[b][u][center]Firewalls Overrun For Sonicality By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] When two out of the three mega-merc corporations on Omega go dark, people notice. When it happens and you’re not the one responsible for it, you notice even more. Garrus Vakarian, also known as Archangel to the mercs in question, was scoping out the headquarters of the one still-operational company on Omega. The Blood Pack and the Blue Suns were both filling up the airwaves with problem after problem, complaint after complaint, while the Eclipse was completely silent. To Garrus, that meant that they had to be the ones behind it. [i]Not that it makes much sense,[/i] he thought, looking through the scope on his rifle, looking for any sign of defenses. [i]They might not be on the best of terms with one another, but a turf war like this...waged electronically…[/i] While the Eclipse were definitely the only ones on Omega that could pull off something like this on a wide scale, it didn’t make sense. They were on decent terms with the Blue Suns, and they’d just finished a war with the Blood Pack. Starting another one already just felt wasteful, and the logical Eclipse were anything but that. [i]Nobody on the walls...guns inactive at the gates…[/i] It was like nobody was home, which was impossible. Garrus shook his head, shouldering his rifle before hopping down from his vantage point. His legs absorbed the shock with ease, and he tapped the side of his head, activating one of his more recent implants. It was a motion tracker, one that he’d bought specifically to keep track of targets that he spotted at range when he had to get close. In this case, he hoped that it would pick up any threats out there for him in case he walked by and missed them. The Turian hurried across the bridge to the complex. Darting up to the pad that normally accepted passwords, he was about to type it in when he saw that the screen was sparking. “...” A closer look showed that it was not just sparking, but essentially blown out from the inside. The system had been overloaded. No, overcharged, like someone had hacked it and blown it up. But the Eclipse system was… “Nnngh!” Garrus pressed his hand to the side of his head, his vision going spotty and binary. Ones and zeroes rolled up the side of his vision, swirling about before becoming more like dicks and assholes. “What the - you’re malfunctioning now?” “[b]OH, THIS IS NO MALFUNCTION.[/b]” That voice. It was almost like it was coming out of an electronic voice box, but it was too loud, too pure for that sort of thing. Garrus whipped his head around, but saw no one, not even an intercom nearby. “[b]LOOK BEHIND YOU, BIG GUY.[/b]” Garrus did, and then blinked. It was like watching a computer program come to life. He smacked the side of his head again, swearing that the implant was malfunctioning, but there, right there, was a green-skinned creature. It had a slightly morphable looking body with yellow eyes and needle-like things on the back of its hands, and red lines along the chest and groin, and - “I don’t suppose I can ask you to put some clothes on?” Garrus muttered. “[b]VIRUSES DON’T NEED CLOTHES. AND BESIDES, YOU’LL BE NAKED AND ENJOYING IT TOO, SOON.[/b]” “What even are you? And why shouldn’t I just blow your head off?” he asked in the same quiet voice. “[B]I’M THORN! HEH. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF MY WORK, HMM?[/B]” The door to the Eclipse base opened behind the strange, almost digital figure, and littered over the floor were...many bodies. Many bodies, and many half-functioning mechs that were trying to drag themselves around, and whose eye scanners had the same yellow glow as the thing in front of him. “You are certainly thorough. Lacking a bit in style, though. Not much finesse.” He pulled his rifle back from over his shoulder, lazily pointing it at Thorn. “So, virus, eh? I’m guessing I have you to thank for what’s going on with my implant?” “[b]HEHEHE, YOU GOT IT. I THINK I’LL TAKE A LITTLE MORE THAN THAT, THOUGH. DID YOU KNOW THAT THE MIND IS BASICALLY ONE BIG COMPUTER?