Nexus Effect

Ch.109

“I can’t believe you.” I snarled as I glared at the astromech droid EDI was in.

“Mom…”

“Don’t mom me! You can’t be serious!” I gestured towards the Normandy EDI. She was a ship that had three times the engine power of the original Normandy, stealth systems imported from the Empire so she could cloak as reliably as clandestine ships like Hunter’s Shadow Dagger. She had a Drive Core more suited to one of my Planters than a stealth frigate and was intended to be EDI’s new permanent body after I convert it with her installed!

“I am.” EDI calmly replied and I grit my teeth as my ears wilted.

“But baby…” If you do this, then you might not be able to properly have children with Joker...

“Mom, it’s the right thing to do.” EDI replied staunchly. “B-besides...Jeffrey’s whole life is flying. I’m his wife. I want to be more than just his companion. I...I want to be his whole life. I want to be his ship, his dream. I want nothing more than to experience what you do when you’re being piloted, but with Jeffrey.” I could feel her smile and how flustered she was, even though she was in an emotionless shell right now.

“But you two could never have children then…” I was wondering why EDI wasn’t taking up Chrysanthemum’s offer of a proper bio-synth body.

“Pfft. Please. Mom, we don’t care about having kids. That said, because we might change our minds in the future, there is a...shall we say, private room meant for Jeffrey alone and his chair has more than just a cup for me to feel him inside me.” EDI chirped, her astromech head spinning around as she wobbled on her wheels in anticipation. “There’s also the fact that anyone you turn into a Transformer has the notable ability to change size and I’d be compatible with Imperial size-restriction magic. I’m not trapped in a bad situation if you do this for me.”

“...Okay. You’ve clearly dedicated yourself to this sweetie. When do you want to do it?” I wish I hadn’t taken EDI’s insistence that I come alone. I could use Yola’s support in helping make a less impulsive decision. Especially since I decided to share the Matrix of Leadership with her, declaring her my ‘second’ and effectively making her de-facto ‘leader’ when I’m not around.

I don’t get why the Matrix of Leadership causes others to instinctively seek me out for advice, I don’t like it even though I appreciate that they value my input. I’m nobody special when it comes to having a guiding hand. I prefer to let people guide themselves. In this, I suppose I can’t tell EDI not to go through with what she’s been working towards these past few months.

“Right now! I’m tired of being in this droid or just hooking up to larger systems, I want my body! I want to be the Normandy! I want to feel again! I haven’t felt anything since I was organic and Project Overlord ripped my mind from my body. Please mom. I need this. I want this.” EDI pleaded with me, her black opaque mono-eye somehow conveying desperation.

“Okay sweetie. I’ll do it, but we need you to be in your new chassis if you want to get started.” I smiled when my daughter cheered and she zipped towards the ship with a speed that would make olympic Vinnies envious. I followed at a casual pace, enjoying EDI’s impatient calls for me to hurry up. Eventually I was at the bridge, noting how empty the ship felt without anyone aboard.

“Okay mom, I’m in.” EDI said after she docked in her astromech socket.

I took a deep breath and dove my hands into my cleavage, pulling out large jugs of Argent. “I’m going to top-off and overfill my tanks so I don’t possibly kill myself, okay?”

“Oh! There’s still Argent stored on board. If you need to, feel free to tap those too.” EDI informed me while I chugged the first jug of Argent.

“*Gulp* Ah~. Actually, you might need those in a minute. We’ll also need to have an Argent Slime brought on board to keep all the cybertronians fueled along with you. We can’t rely on Penny and Urta since they’ll be more active, so a dedicated slime like Celise would be a good idea.” I said to my daughter before going for the next jug.

“Don’t worry, we actually already arranged to have Celise join the crew for those duties. She’ll be supplied with an Imperial Nutrition Flask so she can create Argent on demand instead of needing to milk sustenance from people to convert into Argent. Knowing her though, she’ll still be a voracious sexual predator hunting seminal and breast fluids.” EDI giggled and I nodded in agreement with that assessment of Celise.

“*Gulp * Oof...okay. Be ready to help me recover, sweetie.” I took out a few more jugs and crawled up to my daughter. I hugged her astromech droid body and kissed her head-.

