The Normandy had entered into its low power mode, most of the non-essential appliances and lights were either switched to half-power or deactivated all together. It was a mandatory protocol for the night shift, to conserve both fuel and energy until the main crew returned to their posts. Shepard and the other members of the main squad had already returned to their quarters, leaving just a few alone to wander the quiet halls of the ship.
Grunt had proven himself more than capable of fighting whatever enemy was placed in his way, no doubt a deliberate decision on the part of Okeer to forge the most potent krogan warrior possible. But he had also become somewhat of a terror aboard the Normandy, even after undertaking his rite of passage. His need to exert himself had resulted in him being mostly confined to the engineering deck, just in case he launched into a frenzy. Prior to the trip to Tuchanka, Mordin had done as much as he could to sedate him, even going as far as subtly filling Grunt's room with a gaseous agent that was specially crafted to calm him, but even the Doctor's extensive knowledge of krogan physiology came to nothing. Despite not being quite as rampant as he had been before, Shepard made sure to remind the crew to be wary, just until Grunt could clear the immaturity from his system.
Though most of the crew were fast asleep, Miranda sat in front of her office desk with a frown, a steaming cup of coffee sat beside a stack of pads. With a stack of pads towering along the desk, she was determined to clear the workload before rewarding herself with a well-earned rest. Keeping her mind solely focused on her work was all she could do to distract herself from the burning need still raging within her womanhood. She kept her legs crossed, resisting the urge to split her suit open and load up yet another one of the exotic videos she had stored on her computer.
Mirandad could scarcely believe what she had allowed to take place on Tuchanka, capitulating to every craving that had pestered her so relentlessly in the time following her encounter with the Normandy's resident krogan. She had engaged in a near ceaseless two hour bout with the engineer team, filling the confines of the stripped Tomkah with the sounds of her primal screams, losing any true sense of grounding when they treated her body as little more than a ragdoll.
It was a moment of severe weakness for the prideful woman, one that witnessed her descent into primal whoredom, assaulted by an array of senses that served to only intensify her overcharged sexual perversions. The trio had been incredibly thorough in their use of her body, stretching and filling her time after time, until she found herself sprawled out in a heap, leaking seed from every orifice, a with a taste so strong that she could still feel it on her lips.
But humiliation wasn't far behind, arriving when the haze of her sexually induced high finally wore off. It was an intensely strange feeling, to find herself staring up at a small group of naked krogan mechanics, still pumping their deflated members with weariness apparent on their lizard-like features. Despite their keeness to continue, they at least understood when Miranda had reached her limit, helping her to retrieve her strewn boots and bodysuit.
A brief shower under the hose used to clean away accumulated dirt on the Tomkah managed to wash away much of the grime and sperm that clung to almost every inch of her expertly sculpted body. But it was obvious by the looks she recieved from the other krogans she passed by upon her return to the audience chamber that the scent that followed was positively pungent. Miranda just considered herself fortunate that the knowing look she recieved from Grunt went unnoticed by Shepard, with Wrex in particular staring at her with noticeable intrigue.
Shepard may have been the highest ranking officer on the Normandy, but Miranda's reputation was staked on ensuring that the highly expensive vessel and its crew were kept in pristine shape. It was vital to maintain her hardened exterior, to not allow anyone to chip away at it in an attempt to undermine her. From the moment Shepard disregarded her suggestion to leave Grunt in his container, Miranda found herself pulled further and further into the abyss of debauchery by the krogan. If she wanted any chance at returning to some form of normality, it became vital for her to keep a close eye on Grunt, to prevent him from seeking her out once more.
It was a simple enough task, constant surveillance ensured that there wouldn't be any unwanted surprises, and if anything were to happen they would be prepared. But during the night shift, it was more or less just Miranda who was left with the task of keeping an eye on the krogan. Her monitor was rigged into the security cameras that had been placed throughout the Normandy, though she sincerely wished that she could sneak one into Shepard's quarters to discover what exactly had kept her so distracted in recent weeks.
But what she did have at her disposal did capture the movements of Grunt in his room, along with some of the more provocative behaviour of certain members of the crew when they believed no-one was watching. It could be a taxing task, one that a number of her fellow crew mates viewed as being unwarranted, but Miranda was a woman of order.
She used the time to get on with a backlog of work, mainly going over various requisition orders from members of the crew, some far more expensive than others, but it kept her mind sharp. A majority of the pricier requests unsuprisingly came from engineering, with Daniels and Donnelly putting in their own separate lists of items, both going into needlessly extensive detail to justify the cost, trying to insert as much technobabble as they could conjure up to inflate the importance of each specific item.
