Nexus Effect

Ch.107

“Oh, fuck me.” Brennie sighed since the Office of Naval Intelligence was in a frantic panic. The whole place was turned upside-down and shaking to find any trace of Nora and Yola’s technical specifications, which were supposed to be sealed until they could get permission from the sisters for them considering the stressful scenario they were forced into when the information was obtained. “What was the point of building up this organization, only to see it becoming an incompetent joke?”

“P-please ma’am, forgive us. We didn’t m-mean for this to happen! We’re still adjusting to having so much data at constant risk considering nearly half of the local population are synthetics able to directly access it instead of needing a hardwire connection.” Director Tacpad pleaded with the woman, who even in just a hardsuit, was intimidating beyond belief.

Brennie scoffed at the pathetic statement. What bunch of fresh incompetent idiots did the Empire put here that they would lose information as vital as schematics to the fucking deus ex machina Hail Mary the Chaos Trinity is betting on? The files were missing and instead replaced by dummy files that were notably lacking in the data Tacpad and his team knew was supposed to be in there. Someone in the organization stole the information of two of the Empire’s most valuable citizens, because even if they hadn’t registered properly, they’d earned it with service.

Those specs could be used to replicate Nora and Yola’s fantastic capabilities, any megacorporation would risk forceful disbandment to obtain them and use even a fraction of their contents to turn a hefty life-long profit. As if they hadn’t betrayed the sisters enough, now other Imperials were going to stab them in the backs again?

“This is why I hate bureaucrats and corporations.” Brennie seethed in her hatred. As good as they were at their jobs and place in society, they tended to lose the ball over the fence when it mattered most.

“Did my boss fuck up again?” Huffed Gilda, one of the rare Undead to see in the modern day beyond Equus. The old friend of Rainbow Dash was a stunning beauty and fit the profile of most females on military duty, though she was more muscular and filled out her blue office pantsuit like she could burst out of it by flexing. Her beauty was only hampered by Brennie’s vivid memory of having seen the left side of her face torn off in a siege from Hell. She acted as an agent of ONI, working in the seedier areas of the Empire. Why was she here?

“That fucking rat, Admiral Nox and his crew. They were on board Nora and gathered vital data on her, yet this fucking office of yours were fed with fake information and the real thing is missing.” Brennie told her with restrained fury, her hands clenched into fists as they were wreathed in blood-red Argent plasma. The traditional, lethal, raw shit from Hell. Hellfire was one thing, but this spooked Brennie and she ceased the action. She nearly roasted this building.

“Hm, so either it’s Nox or Nostradomus or the thief is from this office. Nox is an asshole, but I don’t see him betraying the Empire like this. Nostradomus is too happy in life to ruin it like this. It’d be better if we check the dweebs pushing the filing around this office first.” Gilda suggested before she looked with disdain at the unicorn stallion Tacpad, who was sweating and scanning through his omni. “Hey boss, did you find any clue as to where the files went?”

“Might be someone in Clerical, actually. One of the aides said something about seeing a file labeled ‘medical station schematics, forward to department of health’ and sent it onward. I’m tracking that file now, but I’m not optimistic that they wouldn’t utilize it immediately. I’m having everyone send me reports on similar pass-along notes right now. It’s a mess.” Tacpad growled as he took a handkerchief from his breast pocket and wiped his brow while his shock-blue mane spiked up to its natural shape from the stress and his silver fur darkened with his sweat.

“How long will it take for them to ‘scrub’ things down properly?” Brennie asked Tacpad with an impatient growl.

“At least a few hours while we also chase the leads we find. We can tell the departments that have received the files not to use them and to send them back, but then there’s the fact we don’t know if there are any collaborators in wait who could just make the files disappear. At least this isn’t like millenia ago when we still had paper filing.” Gilda snorted with a roll of her eyes and her nominal superior, only because she was assigned to him, not actual rank, glowered at her.

“You know what Gilda? I think it’s time you got back to field work. Feel free to take her with you Lady Brennie.” Tacpad grumbled at the disrespect as continued his work.

“Fucking finally!” Gilda flexed and her blouse’s buttons shot off, leaving her with plunging cleavage and a sigh of relief before then grabbing the front of her pants and yanking them off to reveal jean short-shorts and summoned golden gauntlets with a snap of her talons. In seconds, she went from annoyed office worker to badass bombshell bad-cop. The heavy iron collar designating her Undeath added to the look. “I couldn’t breathe in that monkey suit.”

