Nexus Effect

Ch.152

“...What do you fucking mean the batarians have her?!” Visilia demanded angrily on the bridge of the EDI. They were making their way through the Terminus systems to rescue Nexus when they were informed by local authorities that the planet-sized beauty was being held for questioning.

“Well, not the Batarians per-say. She is in an Omega controlled system and they’re pulling politics and protocol. They’re not holding her for more than a debrief with the local authorities. It certainly doesn’t help that this system is in a first contact situation that we stumbled into, so now we’re being detained too until the situation is cleared up.” Joker explained to her as they waited for word from the cruiser that was quite legally demanding everyone sit still for now. “Basically, we’ve flown into a political shit storm that is being handled surprisingly well by this captain.”

“For fuck’s sake.” Visilia growled in frustration, rubbing her forehead at the outcome. “If anything happens to her during that debrief and it was intentional, I’m setting Berserker on all of them. I don’t care about the backlash, I just want my wife back.” She stated and Joker gulped in fear, hoping it wouldn't come to that. They really didn’t need things to escalate to an all-out war.

“I’m sure it won’t come to that. Besides, she’s the size of a planet. I don’t think they’ll be able to do much to her.” Joker said as he tried to soothe her anger.

“Maybe, but just to be sure I’ll set up some teams.” Visilia told him as she used her omni-tool to do so. “I get the feeling the batarians won’t be in control for-.”

“Heads up! One Hellish gate signature-!” EDI shouted moments before a small portal opened and out walked Marauder. He was standing right in front of Nexus.

“Shit! No, not now!” The Alicorn Queen cursed as Joker looked at her in confusion.

“What do you mean by ‘not now’?” The pilot inquired as he moved the ship to intervene whatever the demon was up to.

“Bryan! Marauder’s here! Get-!” Before she could continue barking out orders, Visilia suddenly disappeared.

“What the-?! Jeffery, I lost their signal! They’re not on board!” EDI exclaimed in horror as the crew searched the ship for their Argentine allies.

“Oh, man, this can’t be happening.” Joker muttered as this was the worst time for them to disappear. “Was all of this planned by Hell?”

“It had to have been. Maybe the invasion of the Milky Way was a diversion?” EDI theorised as they closed in. “Why hasn’t Marauder tried to kill Nexus?”

“Maybe he knows anything he does wouldn’t make a difference. After all, she’s clearly the lynchpin to screwing them-he’s stalling.” Joker aimed his wife at the demon, but held back, aware that Marauder could call in who knows what kind of attack force and having EDI in the middle of it would be reckless.

“No, Joker, I’m not. I’m only here to tell you all that; the Argentine Alliance has been forced back to Devorak, but you still have to contend with our forces. With that, try your luck and see how far their training has got you.” Marauder chuckled as he stepped aside from the portal, which expanded and Hellish forces began pouring forth.

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“Why is Hell attacking?” Penta groaned as she fought to protect me from the ships attempting to land upon my flesh and find an entrance to board. Too bad for them, she’s occupying my inner sanctum already, so any attempt to get inside would be drowned and devoured.

“Maybe they knew I’d be here somehow?” I calmly replied from where I was pinned to the planetoid by my ass, shoulders and wrists due to the intense invisible force the trio of Hellish dreadnoughts were exerting on me. If I wasn’t bound to this space rock, I’d be crushing you fucks in my hands! I can’t even deploy my tendrils since my back is pressed into the planetoid!

“You’re half right about that.” I froze up at the voice of Marauder when he ascended from the ground with demonic wings from his back. “It was by chance that my sister, Bandit, found you shackled here by these pitiful mortals and their pathetic politics and protocols. A race that has committed many sins throughout their entire history and they have bent the rules in their favor. Why bother?” Oh, this motherfucker has the gall to question my choices?! “Yes, I do. Because you’re a fucking moron that is wasting my brother’s time and effort in protecting your sorry ass, you good-for-nothing cuntbag.”

“Fuck you!” I really want to strangle this arrogant prick for talking down to me like that! “If these ships weren’t restraining me, you would be-!”

“What? Sorry? Begging for my life? I don’t beg for forgiveness, I hunger for vengeance. Nothing more, nothing less. It is as simple as breathing air.” I growled as Marauder leaned forwards. “Just like Berserker, he seeks justice through vengeance, but you have made him weak, holding him back with the weight of your morales, forcing him to follow through your principles. Admit it; you’re all control freaks.”

