How exactly would she turn Miranda into a giant fatass? Jack's first thought was to walk up to her officer, tie her up, and feed her until Cheerleader was a balloon, but that would no doubt get her in trouble with the Commander. A chill ran up her spine as she thought of what kinda of punishment Shepard would think of in return. Shep had bit of a karma obsession, and Jack knew getting caught would not be worth it. Maybe she could hire a bunch of mercs to kidnap Miranda and do it all for her. But even with an in, Miranda was hard to get to, only alternating between at her desk or going out on combat mission in a most binary way. Why couldn't she just have a pill to spike her drink with to turn Princess Cerby into a blob? No scientist would be crazy enough to help her besides a madman.
"Mordin!" she cried out, smacking her fist into her palm. Time to find the coot and see if he was down of a little experiment. She ran out of her hold and punched the deck button on the elevator.
Once on the right floor, she barged at the elevator and made a beeline for the salarian's lab. Opening the door, she saw the good doctor pacing back and forth, mumbling to himself.
"Perhaps convert to secondary processor? No, nerve connection not sufficient...." he muttered, clearly deep in thought, "Aide in digestion? Nononono, supplements passable....."
"Eh.... What up doc?" Jack offered awkwardly, disrupting his thought process, "What'cha, uh, working on?"
"Oh, Subject Zero, surprising," he responded at a breakneck pace, "Attempting to modify human appendix to offer alternative function to remove vestigial status. Sidework. Do you require assistance?"
"Uh yeah actually, got a little..... uh..... project," Jack felt the words stumble out her mouth. How would she get him to go along with her scheme? "I got a little idea for a nice prank, y'know."
"Target; Miranda? Questionable 'niceness' involved...." Mordin said, giving Jack a stern look, "Heard of poetry incident. Incorrect of her, payback expected. However, possible Shepard reaction to counter-action, unpleasant...."
"Bitch deserves to get ejected into a supernova!!" Jack snapped back, "All I want to for you to cook something up to fatten her up for me!"
Mordin paused, contemplating Jack's idea, his frown melting into a catlike smile.
"Concept harmless enough, reversible, heart disease from adipose build up easy enough to avoid. Medication difficult to track back...." he paused for a moment longer. "Alright, will pursue operation! Interesting challenge, simpler than organ rewiring.... Return in after hours for product."
"Hey, thanks doc!" she shouted with almost childish glee, "I guess I owe yah one!"
She left with a beaming smile on her face, and Mordin began to work.
Hours later, once everyone went to bed, Jack returned to pick up her tools of revenge. Mordin looked up from his desk when she opened the door, a content smile on his face.
"Rousing success! Lab results in green!" he said with glee, indicating a pillbox and a bag of powder, "Two components synthesized, necessitating two prong attack. Component one; appetite stimulant. Three effects; increases appetite, converts 95% of calories to fat, and supplements nutrition. 'Junk' food can be eaten constantly, lacking nutrients filled in an replaced. Subject remains perfectly at health. Component two; caloric increaser. Contains contains high amounts of calories, when coupled with component one, almost instantly creates adipose. Additionally, compatible with dextro protien, increase of, ahem, quarian troubles."
"Okay, lemme get this straight," Jack said, "Pill increases hunger, and lets you get whatever you want without keeling over, just turns food to fat, and the fairydust makes you straight up fat. Give pill, and spike with powder..."
"Exactly!" Mordin exclaimed, "Simple to use, makes it look somewhat natural. Little to trace. Fun experiment!"
"Alright, you did good, doc," Jack said, scooping up her newfound toys, "Thanks a bundle, ya quack!"
She left the lab, and descended the elevator to return to her quarters underneath engineering. Nothing stood in the way of her revenge against Miranda... Time to put her plans into action.
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