“Good idea. She would be more useful out there in the field, than being stuck inside with you analyst pencil-neck snowflakes who could barely get any sloppy seconds in, if they were lucky.” Brennie verbally roasted Tacpad before leaving the office. “C’mon Gilda! You’re taking point on this investigation. Where to?”

“First, we’re gonna storm down to clerical, shake it down, then follow the trail manually. Sitting on our asses and digitally chasing it down may find the culprit, but by the time they’re singled out they’ve left and gotten away with it. We’re not gonna let that happen.” Gilda declared with a gleeful sneer on her beak and her lion tail whipping while her wings fluffed up from their carefully preened and pressed clean look. Brennie always liked her.

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“Thank gosh you guys have a milker.” Vinnie cooed as I watched the unbelievably beautiful bunny-wolf cybertronian woman get her golden massive mams milked while she sunned on the beach. The hoses ran into the opened garage door of the bottom floor of the basements.

“I’m surprised you thought we wouldn’t have one.” I snorted in amusement as I too laid back to relax. We found her sunning atop Twilight’s boobs when we finished our tour of her. Yes, her bathrooms have perverted pleasure options inside the stalls. Hardlight projectors, so it was all sanitary, but I had to wonder if that was standard for Imperial public restrooms. I also had to wonder if Twilight was okay with hardlight constructs in her likeness giving cunnilingus.

“Rannoch may be allied with the Empire and have Imperial citizens, but the Tikkun system is still autonomous and not under our rule. We shouldn’t expect you to follow our laws, like the one instating every home has at least one milking device.” Vinnie replied while stroking her yoga-ball breasts and enjoying being drained.

“Fair enough.” I shrugged and enjoyed the heat of the sun, sorta wishing I could tan. I was a bit jealous of Tali’s richer darker purple tone compared to my light lavender. I look like a night elf from World of Warcraft while she looked like a drow. The drow are sexier in my opinion.

I laid there for a while, idly checking on Vinnie, noting how her breasts were shrinking. I’m not sure it’s normal for the breasts to inflate and deflate according to milk retention like that. I thought they were mostly spongy glands that swelled the fuller they got. Whatever, it’s not like this universe is constrained by the rules of physics and biology my home universe is. Then again, they were unbelievably perky, so her glands may well be the-.

“Hm, question? Will Shepard and them run into that little clone problem on the Citadel?” Vinnie asked out of the blue and I hummed with consideration.

“Um...no? They shouldn’t. Not with the Keepers free and able to more actively care for it.” I’ve been checking in when I can. Reports are that the Keepers, while still tending the Citadel, no longer kill themselves the moment they’re touched by someone and also do more, like assist in medical emergencies and aid authorities in flushing out crime. I don’t think they’ll ignore clones of notable military or political authorities.

“But?” Vinnie pressed on as she eyed me. Oh? You like what you see? I thought for a bit only Brennie had her eyes. Then again, I haven’t spoken much with her.

“Well, I can’t promise it won’t happen, but it’s much more unlikely. Besides, with how things are now, it’s more likely that we may not even need to go to the Citadel with Catalyst helping prepare the Crucible from the data the ESA provided from the Prothean site on Mars along with Javik’s assistance in translating it beforehand. If we head there, it’ll be because of an emergency or political bullshit.” At least the Council in this instance of this universe weren’t imcompetant red-tape assholes.

“Then what about that Dark Elf version of the Commander, the one those Kaminoan assholes cloned, the one Wrex pleaded to Lady Death to bring her soul back into?” Vinnie’s rambling stunned me before I freaked out a little bit.

“Wait, what?! Why wasn’t I told about that?!” I screeched in shock and jumped to my feet, then yelped from overbalancing on the sand, sending me stumbling onto Vinnie, which made her yelp and laugh since her beach-ball boobs bounced me a bit before I settled onto them. “Oof, sorry.” I got off of the woman who just chuckled and waved me off.

“It wasn’t very important at the time and Shepard seemed too preoccupied with her new abilities from the reports, so she likely forgot about her clone sister. Don’t worry too much, we’ve kept tabs. Her name is Nicole. She doesn’t have any of Shepard’s own memories, but aside from being an amazonian dark elf, she’s Shepard in all the ways that mattered physically back then.” Vinnie informed me and I sighed.

“So, she might be a problem in the future because people could use her. Thanks for the heads-up.” I was kinda curious now though, I wonder if Penny is okay with morphing to match her clone-sister so I can give her the ear treatment like Marrow and the others have been tormenting Yola and I these past weeks. Just because we have new erogenous zones is no reason to abuse them~...

