Nexus Effect

Ch.153

“Where did Berserker and Runner go?” The handsome dark-skinned man named Jacob asked as the leaders of this group gathered in the oddly named ship; the EDI’s conference room. The giantess android named Nexus was still being sanctified by a priest of all things and swept over for further sabotage efforts by her drones. The giantess slime vixen named Penta was also a little panicked since her husbands and wife had vanished, especially when two were injured. Also, said giantess slime vixen was now normal-sized and in the conference room.

Sarah Kerrigan had no idea how any of this was possible.

“I have no clue, but the last time they disappeared so suddenly was back when we were evacuating from our planet after Hell destroyed it over in our universe.” Visilia said hauntedly, clearly the death of her home had impacted her heavily, as it should. Penta was at her side within a split second, hugging her wife from behind and nuzzling her neck while Visi interlaced their fingers and accepted the comfort.

An alternate universe?!

“Odd, should we fear this person that took them away?” Miranda asked as she continued to pour over information that Sarah assumed regarded this sortie, as well as searching for relevant past instances of the Doom Marines vanishing without a trace.

Seriously, casual teleportation technology?

“No, it was most likely Guardian, somehow. She’s supposed to be dead, but I thought I saw her on the camera hugging Vinnie for a brief instant when I reviewed Nexus’s camera feed.” Visilia explained and Miranda promptly summoned the image onto the hologram table for everyone to see the cloaked figure hugging this ‘Vinnie’ in a still frame.

Sarah didn’t even see that! She had her Zerglings surrounding the anthropomorphic android woman and there was nobody else there! What is this?!

“Who is that?” Jacob asked curiously, since it seemed this Guardian was not malicious in her abduction. Sarah appreciated someone able to keep calm in a situation, she could use some herself because she was still freaking out over a person who wasn’t there whisking away someone from her grasp. She didn’t even feel a psionic signature. Someone like that could be anywhere and nobody would know unless they had that giantess android’s cameras or this Guardian wanted people to know she was there.

“Think of Guardian as their mother, but only for Vinnie, Bryan, Rico, Edward and Kevin. Slayer and Carnage are not associated with her.” Visilia added on and everyone nodded in understanding and helped Sarah relax a bit. An overprotective mother she could understand. She may not have ever had children, but her own creations among the Zerg she felt distinct affection for above the rest.

“Okay, so their mom came by and took them someplace? Does this have to do with the melodrama that they seem to be doing lately?” Jacob queried and Visilia leered at him. “Just saying, you lot are rather dramatic to the point of life sometimes feeling like a soap opera around you all. I think Penny manages that well enough without being overdramatic.”

“Hey!” Penta barked huffily and Visi patted her hands. “I am not a drama queen!”

“He didn’t say you were, you took it that way yourself and created drama.” The purple humanoid cybernetic equine named Twilight stated as she stepped forward. “As the highest authority in the room besides Visilia and Penta, I believe we can safely declare the Doom Siblings are out of reach right now. We can function without them, although it will be difficult with several of their loyalists lacking enthusiasm when they’re not around. The Empire still has entire legions of soldiers who pretty much worship them.”

“That said, I believe this is a good time for negotiations to properly begin.” Sarah spoke up from where she’d been patiently waiting in the ring of people around the room for her business to become relevant once the discussion about the disappearance of several key military leaders was done. Seriously though, how often does this happen for them all to be so casual about it?

“Yes, I believe so. Who are you? What is your purpose here?” Twilight politely questioned with a soft smile and Sarah felt bemused as to the friendly manner the beautiful mare used with her.

“Well, as I said, I am Sarah Kerrigan. I’m a Xel’Naga, as much as I wish I wasn’t. I am the Queen of Blades, ruler of the Zerg by right of conquest and usurpation of the Overmind. I have steered my people away from the ravenous horde of aimless conquerors they were meant to be and come here to find a new home, away from the prejudices of my enemies who would sooner see every Zerg incinerated than allow me to guide them to a bright future.” Sarah then blinked, bemused again at how open she’d just been with the winged anthro equine.