“...What the absolute fuck are you talking about?!” It’s like someone lost the script! Since when was I doing any of that?! I get these are demons and all, but just how delusional are they?!

“Sorry, I was talking to Urta.” Marauder corrected himself.

“Hey, I’m in here, but be a bit more specific, asshole. I mean, specific about who you’re speaking to. Anyway, that was how things used to be. When was the last time you got a refresh on your link to Bryan?” Penta huffed in similar frustration and I nodded. I mean, c’mon. Save your rivalry drama for another time since Bryan/Brennie aren’t here to kick your ass.

“Can we just get on with this? I thought you were here to kill me?” I demanded in annoyance. “As the running gag in Monty Python and the Holy Grail stated, just get on with it.”

“That’s rather defeatist. I didn’t get that sort of impression of you.” Marauder commented in a mixture of surprise and disappointment.

“No, I’d just rather get it over with so your sorry ass is gone sooner.” I clarified and that got the demonic copy to roll his eyes.

“Fine.” Marauder flew a good distance away, activating a Crucible Greatsword and prepared to strike me down.

This was interrupted by a bright flash that I remember from when Yola and I got nabbed! The Great Fox suddenly warped in! Several Wolfens and Arwings launched before the ship vanished just as quickly! “Sorry for the scare! Had to rush over to some recent friends!” Vinnie called over the comms and I fangirled so damn hard inside! I can’t exactly do that while I’m pinned, after all.

“How? Devorak should be...right. Another transdimensional method we haven’t seen yet. Great. At least I get to have some fun. In the meantime, you should scan one of the dreadnoughts and weigh their chances of success.” Marauder suggested and I looked up at one of them.

“Oh, shit.” The dreadnoughts, they’re too heavily defended. Even with the feats an Arwing or Wolfen can pull off, along with the firepower it carries, it’s still not enough to break through. The Argent energy shields are too strong along with how durable it’s hull was. They each boasted a hefty amount of defense turrets to intercept enemy fighters and missiles and everything imaginable, including the kitchen sink. “You son of a bitch!”

“Do you remember the phrase; ‘The best defense, is a good offense’? That’s what we built them for and it is that very purpose he would not commit to attacking any of them so blindly.” Marauder said before igniting his Crucible sword when Berserker ejected from his Arwing, brandishing his own Crucible. However, his didn’t activate. “What’s wrong, brother? Can’t get it up?”

“What did you do?!” Penta growled through my lips while Berserker looked down at his demonic-looking Crucible in bemusement. He’s impressively calm about this turn of events. If I was up against a planet-splitting sword and my own planet-splitting sword decided not to work for some reason, I’d be much more not-chill.

“I did nothing. His Crucible is a very special case and it has deemed him unworthy now.” Marauder claimed cheekily as he waved his glowing red Big-Ass Sword around.

“Which is weird to be honest. It worked just fine before.” Bryan mused and I felt a bit confused. They’re bitter enemies, right? There’s a space-battle happening all around them, right? Why are they so calm?! Is this just another Tuesday?! “I guess the Maykrs on your side has something to do with it?”

“I’m surprised God himself didn’t see that coming.” Marauder snorted before deactivating his Crucible.

“Jehovah isn’t exactly direct about things. You know how gods work.” Bryan huffed and rolled his eyes. “Whatever, I don’t need a Crucible to kick your sorry ass!”

“Are we ever sorry about anything?” Marauder asked with a dismissive shrug.

“You’re so pathetic, you apologize to existence just by breathing!”

“Oo, burn!” I couldn’t help the comment and Marauder gave me an ugly look. Ew. I don’t want to think of Bryan’s handsome face making a nasty expression like that, stop it.

“Do I? Well then, I hope my apologies are so overwhelming that you cringe to death!” Marauder snarled and I looked at Bryan, who stashed his ‘broken’ sword hilt before he took out an ornate-looking sword from his left hip. The words engraved on the crimson blade spelled out ‘The Hell’s Bane’. “Very well. Let us battle with steel and mettle. See if your resolve is still there and not tainted by the weak. Oh, by the way, mind the fleshy space ball.”

“Wait, what-?” Oof! Again with something launching into my tits from FTL! What was that?!