“No problem. Oh and if you ever want to get frisky, I’m very willing.” Vinnie winked at me and groped her medicine-ball mams as she licked her lips seductively at me. “Now then, I hear you have tentacles, mind giving me some extra fun to top off this relaxing sunbath and milking?”

“Well...I’m not in the mood right now. Sorry.” I apologized, because while I am often up for sex, I’m just not feeling it right now. “Besides, I don’t like sex on the beach. Sand get’s everywhere.”

“Eugh, right. Thanks for reminding me.” Vinnie stuck out her tongue in disgust this time and shrugged. “Well, thanks for the milking and letting me crash at your mansion.”

“Sorry we started to charge people. They act like we run a resort or something, so we started having guests rent rooms.” I snorted, then blinked and looked out towards the two small islands. They were technically mine...no, they were mine. The Rannoch government ‘sold’ the land to us. I was too dumbfucked to remember clearly, but accessing my memory told me someone asked if I would like to purchase the islands using credits earned providing resources. Could I turn them into resort islands and make more money?

“I know that look. Brennie gets it enough. Go for it if you want, Brennie’s made enough resorts that she could definitely give you pointers.” Vinnie encouraged me and I remembered her saying that earlier.

“I still find it hard to believe that Brennie owns getaway resorts.” She really doesn’t seem the type. A chain of gyms or training centers, maybe, but resorts?

“People find it hard to believe Brennie can do anything so elaborate and complex. She uses that to her advantage and everybody becomes fearful of her because of that. She stated a long time ago; ‘We judge things based on outward appearances and overlook the potential that lies within’.” Vinnie said and I felt that was a bit much to say on the matter, but okay.

“Right, well, it’s an idea. I’m gonna go get lunch, do you want anything? Have you topped off your argent reserves?” I asked the cybertronian woman and she rubbed her smooth and fit stomach.

“I’m good for now, thanks for the offer.” Vinnie waved me off and I left her to her sunning.

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“Where are the files?!” Gilda snarled as she shoved a wiry earth pony desk jockey’s face into the floor. Brennie was flushed and getting really turned on at how domineering and rough Gilda was being this whole time. Her competence and sexy-as-sin body helped, but it was also because of that time they met at her city-sized, multi-island resort in the fitness club and she’d just punched a douche who couldn’t take no for an answer into a wall. They hit it off so well and Brennie regretted she wasn’t looking for something serious.

“W-what files?! Agh!” The brown-furred pony screamed as Gilda used her strength to casually snap one of his wrists.

“You can’t fucking play dumb after running when questioned initially! Where the fuck did you send them?! Who did you send them to?!” Gilda shrieked as she put pressure on his other wrist.

“J’ejune! J’ejune Corporation!” The stallion squealed like a pig and Gilda snorted before she cuffed him. He’d be getting a lighter punishment since he was both tortured and provided the demanded intel, but he was still going to be jailed at the least.

“That lazy and corrupt company that cuts corners on everything? Oh fuck no, we’re shutting them down. I’m sick of their shit. Xenogen and the other big megacorporations can have fun picking apart their corpse.” Brennie snarled as she used her omni to report their findings and to begin a full-on crackdown and dismantling of the corrupt megacorp.

They’ve been such a thorn in the economy’s side for producing such exotic, but also dangerous products. One of many reasons Argentines don’t allow Imperial goods into their markets anymore. She shuddered in a mixture of disgust and arousal at remembering the victims of Rubber-Made; people who used the product and turned into living rubber.

How that fucking made it past testing and the Empire’s safety board for casual public distribution, she never knew. It was acceptable on the select fetish markets, but it was marketed wrong and people suffered, even if they enjoyed it a bit too much and could be reverted.

That was only one of J’ejune’s glorious fuckups.

The Gigantism Epidemic and Dwarfism Disease caused by them somehow losing track of rejected batches of Lemon Loftcakes and Strawberry Shortcakes respectively was still a glorious example of unchecked corporate incompetence and corruption.

“There, done. By this time next week, J’ejune will be disbanded and the other megacorps can have fun dissecting their corpse for useful bits. Good work, Gilda.” Brennie praised the operative who smirked and put her talons on her wide egg-bearing hips.

“Yeah, I’m awesome. I know. Now then, let’s drop this guy in the tank so I can be transferred to your team or whatever. I’m done with office work, required occupation rotation be damned.” Gilda snarled as she picked up the stallion, who squeaked at his average build being hoisted up like he was a box of tissues and Brennie turned to head to the security office.