“Well, allow me to welcome you formally to the Milky Way Galaxy, Queen Kerrigan.” Twilight bowed and the Xel’Naga felt something she hadn’t felt since she was human and again with all the attempts by Raynor to ‘save’ her from herself. She was flustered, unused to such genuine congeniality.

“Just Sarah is fine. You’re not one of my subjects, so I won’t expect you to refer to me as a superior.” It would be nice to have someone to talk to on equal footing too. Being Queen was great and all, but the eternal subservience of her adopted people was grating at times.

“Queen, huh? Is that just a title or is there a Mister or Missus Kerrigan?” The heavily tattooed woman asked and Sarah blinked. Is she hitting on her? Sarah felt like she was being flirted with.

“Down, Jack.” Jacob called out and the woman winked at her. She...she was hitting on her! Sarah felt beside herself. She hadn’t felt petty things like being ‘pretty’ or ‘sexy’ or whatnot since her abduction and transformation into a Zerg, even if such thoughts became more important after her ‘purification’ back to being nearly human and then her ascension to Xel’Naga. Then there was the fact Raynor always made her feel special...oh no. She’s lonely!

“Please do not flirt with foreign leaders, Jack.” Penta chided the woman and then looked Sarah in the eyes. “That said, we’d like to know more about you and your people. We’ll exchange our traits, histories, stuff like that. Cultural exchange is crucial to peace and prosperity. That said, sex is a very heavy part of our culture. Or at least the Empire’s culture. Know that while we’re not whores or whatnot, we don’t mind having fun.”

“A-ah...I see…” Sarah wasn’t very comfortable with that, but...it has been forever and it’s...cultural exchange, right? Besides, almost every person in this room exceeded humanity’s standards of beauty back when she’d been human...

[1001100 01101001 01101110 01100101]

“What?!” Marrow shrieked like a banshee when she got the report that Nexus was currently incapacitated, impounded and being sanctified for potential Hellish Corruption! She even stood up so fast she tossed her mahogany desk and it’s digital console interface to the floor of her office.

“What is it?!” Sito, her male Geth secretary who preferred a blatantly mechanical chassis to the biomech ones that became popular after Nora appeared, questioned in concern when he burst into her office to see what had upset her.

“My wife is in danger! I’ve gotta-ugh! I hate my job!” Marrow snarled at herself. She didn’t hate the job itself, she hated that it kept her away from her family and friends all the time. Even when her wives and friends were all hanging out for the better part of a year, she still had work every day besides Sunday and only got to see them in the late afternoons until they went to sleep. That may be how most people live, but she was almost starved for her lover’s attentions!

“Oh...well, I was going to let you know just before you left, but since this qualifies as a family emergency…” Sito approached and handed her a dataslate, which she gawked at in shock. “Surprise. You’re being replaced and put on a voluntary Changeling Queen genome study that pays only a quarter what you used to make, but all you have to do is send requested samples weekly via approved collection methods.”

“B-but I’ve done my job exemplarily! I’ve done everything right! I don’t understand…” Marrow felt at a loss. She was happy, because she was now free to chase after her family, but she was upset because she felt like this was a way to get her out of the way. “Would you know if this is legitimate? My replacement isn’t a corrupt heretic or something?”

“All of our sources say that your replacement is legitimate, ma’am. ONI had one of their offices do the usual verifications.” Sito informed her and Marrow hung her head as she magically replaced her desk and the tools back on it, while picking up her personal effects. “Don’t be sad, ma’am. You were miserable here and I know that even though you were the consistent breadwinner, your household cumulatively makes more money than 99% of the planet.”

“Doesn’t make the fact I’ve been let go any easier. What does is the sense of freedom. I had already dealt with most of today’s workload, can I just go now?” Marrow asked and the Geth nodded his head. “It was good knowing you, Sito.”