[1001100 01101001 01101110 01100101]

I opened my eyes to the starry expanse of my soulscape, fully prepared for this outcome. I stretched over the thorny rose bushes and relaxed while the gentle ever-present breeze brought cherry blossom petals over me.

“I really should have given you Solus’s Spark. You continue to Create despite the risks.” Primus said proudly from nearby and I hummed in content. “I hope you realize that by doing this, you’ve ensured your peaceful times have come to an end and now you must face violence again.”

“My peace couldn’t last forever. Better to get it over with than let it pile up. The Doom Marines are hindering Hell, not stopping them. They’ll come sooner rather than later. It’s for the best we get a move on, especially since the Planters have rebuilt the Relay Network.” I replied to my dad and looked over towards him. “So, any advice before I wake up?”

“I can’t quite think of anything you wouldn’t. Perhaps you should consider asking your sister instead of me, considering she is your second and close to being another daughter to me.”

[1001100 01101001 01101110 01100101]

I reactivated in the med bay with an IV of Argent supplying me through what passed for my veins. “You cannot stop us.” A female voice whispered to me from a small golden projection of a twisted angelic figure appearing next to my bed. “The consumption of this and the next universe will continue the flow of energy.”

“Get bent and fuck off. You’re inside my daughter and I don’t appreciate it.” I disrupted the projection with a zap of channeled Argent from a finger and sat up. “Hey EDI! How are you?”

“I’m great! Morning mom, you’ve been asleep the past couple of days. You really conked out from converting me. We’ve already loaded me up and we’re preparing for my maiden flight!” EDI said over her intercom and Karin Chakwas approached from her office with a soft smile.

“You and your shenanigans, Nora. EDI has been so much more lively ever since you bound her to the ship. Sometimes I worry that she’ll faint from overexcitement, but she’s the engineer’s ‘medical’ concern, not mine.” Chakwas undid the IV and promptly pushed me out of her med bay. “Now get out, you’re not sick, so open the bed.”

“You’re all heart, doctor.” I playfully snarked and ensured my tendies were covering my naughty bits.

“Oh, don’t start.” Chakwas joked as I left her be. Chakwas and I have buried the hatchet over the years and she was fairly grateful to be at the center of all this ridiculousness.

After that, I toured EDI’s body. She was easily a bit bigger than the SR-2, but not by much. She was possibly the same tonnage as the retired heavy frigate White-Out now, but considering she’s a Transformer and utilizing technology from three science-fantasy-fictions, she’s definitely going to be hitting well above her weight class.

There was a dimensionally expanded crew quarters and cargo bay, causing EDI to have the crew space of a cruiser and the cargo space of one too. This was so she could act as a troop carrier, since my Autobots, a small battalion strong at roughly 300-ish. Some joked about being Spartans, but I nixed that comparison when Ghost joked about it. I’m not tempting fate like that.

That said, there was more than enough room for everyone, more than enough supplies and with Celise acting as a dedicated Argent source in a section of engineering dedicated entirely to Argent storage and distribution, EDI wouldn’t have to worry about her Argent levels while in her ship form. I know this much because I’m currently being molested by the amorous Argent slime.

“Celise~! I’m not here for sex~!” I whined as I struggled against the surprisingly strong turquoise glowing goo gal. I hadn’t even properly checked in with everyone, I was just taking the tour with EDI giving explanations.

“Aw, but Paretia and Marrow aren’t here and I wanna suck your dick~!” The melty mare whined as she undulated her goo mound around my pelvis. “But what happened to it?! Are you okay?!”

“My penis has become a tentacle Celise and I don’t get aroused enough to cum through it unless I engage my pleasure receptors in it. So no trying to milk Yola and I when we’re not in the mood.” I pouted at her and she whined as she returned to her ‘swimming pool’ that contained all that was her. She was currently topped-off for EDI so any extra Argent she might need to burn could be pulled from this steamy reservoir named Celise right away.

“Fine, but I want cummies later!” Celise demanded and I snorted in fond amusement with a roll of my optics.

“Yes Celise, I’ll let you drive me crazy and force me to cum buckets later.” I giggled at her happy cheer as I left her chamber, aptly labeled the ‘Slime Sloot’ room with a heart graffitied in slime next to it. Celise absolutely loved her job, I knew that from the beginning, but I’m still a bit sad that someone, anyone, could revel in being a total shameless slut without moderation.

