, I’m a lass’s best friend, ye can use me then kick me out and I even vibrate!”
Nora snorted at that as she pet the S’randin and shook her head, “You’re selling yourself to the wrong women dude, I’m strictly chicks and heaven help any man who touches Mori, last guy to do that got his arm cut off,” she pointed out wistfully.
“Och, no matter. We’re aboard a ship full of willin’ lasses,” Sigurd dismissed only to have Yekku start warbling and squawking at him aggressively. Xol releasing a hissing laughter from the kitchen.
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Morrigan stepped off the elevator with ease, forgetting her hatred of elevators as she was just glad to be away from that conversation.
Morrigan took in the docile atmosphere around the bridge, Shepard turning and giving her a respectful nod before gesturing to Morrigan’s command console.
Morrigan found the correct button she needed to accept the call and console projected an image of Solomon standing within the Cathedral, “Solomon? Is everything okay?” she asked in surprise before realizing he would probably be the only person to ever call her from the Void Star. His expression though, was worrisome.
“That all depends, I have received word from a CoU Destroyer in the Sol system that there is a full scale prison riot taking place on Mars. This may be the best chance for you to get your father out of there undetected,” Solomon stated factually.
“Avery drop us from FTL full stop! Sarilla, plot us a course to Mars right away!” Morrigan ordered wasting no time, her voice carrying the tone of a proper commander.
“Morrigan, take heed. It’s only a matter of time till the Federation responds to the pleas of the foundries… please exercise some caution, you may end up in open conflict with the Federation during this raid…” Solomon stated ominously.
Despite Morrigan’s elevated anxiety, she knew what Solomon was getting at. The Federation had no idea where she had run off to after Castile V, per their information, she passed without a trace. Now, she may be presenting herself full frontal, but that would not keep her from rescuing her father.
“I understand and thank you, for telling me,” she said with a determined nod.
Solomon signed off as the Archangel’s entire momentum shifted drastically as Avery pulled the ship out of FTL transit, causing several alarms to go off as well as several heads of departments to start complaining over the open comm.
Shepard righted herself and brushed off her sleeve before giving Morrigan a hard look, “What sort of personal vendetta are you trying to drag my ship into Mori?”
Morrigan bit her lip sheepishly, “Shit, I promise I was going to bring this up to you Shepard… but I didn't expect the opportunity so soon,” she sighed and continued, “My father was taken prisoner by the Federation and forced into slave labor like I was on Castile… Solomon asked me to wait until he devised a proper plan of action to get my father out but it seems the window has presented itself now…”
Shepard thought on her reasoning and honesty, comparing the point that Solomon had been the one to contact her about her father’s situation. “Very well. Sarilla, what is our time frame for arrival?”
“If we cut through the Bajor system and cut through most of Sol with FTL… we can get there in… 68 hours, unless we can sling shot ourselves with the multiple gravitational pulls by the passing suns… then we can shave off five hours off that…” Sarilla said over her shoulder though her tone hinted worry.
“Is that dangerous to do?” Morrigan asked.
Sarilla turned her chair around and sighed, “Very, because we have little control over our trajectory during FTL so it’s entirely possible a great enough gravitational pull can throw us off course or worse...”
Morrigan sighed at the woman and bit her lip. As much as it stoked her anger that she could not get there faster, if only by a few hours earlier at most, she knew she could not endanger the crew with that miniscule of a cut in the travel time. She also assumed Shepard would override her order if she did decide to risk the ship in that manner.
“We won’t do that. Plot the first course but we need to move right away,” her voice heavy with anxiety, before looking to the ceiling, “Sister, give my apologies to those affected by my order to drop out of FTL. I take full responsibility and make the gun crews aware they have 68 hours to be ready and on standby for combat.”
“Very well Inquisitor,” Sister responded.
Morrigan buried her fingers into her braided hair as she released a deep breath as everyone went to work, Shepard placed a hand on her shoulder gaining her attention.
“That was some fine decision making Mori, but now comes the hard part. We will stand behind you on this endeavor however, you will need to learn to occupy your mind during such stressful missions,” Shepard told her, speaking from years and years of wisdom.