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Sarah Kerrigan, the newborn Xel’Naga who arose from the failed attempt by Amon to end life in the universe, was jolted awake by the impact of her vessel. Said impact went wrong. According to the synaptic feedback timing, they weren’t due to arrive on the planet Abathur had set their presence on for a bit. The damage calculations and material spread was also drastically off. The vessel had sustained almost no damage on impact and no flesh was scattered about to aid in the conversion of the planet Abathur had claimed. “Report! What has happened?!”

“My queen! We have been forced off course by means of an unfamiliar tractor beam signature into a planetary body uncannily akin to your preferred shape.” The rudimentary simulated intelligence of the ship/comet replied and Sarah had to ponder what such a thing could mean. Her preferred humanoid form? Did that mean there were other humans in the universe beyond her home galaxy? Or at least other species similar to humans?

Wait, tractor beam?! “Launch the Buzzers! Attack the ships that forced us to move off course!” Sarah snarled and with a psionic command, her suit of organic armor walked towards her and she practically stepped into it. It was literally a second skin wrapped around her glowing golden flesh and her flowing mane of fiery psionic energy-hair contained within a chitinous and bone-armored fleshy carapace that mirrored her old form as the Queen of Blades.

“This action cannot be carried out. The aggressors are nowhere to be found.” The ship/comet replied and Sarah felt confusion. How could that be? Ships with tractor beams needed to be within visual range to tangibly affect something, especially something as massive as her comet of flesh hurtling through space just as it came out of warp.

To try and figure it out, Sarah took over the comet’s senses and was bewildered at the sight of nothingness around them save the odds and ends scattered about this void that made the Void seem more substantial aside from the physical objects floating about. She could see giant fluid tanks, pumps, asteroid-sized balls of scrap and junk. Is that an unnervingly well-organized floating pyramid stack of baby food? Where is this place? There’s even an entertainment center.

Sarah was about to have her drones investigate by scouting, when she noticed a single odd speck of...she wouldn’t call it light, but an infinitesimally small spatial distortion no bigger than a pinhead. If not for all the focused visual organs looking for things, she’d never have noticed it. With a thought, she seized control of a Buzzer and the simple flight-capable drone with a shell mostly composed of vacuum-proof bone and cartilage flew straight for it, only to vanish into the anomaly and her senses connected to it to similarly cease to exist.

“That’s our entry point, go through.” Sarah ordered and the comet-like ship flew towards it. The distortion opened to wrap around the ship, only to get stuck on what she felt was an unusually plush and supple surface that felt quite familiar. It was flesh, but it also was not. It was a fake flesh. Sarah only took a moment to realize it felt like breast or buttock flesh. She sincerely hoped it was the former and not the latter.

Either way, they’d impacted a genuinely gigantic entity and wound up in a spatial anomaly tied to this entity through the actions of tractor beams. She could once more sense and control her drone, along with Abathur and his planetary flesh coating fostering the Creep beneath it to protect it from the searing heat of the planet’s surface.

Through the drone, she could see the unbelievably beautiful and hyper-hourglassed giantess her ship was nestled in the cleavage of pinned by three genuinely stereotypically Evil dreadnoughts pinning her in place while another unrealistically shaped female of gigantic size, made of what her senses hungrily observed was raw liquid biomass much purer than Creep, trying valiantly to defend the light purple space-elf from smaller Evil-looking ships with her body connected via tendril to the lavender elf’s vagina.

Just what in the name of all that is sensible in the universe did she stumble into this time?

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“Ah, shit.” Vinnie groaned when she saw the fleshy space ball that had just crashed into Norola’s bosom. This was not the way she wanted this to turn out. “I guess I have no choice.” With that, she flew in close, seeing Bryan battling it out with Marauder. Yet, she noticed her brother struggling against his counterpart, more so than he should be. “What the Hell? Why is he losing? Where’s his Crucible?”

“Marauder said something about it rejecting him.” Norola answered as she watched on, helplessly looking on in worry for Bryan.

“Hm, I wonder why~?” Vinnie’s right brow twitched in annoyance at hearing the voice of Bandit. “Hehe~! You and the others are losing your edge.”

“What the Hell does that supposed to mean?!” The bunny-wolfess growled as she tried to find where that devil counterpart of hers was hiding.

“Oh, nothing much, but you’re smart. You can figure it out~.” Bandit taunted her and Vinnie didn’t like that. It usually means she’s either where she needed to be or was speaking the truth that no one wanted to hear or admit.