“I’ll see if I can squeeze you in-.” Brennie twitched when she felt the not-unwelcome talon on her ass even through her hardsuit due to the strength she put into the squeeze.

“Isn’t that my job~?” Gilda purred, her leonine torso rumbling while she had the culprit over her shoulder. Said downtrodden data-thief blushed from how the amazonian griffin manhandled him. “I mean, I still remember that time on Kalua Island. That night of passionate hot fucking that filled me with so many fucking eggs that I had to take time off because they were clacking together and making me orgasm too much to work.”

Brennie flushed since she remembered that too. She didn’t demand that Brennie take responsibility because she was putting them up for adoption since she was part of the Surrogacy System anyway. “Y-yeah...it kinda is…” Brennie shuddered and she hurried up when Gilda smacked her suit-clad ass.

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“So, this is what Nicole looks like?” I asked Penny, who was sheepishly complying with my request for her to mimic her clone sister after she realized she had completely forgotten to tell me about her when I roasted her the moment I went back inside for lunch.

“Yeah. I was kinda stunned too. I don’t get the elf ears though. Where’d the kaminoans find the genes for these?” Penny asked as she ran her fingers along the long movable ears, causing her to shiver.

“Maybe it was my CNA? I mean, the sample must’ve been obtained at some point and I can only think the best opportunities for that were from the hair and fluid waste of our shenanigans.” I mirrored her motions with my own ears, which must’ve been my doing after all. I guess it wasn’t Primus who gave me these cute moving ears that perk upward when I’m happy or wilt downward when I’m sad or angry.

“So, wouldn’t she technically be our daughter?” Penny asked and I bit my lip at remembering Penny and I have had so many babies. Speaking of which…

“How are they?” Penny blinked, before smiling gently and rubbing her muscular flat lower tummy.

“Well, I wasn’t able to birth them myself, so sis did that for me. They’re doing well according to their caretakers and our kids from before are doing well. I saw one or two out among the Autobots, but I didn’t get to chat with them since they’re so busy right now.” Penny answered before morphing back to her fluffy vixen form. She considered this her true self, she didn’t like pretending to be something she wasn’t.

“Good. Say, you’ve been doing really well about not needing to breed.” I brought up and Penny proudly posed with her fists on her hips.

“I’ve been using the training given to us at the Fortress of Doom to temper my needs. Also, we’ve been fucking like rabbits in heat, so that helps. At least we’ve been careful aside from Marrow needing to be knocked up repeatedly, but...I wouldn’t deny having another dozen...or several dozen of your’s and Yola’s kids would be wonderful…” Penny bit her lip and her tail wagged excitedly.

“Well...I’m not up for that. Urta has to go to Qwip-Qwip to give birth every other day due to her surrogating so many babies for colonization efforts and parents unable to have children, but unwilling to go to extremes to have them personally. I’d rather you not add more to her plate.” I considered and Penny sighed with an understanding nod.

“Yeah, I don’t get how sis can just pop them out and casually hand them off. That would wreck me. It sucks enough she had to have my kids when it was my job to bring them into this universe.” Penny wilted sadly and I mewled as I hugged her and pet her soft fluffy head.

“There, there. You were busy and didn’t have time. I’m just glad Urta was willing to do that for you.” I kissed her cheek and backed away. “Now then, let’s get some lunch then ask Gidget what she has planned for dinner. I think Gidget said something about-.” The doorbell rang and Jeanne pinged the intercom.

“Madam Penny, Miss Nicole is here.” Jeanne told us and we looked at each other before I helped her quickly redress since she was nude for the display and we hurried downstairs where several people were milling about before, but were now staring agape at the blast-from-the-past image of a mostly-human Shepard in a casual white tank top and jeans with a rucksack at her boot-clat feet.

“So, you’re my mom?” Nicole demanded with Penny’s no-nonsense tone she usually used when in ‘Commander Mode’ and I saw Penny stand straighter.

“Yeah, I guess. Illegitimate or not, you’re my brat. Welcome home, nudity is allowed, no sex in the open. If there’s anything you need, ask, if you have any questions, ask.” Penny then lessened her aggressiveness and awkwardly held her arms open.

“What? You just accept me? No denying it, nothing about leaving me to rot in a tube and be trained as a soldier?” Nicole huffed and thought about it. “Fuck it. I came here because I don’t have any fucking place to be, if you’re offering to let me stay I’ll play nice, but don’t expect me to be all mushy and shit.” Nicole hesitated, then hugged her mom. Aw…