Morrigan pulled a cigar out from her shirt and lit it, taking a deep inhale, “How did you manage it? Back when you weren’t all owl wise and such?” Morrigan asked flippantly.
Shepard shrugged, “Widely depended on how much time I had, you need to find what settles your own mind though,” she said knowingly.
Morrigan sighed, watching as Avery followed Sarilla’s directions while Luisa and Gunnar coordinated with the gun crews. “I guess I should let my people know what’s going on…” Morrigan stated before standing taller from her console.
As she stepped into the elevator Shepard called out after her, “We will get him back Mori, the crew of the Archangel will make sure of it.”
Morrigan pursed her lips as her anxiety crawled up the base of her neck, “I know…” she stated as she closed the elevator door.
Morrigan stormed to her quarters to find everyone eating as she entered. “Hey precious, who rocked the boat?” Nora snickered before she could take notice of Morrigan’s frazzled nerves. “What’s wrong?”
“Aye, ye look like a puss dipped in vinegar,” Sigurd interjected, Nora casting him an awkward and confused glance throwing her hand out questioningly.
Morrigan rubbed her face and sighed as she paced, “Solomon contacted me saying there is a riot at the prisons of Mars, so we have the chance to rescue my father…”
“Yeah! That’s what we’re talking about just send me down an I’ll take care of the whole bloody bag!” Sigurd cut her off excitedly.
“Yeah, but it’s going to take us 68 hours to get there… I don’t know, I can’t just sit here waiting! I’m already going mad and it’s only been ten minutes!” she exclaimed before forcing herself into the kitchen for food.
“Is there something we can blow up? I know that always helps pass the time,” Nora offered.
Morrigan wanted to scowl at that, but she knew she was only trying to help, so she forced herself to bit her lip and shake her head.
After a moment of silence and eating, Sigurd cleared his throat, “Alright lass, finish yer bits there and we’ll sort ya out.”
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Nora raised her hands in disbelief, “Dude, I thought I explained she isn’t into that?!”
Sigurd giggled like a mad man and waved her off, “Nay ya daft lass, I’m not talking of that sordid sortin’. I saw an eager wee darlin’ down in maintenance I’ll give the shakes to on the eve,” he said mocking her insinuation.
Yekku chirped at Sigurd and Nora looked between the two of them, “I’m not sure who is harder to understand at this point…”
Nora smiled seeing the sly smirk Morrigan revealed at her comment as she ate, finishing what she could.
“Fine, what's this plan of yours?” Morrigan asked roughly.
Sigurd looked up in surprise, “Well shite, that was fast,” he commented before shoveling the rest of his food into his mouth and standing. He walked towards the kitchen and set his plate down. “Alright, follow me,” he said with a mouth full of food.
He walked towards the door, Morrigan following along with Yekku, Hi’tet, Xol and Nora, who were radiating with curiosity.
Sigurd led the group through the ship, many crew members giving them a wide berth and saluting their Inquisitor along the way as the ship seemed to bustle with active energy. Morrigan sensed a nervous excitement for the potential combat on the horizon. Even without focusing, she could feel the dull emotional blanket draped over the ship that came from the thousands of crew members aboard the Archangel.
Hehe, your leadership is flourishing, little goddess. This is what I meant when I said you were evolving into what you were always meant to be, Apollyon hissed delightfully in her head.
“What do you mean?” she asked in her head while looking around her, giving those who greeted her a respectful smile despite the uneasiness she felt by the crew who pandered to her station.
This, your words, your command, has inspired and excited those beneath you into a fervor of duty. The respect and belief within their leader as the drums of war beats within their hearts. You incite passion, Mori, that is the key to being a leader, a ruler of her own.
Morrigan frowned. She never wanted to be a leader, or a ruler for that matter but as she looked closer to those around her, she could see the passion Apollyon spoke of. Dozens upon dozens of workers she passed that worked passionately with prominently high-spirited features maintaining, stocking and readying the ship for their newest mission.
