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Mass Effect Trilogy Appreciation Week Day 3: Love

AU: Shepard recruits Benezia and indoctrinated Liara needs to be taken down at Noveria. Except Therum would probably make more sense… uuuhhh vague shrug?

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The Locked Room

Pairing: Benezia/Samara

Rating: M

Tags: pre-canon, indoctrination, mind meld, asari religion, fade to black

Words: 7180

Summary: Saren's plans have just been put in motion and Benezia has gained his trust in order to intercede on behalf of the people of the galaxy. Her goals, once so clear, start to become muddled as a new and unknown fear grips her mind. The chance arrival of a Justicar threatens to expose her work, but Benezia is desperate to know if she is truly doing the right thing. While she struggles to maintain a delicate balance of secrecy and truth around Samara, the passion in her heart complicates the matter.

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Benezia circled the geth like a huntress closing in on dangerous prey, but it showed no signs that it conceded to any such contest. She could sense its vigilance, the cloud of soft static created by the power coursing through its cables, the winding up of trigger hair servos at its joints. It was anything but inert, yet its posture was indefensive and curious. It reminded her of a child. "You understand your orders?" she asked it, putting on the authoritative voice she used to address crowds and politicians. "You understand that I speak with your master's voice and you will follow my commands as you follow Saren's?" The geth clicked and whirred, the aperture of its face widening, and made no other intelligible gesture. Benezia's jaw hardened in frustration. Saren had sent this to her, along with the other crates of armaments her retinue was currently unloading in the low-ceilinged hangar, for protection. This is the shape of things to come, he had said before she departed his flagship, and she had known better than to provoke his ire with questions. "What am I meant to do with you?" she whispered now. The geth merely stood there. "Very well, let us see. The human in the corner: shoot him." The geth turned quickly, sparing no time to look for the target, and reached for the rifle attached to its leg. In the corner, slumped against a stack of crates, a dirty and exhausted human man screamed and kicked his legs against the stone floor. His mouth was gagged and his hands bound, and all he managed were muffled chokes and pitiful scrambling. "Stop," Benezia ordered as the geth drew its weapon toward the man's wide and terrified eyes. It was quick to obey, holding position without so much as a quiver. Such a strange thing, she thought as she searched its posture for some hint of thought or feeling. She wanted so badly to dig into its thoughts, press the full power of mind against its drab imitation of the great neural tapestry of life. If it had been organic, she could plunder her way through its memories—as a first or last resort, depending on its disposition toward her—yet what faced her now was an unreachable mind, and it filled her with apprehension. She had seen the squadron of geth working in concert earlier when they attacked the human's ship. She observed their tactics and their precision and knew them to be intelligent, and it was that fact which frustrated her to the point of silent rage. The geth were beyond mere imitation, they were life itself; a consciousness so simple that it could be designed by organic hands, yet she could not submit it to her power.

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new mass effect playthrough. new cycle of "god why did they gave asari women boob windows". hence a little redesign of mothers Benezia and Samara

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N7 Month, 2025 - Day 15: Folly

The daylight on Thessia was hastening on to evening as the acolytes of Lady Benezia whispered to one another outside their mistress’ office. Benezia had been meeting with the Spectre within for the better part of an hour. So late an appointment with so polarizing a figure.

Within the office, the Spectre Saren Arterius sat opposite the Lady Benezia, separated by the matriarch’s wide, gleaming black desk. The sunset out the window made the whole room glow pink, and as it became gloomy, Benezia reached across her desk to light a single lamp.

“Yes,” the matriarch sat back into a high-winged throne of a desk chair. He dress, black with flecks of yellow so bright it looked at first like gold, caught the orange of the lamplight and the purple of the twilight and transformed the already impressive matriarch into a kind of sculpted idol. “I had already received reports of the ship you acquired from the geth. I wondered if you would arrive on Thessia in the same, though from the specifications I have read, I doubt it can make planetfall, hm?”

“You have me at a disadvantage, Lady Benezia,” Saren spoke, metal parts catching flashes of the fading light.

“As if I would not learn everything about such an influential person, come to ask my aid.”

“Then I will share with you something your reports missed, as a sign of goodwill. I do wish your aid, after all.” He waited for Benezia to nod before continuing, “The ship is no construct of the geth, and neither did I have any hand in its construction. It is an alien, artificial intelligence. Extra-galactic.”

“How can you know that?”

“It told me,” Saren leaned forward, “Once we had learned to speak to one another. It is, in fact, so alien that I’d wager no organic can truly understand its motives and its mind. Even the geth worship it as a god. When I first came across it, it was trying to find a relay to open to intergalactic space. To return home, it would seem. Now, I have its trust, and we have formed a… partnership, of a sort.”

“You say that no organic can comprehend its motivations, then you dissemble from saying you have manipulated it into your own causes?” Benezia smiled darkly, as if she expected the Spectre to squirm. “If you have such a partnership with this being, why do you need me?”

“It is unknowable, but it is also vulnerable. It is far from its people, as I understand it has been millennia alone. You’ve lived at least a millennium yourself, Lady, have you ever met someone in such a position who could not be controlled with the appropriate stimuli?” Saren smiled, his sharp teeth glinting in the last of the daylight. “Of all the council of matriarchs, only you have the capacity to help me in making this ship come to heel in the service of the civilized races of the galaxy.”

“And what would you do with this ship?”

“Imagine a deterrent against war the likes of which the galaxy has never seen! I have seen its power, it could decimate whole fleets in moments. Imagine the Citadel secure with a ship that puts the might of the very Destiny Ascension to shame.”

Benezia sat for a long moment regarding Saren through the glow of the lamplight. “If this ship—this Sovereign—is indeed attempting to return to others of its kind, I would be honor-bound to help it. You know this, yes?”

Saren nodded, “I knew there was no going back once I told you of the ship’s true origins. I am insulated as a Spectre, but I imagine with your connections and influence, you could certainly ruin me.”

“And yet you came to me, anyway?”

“I am confident once you see the details of my mission, you will agree it is in the best interest of all Council races.”

The last of the daylight was gone, now, and only the small desk lamp illuminated the two. Benezia sat for a long moment. “Very well,” she said at last. “But I must speak with the ship myself.”

“It may not agree to speak with you. It speaks only with me, and the toll is palpable. Your mind may not withstand the process…”

Benezia laughed, clear and cold. “We shall see about that.”

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