[/b]” “I’ve heard that before, yes. But did you know that I’m also thinking really, really hard of killing you?” “[b]HEH, THINKING DOESN’T MAKE IT -[/b]” BANG! The sniper rifle went off, the bullet passing through Thorn’s middle. The virus took a step back, holding himself as the digital data went streaming off. Even as it started reforming, though, Garrus pulled the trigger again. And again. And again. Each blast hit the virus center mass, knocking him back another step, then another. The Turian shook his head, keeping his thoughts focused through the implant on a dead body in front of him. Wasn’t that hard to think about, really. There had been a lot of them lately when he was hunting the mercenary gangs. BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Click. “Hmm. Out of ammo.” He shook his head, ejecting the clip and pulling another one out. “How are you doing over there? Still kicking?” “[b]OW...THAT HURTS, YOU KNOW! THAT’S NOT SUPPOSED TO HURT![/b]” “Well, you’re not supposed to be in my head, so I guess we’re even.” “[b]LET ME SHOW YOU WHERE I BELONG, THEN![/b]” There was a flicker of movement, Thorn shifting up, over, sideways, down. He was moving just slow enough for Garrus to track him visually, but there was no way that he could hold his gun on him long enough to line up a shot. “Hmmm. Yes, very impressive. Very fast. Can you stop flickering around and - NNNGH!” Thorn reappeared, alright, but right behind him, just too far back to be able to try and block. One of those yellow claws had punched through the top of his spine, yet, there was no pain. No sudden shock or paralysis, either. But at the same time, he was aware that he wasn’t able to move. Thorn twisted his wrist, and suddenly, the Turian’s fingers went loose, the rifle falling to the ground. “[B]THEEERE WE GO. THAT’S A GOOD BOY. YOU KNOW, YOU WERE THE FIRST ONE TO HIT ME.[/B]” “Heh...pull that out...and I’ll do a lot more.” “[B]NO THANKS. I’M GOING TO TAKE WHAT I WANT NOW. BEND OVER.[/B]” His body moved on its own, following the virus’s direction. It must have been some sort of direct connection with the hack in his head, something that was letting the virus have a more direct control. He was made to take off the lower parts of his armor, exposing the plates on his legs and hips. It was...surprisingly cold without them on, and he felt a shiver that went further than that go up his spine. [i]Move...move![/i] He tried to reach for his rifle, and when that failed, for his pistol. His arms refused to obey, and the claw-needle in the back of his neck was making it impossible to do anything that he wasn’t told to do. As he was stripped to nothing from the waist down, the virus pushed up against him. When he’d seen the virus’s genitals, he had noticed that they were...large. Now that he was feeling them, he thought that they needed to be upgraded a size category or two. The classification should be something like, oh, he didn’t know, ‘enormous.’ “[b]TIME TO SEE IF YOU CAN RESIST MY VIRUS...HEH. WHO AM I KIDDING? NO ONE CAN![/b]” A sudden thrust would have had Garrus howling if he had been able to move. As it stood, he felt the shout echoing in his throat, trying to break past clenched mandibles. That thick cock was already pounding away at him, filling him to the brim and then pulling out fast enough that it felt like it was trying to turn him inside-out. In and out, in and out it went, not quite pleasurable, but definitely hitting buttons that he didn’t know he had. Thorn was leaning over him now, a heavy, sweaty musk coming off of the virus. [i]How does...right. He’s in my head…[/i] And affecting his senses left, right, and center. The virus was forcing his dick hard beneath him, forcing it to grow and bounce off his belly. It was force-feeding pleasure into him, and worst of all, it was force-feeding data into his body. His vision kept flickering, going from standard to more of a HUD readout, giving him information that he didn’t need as he looked at everything around him. More than that, it was starting to fill out information from him. Temperature. Health. Arousal. Which was about 95%, apparently. [i]Cheater.[/i] It was his last thought before Thorn came in him, the virus filling him to the brim, and making his body temperature spike with it. The Turian went limp, gasping for breath, and slumped forward, groaning, shivering, dripping from the other end. “[b]HEHEHEHE. ENJOY YOUR CONVERSION, SNIPER BOY. SOON, YOU’LL BE JUST A GOOD LITTLE DRONE FOR ME.[/b]” [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]