Her brows furrowed, “But… I didn’t command anything… all I did was give them a heads up. They don’t even know that the mission is to rescue my dad…”
They don’t need to know; all they need is a leader to believe in. It doesn’t matter to them what they’re doing it for as long as they believe it is a good cause, for the right reason. Your beliefs bleed down to those under you, and with a common enemy they share with you, they’ll move mountains for you, Apollyon stated with dark certainty.
Apollyon’s words were confusing to her because she could not see what the deity saw in her, to think that she was some leader in the grand conflict with the Federation seemed outlandish.
Sigurd led them into one of the combat training areas beneath one of the hangers, finding dozens of squads of shock troopers going through their standard physical training regiment as they entered the large gymnasium.
She spied some jogging around the room while some lifted weights and others practiced hand-to-hand combat. “Inquisitor on deck!” shouted one of the master chiefs she had met her first day, though she had long since forgotten his name.
Most of the soldiers that could, stopped what they were doing to turn and salute her. Her face burned with embarrassment as she felt the silence fall upon the room.
She gave a meek wave to everyone before forcing herself to speak, “As…as you were.”
With no added direction, the combat units went back to their training as if she no longer existed which was relieving to her as Sigurd led her to the middle of the room, holding his hand up to the rest of the group.
To Morrigan’s surprise, her entire retinue stopped and watched with curious gazes, even Xol. She turned to Sigurd with an inquiring look, “What are we…”
Without warning, Sigurd popped her in the mouth with one of his metallic fists before giggling like a mad man and shuffling back on his feet.
She could hear Xol hiss and bark out in exclamation as her head rocked back, her hand instinctively covering her mouth to feel that her lip had split from the teeth rattling blow. “Ow, fuck!” she exclaimed as Apollyon cackled in her head, pushing her lip to heal itself beneath her hand.
Sigurd grinned at her as he stood in a fighting stance, “Come on lass, let’s see if ye can give me a second proper spanking!”
The dots connected in her mind as she saw Sigurd’s plan. He intended to distract her by fighting her in hand-to-hand combat.
With a push of energy, she launched forward and planted her fist across his jaw, having him stagger back. He rubbed his jaw as he righted himself, “That it? Ye hit like a babe!” he mused loudly.
Morrigan ground her teeth and rushed him, throwing another swing, distracted by Nora’s shrill exclamation as she clapped excitedly. Sigurd grabbed her wrist and pulled her off balance before spinning and hammering the back of his hand against the back of her skull, throwing her to the ground as her vision danced with blind spots.
Morrigan growled as she got off the ground, arching energy flashing along her body as her anger began to rise, Sigurd standing at the ready with a shit eating grin on his face that only mocked her.
Come on, you going to let him make a fool of you? Kick his ass Mori!
Her mind focused on all the training her father and his squad had given her throughout her early years of life. She readied herself, shifting forward and crossing arms with Sigurd.
They juked, blocked strikes and threw savage punches and kicks as Morrigan and Sigurd proceeded to spar, gaining the attention of the entire gymnasium as their relentless sparring turned into a punishing beating.
Nora cheered nonstop as Morrigan and Sigurd beat each other as other soldiers joined in on the excitement, despite the master chief’s displeasure. Even with Morrigan’s enhanced strength, Sigurd held his own against her as their fight began to stretch from one hour into several hours as neither opponents’ stamina dwindled.
The spectacle became awe inspiring as neither relented. Morrigan’s frustrations bled from her soul even though her anger persisted as her opponent refused to stay down. As Sigurd swung at her, she raised her arm to block and forced her body to twist, focusing more energy into her muscles to speed her momentum as she twisted, enhancing the strength of her leg as the heel of her combat boot connected with his temple in a powerful roundhouse kick.
Sigurd launched to the ground side ways in a comical fashion enticed groans from the crowd that watched them fight.
Sigurd groaned as he held his head as got to his hand and knees, “Aye, that’s it there, ya got me lass. Woo, that was a doozy,” he said shaking his head as he got to his feet, stumbling slightly.
He held up his hands in defeat, “I yield to ye,” before his arms slumped to his side as he breathed an exhausted breath.
Morrigan herself breathed haggardly as she slowly began to relax as Sigurd stepped towards her. The smirk on his face spoke of his triumphant success of distracting her as the crowd of marines cheered of her victory.