Now then, I’ve toured the expanded crew quarters, but I don’t know where I’m bunking yet. EDI was too vague and hurrying me along to-. “Now that you’re done with my resident slime sloot-*snicker*-room, go check out the hangar, armory and my gunnery deck!” Speak of the devil and she speaks back.

“Calm down EDI, I can take the whole tour later. I kinda want to know where I’m shacking up so I can lie down. I’m still a bit woozy.” It wasn’t Argent depletion, my system tells me I need more downtime to refresh my drives.

“But I want you to see what a beautiful ship you’ve turned me into~!” EDI whined like a child and I smiled before I heard the intercom ping.

“You’re rooming in the Private Suites of the crew deck, Nora.” Joker informed me and EDI mewled in defeat at being overridden by both her mom and her husband.

“Jeff~! I wanted mom to see what she’s done for me~!” EDI whined before the intercom shut off.

“My goodness. Now, what sort of room was I given?” I sighed and rubbed my face before I backtracked to the crew quarters and followed the signs to the private suites. I was a bit discomforted by the clear separation between us and the rest of the crew. Penny and her inner circle got the ‘private’ section to ourselves, while everyone else had to share bunks. It didn’t feel right.

At least until I realized the ‘private suites’ meant shared rooms between members of our group. I smiled at seeing my name along with Yola, Penny, Ash and Tali, but...I was a bit worried at seeing Urta was with us too. Why wouldn’t she be with Brennie, Vinnie and Gilda? Are they having a time-out? I entered the room and was a mixture of sad and relieved that it was empty, so I went to the nearest bunk and crawled into it. Then I screamed when I fell through the mattress onto a bouncy bed! The fuck?!

“Ha! I’d apologize for the scare, but I didn’t tell you about the dimensional pocket rooms each bed connects to. It’s the same for each bunk across the ship. Everyone has their own private space! Since Princesses Urta and Twilight are aboard, I got the same extravagant treatments as the royal quarters of any ship the Imperial Royalty rides in. This room is yours to customize.” EDI tittered and clicked off her intercom so I couldn’t scream at her for scaring me.

I huffed and looked around the sparse space. There was this sinfully soft yet firm bed that both sunk in for comfort, but supported me in a way that was beyond belief. Other than that, there was just a nightstand, ensuite bathroom and a dresser. I could get to making more furniture later, right now, I just want a nap...

[1001100 01101001 01101110 01100101]

“Hey sis.” I heard Yola softly whisper and then I moaned when I felt her grabbing my breasts, snapping me awake and looking up at her lecherous gaze as she straddled my hips. “You did good for EDI. She’s so damn happy, I haven’t seen her this joyful since she married Joker.”

“Well, aren’t you frisky.” I chuckled in a drowsy tone before she lowered to mash our breasts together and kiss me deeply. “Mm~...*smooch* what’d I do to earn that~?”

“Being a good mom, that’s what you did.” Yola kissed me again and I felt my lust rising-.

“Hey Yol-ah. Sorry to interrupt, but everyone needs to be on the bridge for EDI’s maiden voyage.” Penny said from above, causing me to look up at the low-ish ceiling over the bed at her head poking through it like it was the surface of a fluid.

“Aw.” Yola pouted and stood up, rising through the ceiling and climbing out of my room. I followed and looked at the way the ‘mattress’ in the bunk bed rippled like water or like those paintings from Super Mario 64. “C’mon sis, EDI needs us there to witness her first takeoff.”

“Sure thing.” I moved to leave, but Penny stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips.

“Where are you going?” Penny demanded in disapproval and I blinked in confusion. “This is a military vessel and I may run it with a lot of leniency, but there is to be no nudity beyond the bunk rooms. Put on real clothes Nora, Yola.”

“H-huh? But my tendies are-.”

“Part of your body and thus not clothes. Put your suits on ladies. I may enjoy the show, but the least you can do for anyone uncomfortable with such prodigious assets on display is to cover up.” Penny declared and I shared a pout with my sister before we then shared a sigh of defeat.