“Tell. Me.” Vinnie demanded through her grit teeth.

“Oh, would you look at that~. It’s Sarah Kerrigan and her little zerglings!” That alone made Vinnie’s heart skip a beat, not because the Queen of Blades was here, but where Bandit was right now. “Hm, this may provide a rather interesting outcome~.”

“Norola, she’s inside your body!” Vinnie warned the giantess as she flew her Wolfen towards Norola’s head.

“What?! How?! My interior is flooded with Penta’s slime and I didn’t even notice her!” Norola panicked while Penta was still busy trying to keep the Legions of Hell away. “Please, stop her! Whatever she is doing isn’t going to end well!” Then her eyes dilated. “Ah...ah…”

“No!” Vinnie tried to use her powers to warp to Nexus’s control bridge, only for her to spasm and gasp as her body violently rejected her old magic and her Relic Eye ceased working with an agonized screech from Tzeentch echoing in her mind. The insanity-inducing shriek actually pained her to a degree that she thought red was a delicious flavor and meat was a lovely color for her bone bicycle.

With a deranged giggle, she twirled her long bunny ears together where they were forced out of the top of her helmet and suddenly she was in front of Bandit. “There you are! My favorite person!” Vinnie cheered as her ears fired a shotgun she couldn’t remember having there, why in the ears and not her feet? She has such big bunny paws, perfect for tenderizing the meat!

“*ptoo*So a brief moment of insanity is enough to get you back on track, better be careful about that.” Bandit snarled through her shredded cheek and Vinnie laughed at the silly face the demonic-looking human woman was making. Why is she all naked like that? Doesn’t she know fur is fantastic?! “Doesn’t matter, I’ve made this slut higher than a kite. She’s helpless and soon she’ll be our new flagship!”

“Don’t bet on it.” Came the buzzing voices of dozens of sources, causing Bandit to look around at the wall of slime, which had retreated and revealed the hallways around them were practically covered in purple bone-blade-bearing-bug-bastards. “I don’t know what’s going on here, but you’re clearly the aggressor. Any last words?”

“...Fucking damn it!” Bandit spat and vanished in a flash of red light before several of the creepy-cute-cuddle bugs could skewer the silly woman on their pokey-stick arms.

“Where did she go?!” Barked one of them as Vinnie wobbled on her paws before falling back into a chair. She could swear she saw Guardian out the side of her eye before the delusion faded. “Are you alright?” One of the bugs asked her and Vinnie realized she wasn’t in a chair, but one of the purple bug-monsters had caught her and used the flat sides of it’s blade arms as a seat for her butt.

“I-I’ll be fine. I just seem to have had a relapse.” Vinnie was shaken. She used to be like that all the time? Or at least most of the time. The thought of being insane again suddenly terrified her. She didn’t know when she became sane, but she now feared the negligent and impulsive nature of her wild side. How hadn’t she hurt any of her loved ones? Did she and she had never realized it? No wonder she was so confused over her gender before, at least now she felt distinctly comfortable as a female, even if she seriously missed her male reproductive organs.

“Take it easy then. Things outside have suddenly taken a turn for the better. My Librarian has sacrificed a good portion of our available Creep stores to batter down the shield of one of the dreadnoughts and your ships have gutted it. Then there was this supremely pissed man who beat the shit out of the demon who stabbed your other angel in the stomach.” The Zerglings informed her and Vinnie gasped before trying to warp, only to scream when her Eye burned her like a flaming hot coal and she collapsed against the Zerglings. “Psionic backlash! Don’t try that again! You might fry your brain!”

“Agh...guh…” Vinnie felt the simulated tear ducts that kept her artificial relic eye moist so her eyelid could close properly dry out as her blinking failed to cool it off any quicker as her golden optic got blurry with oily tears. That’s right. Tzeentch’s power is based on insanity and other maddening concepts. She’s too sane now! Her eye is a bomb in her skull!

“Thank you for catching her when she fell. I’ll be taking her home.” A saddeningly familiar female voice said and suddenly Vinnie was laying in a bed somewhere rather than in the arms of the dubiously helpful Zerg. She continued blinking through the tears and the hot relic eye to take in...her room. Her old room. It was dusty from thousands of years of neglect, but it was her room. Back home. On the planet that was erased!

“Wha? How?” Vinnie asked in shock, only to feel lethargy strike and she fell unconscious.