Once he got close enough, Morrigan gave the Berserker one last powered kick to the chest that laid him out flat before she released the energy she had been constantly feeding into her muscles.
Sigurd coughed as much as he cursed as he couldn’t bring himself to sit up, Morrigan stepping over him with a smart-alack smirk across her face, “That was for that cheap shot earlier!” she mused.
Sigurd nodded vigorously as he coughed, “Yep, fair enough! Fecking hell…”
Nora nearly tackled Morrigan as she pulled her face into hers, kissing her feverishly that resounded by catcalls from every direction of the gymnasium.
“You are so damn sexy! I couldn’t be any more wet right now,” Nora sighed wistfully against Morrigan’s lips which only stoked the fires of Morrigan’s soul even more as she hoisted her girlfriend into her arms and cradled her like a princess, Nora giggling madly as she was whisked off her feet.
“Alright you lazy asses! Last person to get back to P.T. gets to spar with the Inquisitor!” the master chief bellowed out. Causing Morrigan to laughed as she watched the soldiers scatter like rats at the threat their superior offered.
As Morrigan passed her group of Marmuro’k she eyed Xol, “No one comes back to the room for three hours,” she threatened as Nora melted against her.
Xol gave her a respectful nod as Sigurd called out, “Oi, big daddy? A bit of help here? What, no love for poor ol’ Sigurd!” he snickered, knowing Xol had ignored him.
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Nora bounced on the bed with exuberance, smiling and giggling as Morrigan locked her bedroom door, “Sister, for the next eight hours no one is to bother me unless it's an emergency,’ Morrigan stated flatly as her eyes shifted to her silvery eyed beauty who walked on her knees to the edge of the bed with girlish excitement, giving the gorgeous blonde a sly, knowing and confirming smirk.
“Very well Mori, I shall block all communications unless an emergency arises,” Sister stated before a soft pop sounded, indicating the speaker system within her quarters were disconnected.
Nora bit her lip as her eyes danced wildly over Morrigan’s figure, beckoning her to her with a single finger. The second she stepped with each, Nora seized her by the hardened fabric of her collar and pulled her into a passionate kiss.
Nora wedged her fingers between the buttons that held Morrigan’s leisure wear together that ran across her torso, snapping them apart aggressively before unzipping the rest of the shirt and forcing it off her shoulders impatiently.
Nora’s lustful lips wasted no time trailing down her neck as her teeth gripped the sensitive flesh. Morrigan’s breath hitched as her fingers dug into the back of Nora’s hair as she let out a soft moan, feeling her cheeks flush as Nora’s hands danced across her skin.
Her deft fingers shed the simple black bra that blocked her path as Nora’s lips and tongue tasted every salty-sweet inch they could down Morrigan’s chest.
Morrigan’s hands brushed along Nora's head and down her back as her breath became heavier, Nora sliding her legs off the bed into a stand as her hands radiated an icy temperature over her bare breasts in a passionately slow hedonistic manner, savoring every succulent inch of Morrigan’s body by touch and taste.
Morrigan pulled Nora’s face to hers in heated demand as their tongues danced across each other in a kiss that personified their aching desire.
Nora’s firm hands gripping her butt as Nora’s fighter’s strength lifted Morrigan of the ground, Morrigan instinctively hooking her legs around her waist with an excited breath against her lips as Nora swung her around and shifted her knee onto the bed.
Morrigan knew Nora's strength from the mines, years of fighting and life time of survival which made it all the more attractive as Nora seamlessly held her close with one hand against the small of her back as her other hand guided their descent; Nora laying Morrigan on the bed in one smooth motion with a triumphant grin.
Morrigan smiled coyly at her beautiful lover, curling her hands against her chest as she watched Nora lean up and strip her layers off in one expert motion, her hair hiding one of her leering silver eyes as the tell tale smile of adoration crept across her face as Morrigan’s eyes scanned Nora’s hardened, well toned body. Her skin battered with white scars of all shapes and sizes that glowed against her flushed skin.