“Okay.” We whined before reaching into our respective cleavages to fish for our enviro-suits and got dressed for the first time in years. It felt confining...but at the same time it was liberating. These suits were updated versions for our current forms, but it felt like I’d never stopped wearing it even if I would rather feel the air on my skin. “There, happy?” We huffed and Penny licked her chops as she circled us and I don’t know about Yola, but I felt good that she was examining us so lecherously after dressing up.

“Just as skin tight and sexy as ever. I approve since you’re covering up. As your wife I doubly approve for keeping your bodies on display. Let’s go join the others on the bridge.” Penny slapped our asses and we squealed before giggling and following her to the front.

Once on the bridge, it was easy to find our group clustering behind Joker’s chair, which now seemed almost like an armored pod after the conversion. “Okay, now that everyone’s here, are you ready, EDI?” Joker asked his wife, who purred.

“I was born ready Jeff. Take me. Fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars.” EDI breathed in such a sexy tone that I blushed at hearing my daughter speak like that.

“You got it honey. All hands, prepare for liftoff.” Joker announced and we all stood ready for any shock the takeoff would impart despite the Mass Effect inertial dampeners. “Oh, right. Hold on a moment!” Joker grunted and stood up from his-he’s had work done. Joker had cybernetics implanted along his spine and I saw faint evidence of scarring along his arms when the much taller and healthier man produced a bottle of wine from his seat. “Gotta christen you babe.”

“Wine~? Aw, you didn’t have to~...” EDI giggled while Joker went to the bridge airlock, opened it and hung out of it by a hand with ease.

“I hereby christen thee: EDI!” Joker declared and smashed the bottle against her hull and everyone clapped. I was glad they weren’t keeping the Normandy name. The first died, the second was likely out of nostalgia. My daughter though, she was her spiritual successor, not her daughter.

“Oh~ Jeff…” I do not want to dwell on how aroused she sounded while Joker closed the airlock and returned to his seat.

“Save it for the night cycle, babe. We’ve got some flying to do. Launching in T-minus ten seconds people, we’re already clear for takeoff.” Joker warned us before he expertly brought EDI out of her moorings and EDI cooed as he maneuvered her through the designated path she was approved for. Then, the instant she was in the upper atmosphere, he gunned her and she squealed in excitement as he brought us halfway between Rannoch and the Relay within minutes. “Fastest ship in the Milky Way babe! Woo!”

“I’ve achieved lesser FTL without leaving realspace! Yes! Push me Jeff! Push me~!” EDI squealed excitedly and everyone began to disperse, several people with blushes as EDI revelled in how Joker could take her performance so far with such ease. At least I can rest easy knowing that EDI can outrun nearly any ship in this galaxy and the next.

“So, what’s the plan, Commander?” Brennie questioned as she rolled her head around, stretching out her neck while Gilda rubbed her neck and shoulders with a disapproving leer at her for some reason. Vinnie was next to them and just rolling her optics.

“The Citadel first, to touch base with the Council, then to Earth. Earth would normally be first since it’s on the way, but with Anderson on the Council I can get most of the political issues done first. After this, since EDI isn’t a registered SSV, she needs to be registered as an official freelance contractor vessel for military and political purposes.” Penny announced and Brennie groaned.

“Ugh! Military I get. I don’t want any asshole shooting EDI down because she didn’t register as a friendly to any allies, but politics? When are we ever not shackled to twats in seats of power, who do nothing but bitch and moan?” Brennie huffed disdainfully.

“Hey!” Urta and Twilight shouted in unison as their respective tails twitched.

“Don’t you ‘Hey’ me! I’m in the same boat as you!” She countered. Huh, she’s a political figure back in her own galaxy, but she doesn’t seem like the type to follow rules. Brennie really is a rebel, but I guess even she’s forced to obey the rules. “That said, since EDI is essentially a shared ship in terms of jurisdiction between the Milky Way and Andromeda, I suppose she needs to have as much verification to register as a diplomatic ship, not just a warship.”

“Geez girl, chill. You’re tighter than a fucking suspension bridge cable.” Gilda grumbled and hooked one of her arms and then Vinnie’s, causing them to blink. “Alright, time for a de-stress.”

“Oh! Right, I have playlists!” EDI chirped and suddenly a soft recent cover of Frank Sinatra’s Fly Me To The Moon began to play and I sighed happily at this silly family I’m part of.