Miranda glanced up at her monitor at regular intervals, taking note of Grunt's movements, looking for anything that deviated from the norm, not wanting to give him even a moment to venture into unpredictable territory, experience reminded her how easily such a behavioural change could spiral out of control. Once again, it appeared to be just like any other night, with Grunt mainly pacing around his room, clenching and unclenching his fists.
Miranda tucked a loose lock of her raven hair back over her ear as she examined Mordin's list of equipment, some of which would necessitate accessing some highly exclusive back channels to obtain, but the doctor had made it clear to her that every piece would be necessary in countering whatever the Collectors had to throw at them. A good hour passed before she sent off Mordin's requisition form, knowing that the deep pockets of Cerberus could easily cover the cost.
With the bulk of her workload cleared, Miranda found herself with a certain amount of free time, a dangerous position for a woman suffering from an uncomfortable level of sexual frustration to find herself in. Stifling temptation saw the usually level headed woman moving the cursor on her monitor towards her saved files folder, hovering a finger above the button, breathing heavily as her libido raged. She opened the first video available, instantly met with a scene featuring a barely dressed asari maiden wildly riding the engorged cock of a smirking krogan, crying out with abandon as she drilled herself upon him.
Miranda's chest rose and fell rapidly, stretching her bodysuit to breaking point. Incapable of containing her need any longer, she stood up and fumbled to unzip her uniform, swearing under her breath as she struggled to dip her fingers beneath the skin tight material, forcing them into her drenched pussy. Relief came immediately, brought about by her swiftly pumping digits as they stroked her most erogenous zone, forcing her to collapse back into her seat once her fingers moved fast enough for them to become a blur.
"Fuck me!" Miranda moaned quietly, automatically envisioning herself in the place of the asari, with the memories of her encounter on Tuchanka invading her mind. "Keep going, you beast!"
Her fingers swirled around, touching every bit of her silky canal they could reach, accelerated by the stream of fluid coating her glove. It didn't take long before she found herself building towards a much-needed climax, throwing her fingers until burned. But just her orgasm neared, she let her eyes wander back over to the security monitor, ceasing any attempt to tip herself over the edge witnessed in an unexpected change in Grunt's behaviour.
Piece by piece, the krogan had peeled off a large amount of his armour plating, throwing them at the walls of the room to reveal his muscular body to the open air of the small room, tossing each piece away carelessly. A section of his chest armour collided with a set of wall-mounted monitors, sending a showing of glowing sparks skating across the steel floor following the collision. It was a worrying development, especially after Mordin had assured both Shepard and Miranda that the krogan's rite of passage should have brought an end to his erratic behaviour. By the time Grunt had torn away his reinforced greaves, Miranda was sure that there was something else at work that caused him to act out, becoming increasingly concerned that she had an exact idea of what had motivated the outburst.
"For fuck's sake!" Miranda hissed, watching a plate of armour get sent flying at a control panel, destroying it upon impact.
Aggresively withdrawing her fingers, feeling a distinct mixture of emptiness and sexual frustration, Miranda prepared to send out an alert to the security team, knowing that the presence of a berserk krogan on board Cerberus's flagship couldn't be tolerated. Just as her hand hovered over her omni-tool, her blue eyes became unwillingly glued to the screen, watching as Grunt came to a sudden stop in the middle of the room, left entirely nude with his cock jutting out prominently enough for the camera to see. Though he had resumed his pacing, there was more co-ordination to his heavy steps, as if he was lost in his own world. The operative could only observe Grunt as he managed to get himself back under control, sure that she knew why the removal of his combat armour had soothed him.
Deciding that having a team suddenly bursting into the room with weapons drawn might only serve to provoke Grunt further, Miranda decided to visit him herself, reasoning that a familiar face might be able to draw some sense out of him, regardless of whether her face in particular would have a slightly more profound effect than any other. Zipping herself back up, Miranda sauntered out of her quarters and into the crew deck, thankful that it was vacant of any life other than herself. Even the dutiful Dr Chakwas was out for the night.
Passing through the deck at a brisk pace, a short trip on the elevator brought her down to engineering. Miranda made sure to keep her steps light, both to prevent Grunt from getting spooked and to stop her from alerting Jack to her presence. Typing in the override code on the door's center holographic panel, swiftly stepping inside, keeping her hands visible to show the sole occupant she wasn't there to pose a threat, ducking just as a steel chair was sent flying through the open door.