Nora leaned over, kissing Morrigan passionately as Morrigan pulled her into her, both moaning softly as Morrigan felt Nora’s perfect perky breasts press against her own. Nora ground her hips against her lover’s with a deep inhale as Morrigan refused to release her lips, guiding her power-fed, chilled hand up Morrigan’s curves.
Morrigan giggled into a moan at the loss of concentration by her icy touch as Nora seized the opportunity to trace down the other side of Morrigan’s neck as her icy fingers stimulated Morrigan’s burning body, her finger tips playing at one of her nipples as it hardened under her cold touch.
Morrigan let out a sharp moan as Nora’s warm tongue drew it into her mouth with a gentle suck, her back arching as Morrigan’s hands trailed down the back of Nora’s neck and across her shoulders with light drag of her nails.
Morrigan could feel the litany of scars on Nora’s back under her touch, giving tale to the hardened warrior underneath the squirrelly girlish visage that Nora wore. The same warrior whose lips trailed down her stomach and pried at the button of her pants, only causing the fire in her core to ache.
Morrigan bit her lip nervously as Nora worked her legs bare, free of her undergarments that vanished with the experience of Nora’s primal instinct. Morrigan’s hormone addled mind did not let her forget that what was happening was still a first time for her, her consensual virginity about to be offered up to a woman she loved so dearly, looking past her closed knees with the same nervous smile as her desire for Nora stoked the flames of her heated core to higher heights.
Nora gave her a soft smile that told Morrigan that her icy silver gaze saw right through to the bundled up nerves dancing along her spine as Nora gently pulled Morrigan’s bare legs flat, letting her keep them closed as she prowled over her body and tenderly kissed along her flat stomach, her tongue gently playing along the edge of her sensitive skin.
The blonde goddess kept her hands warm as they gently moved up Morrigan’s outer thigh, enticing a sharp breath as her thumbnail traced along her curves, her body explored in adored respect as Nora’s lips trailed up her body, teasing their way back to her neck in blissful pecks.
Morrigan’s mouth connected with hers in a blissful sigh as Nora’s hand trailed south as she leaned over, enthralling Morrigan’s body to twitch and arch as Nora’s nails trailed down the front of her thigh.
Morrigan’s legs parted with ease as Nora’s gentle nails raked along her sensitive flesh. Nora let out a guttural moan as her hand connected to Morrigan’s hot, dripping sex. Morrigan released her own sharp moan as she felt Nora’s rough fingers brush against her overly sensitive sexual lips.
Nora toyed and circled the bundle of nerves that jerked and pulled the breath out of her lover as she could felt Morrigan’s core melt against her hand, her heated breaths turning into moans of ecstasy as Nora played right along the edge of a blissful release.
Nora leaned closer gently pressing her lips to Morrigan’s cheek, who pressed her temple against her forehead, her hand gripping Nora’s hair in desperation.
“Please…” Morrigan breathed out in a pleading moan.
Nora grinned sweetly as her lips brushed her ear, “Precious…” she whispered in a tone of absolutely enthrallment as her canine tooth clamped down onto Morrigan’s earlobe, her thumb placed perfectly as her fingers plunged into Morrigan’s glistening sex with such precision and force, that Nora attacked her most sensitive spot from both sides in a firm grip.
Morrigan’s grip on her hair tightened as she pulled Nora into her, gripping her arm as her hips bucked against Nora’s hand and shook, near violently, as the super tight coil in her core released in a mind stopping orgasm that spread throughout her body.
Morrigan’s legs shook uncontrollably as she tried to force her lungs to work, heaving a throaty moan as Nora proudly released her quivering love, causing her to twitch sharply as she played with the prize nectar that coated her fingers. Morrigan melted against Nora as she carefully withdrew her hand, staring into Morrigan’s wide, ecstasy filled eyes as she took her prize into her mouth with a blissful moan.
Morrigan smiled and blushed furiously in embarrassment as Nora grinned at her, giving her a wink before she shimmied down the bed. Morrigan's mental faculties barely recovered before she felt Nora’s hot breath and tongue against her heady sex, eliciting a sharp moan from Morrigan as Nora claimed her success in the sweet, succulent flow of her lover’s first given orgasm.