“Same to you, ma’am. Now get going and go hunt down your wife. You’re overdue for a clutch according to the day planner I had kept up for you.” Sito reminded her and she beamed, her sad demeanor doing a 180, only for her to hunch over and again flip-flop into misery as she rubbed her stinging and empty abdomen which demanded she breed. “Ah, you can lay down in the waiting room before you leave.”

“Thanks, Sito.”

[1001100 01101001 01101110 01100101]

When did he get here? Hunter sat up, blinking the dust from his eyes and looking around at the dusty and ancient room. He knew this room. He got up, shaking the dust from his tail and wings while he moved to a shelf and pulled away cobwebs to reveal a trinket that he froze upon seeing. He reached for it and gently removed it with shaking hands. “My father’s pendant. I thought it was gone forever…” It was tarnished and caked with dust, but he could get it restored.

He put it in his pants and winced at hearing Juneau yip at likely getting bonked with a snoot-full of dust. “*Choo! Sniff* What was that, Kevin?” His pocket puppy asked as she poked her head out of his waistband to look up at him from his abdomen. He was glad he slept in pajama bottoms with relaxed-fit stretchy waistbands already so Juneau had easy access to her established living space in his Inventory. It was an arrangement he found pleasing, literally.

“Sorry, June. That was my father’s pendant.” Hunter answered as he reached down to pet her head and rub her ears, causing the husky woman to make cute crooning noises.

“*aroo~* That dinky thing? I think you have some metal polish and old toothbrushes in here. I could get to work on that if you’d like.” He felt her fondle his nuts and could practically feel her tail wagging at least as fast as his got going when she touched him like that.

“I’d appreciate that, thank you.” Hunter pulled his waistband out further and pulled her up his torso to kiss as she pressed against him, her thighs downward still in his pants and rubbing on his length inside his Inventory before she winked and let go of his neck, letting herself fall back into ‘her’ room and thankfully left his teased manhood be, likely to do as she offered. “You’re such a tease~.”

“Hunter!” Collateral shouted so excitedly that the gray celestial cybertronian draco-wolf clutched his chest and jumped away from his towering brother, who had barged into his room like Cosmo Kramer in an episode of Seinfeld. “We’re home!”

“Yes, Collateral, I can see that!” Hunter clutched his chest as he tried to get his breathing under control. “But, still, it’s a mess. How is it still standing?” Last time they saw it, the planet itself was blowing up...along with their Guardian who stayed behind to contain the blast and following implosion, dying with it.

“No clue, but the others are here too! Get out here!” Collateral grabbed him by the shoulder and dragged the shorter Celestial Hybrid Transformer down the hall to the common room, which was just as disgustingly dusty, dirty and full of cobwebs. His siblings were all in attendance. At least, those native to here. “Found him!”

“Good. I was somewhat worried his companion would have kept him occupied.” Hunter gaped at the cloaked figure sitting in the sixth chair in the circle of the common room, which was their unofficial/official meeting place when they got together. Like a half-assed Jedi Council room. Runner’s joke stuck so hard about that.

“How is this possible?” Hunter asked as he slowly made his way to his seat and sat down in it, not even caring he was getting coated in dust. It would wash out and if not he could easily get his pajamas replaced. In fact, he was wondering why he was in pajamas. He faintly remembered the last thing he was doing was...what? Something about space robot bugs.

“Freedom saw fit to drag this world and I into a pocket universe.” Guardian answered, this made the Doom Marines feel rather...betrayed. How could Freedom do this and not tell them about it? “While in this place, I could heal from all grievously fatal wounds. The same goes for the world itself, as you can see.”

“Why didn’t he tell us about this?” Berserker asked quietly, though it was obvious that he was angry and rightfully so.

“Apologies, Bryan. However, you shouldn’t forget who broke Hell’s hold over you, your people and your universe.” Said entity spoke from the air. They couldn’t deny it, he was the one who came to the rescue.

Guardian sighed as she leaned back in her chair, giving them a smile. “Still, it’s good to see you all again. Freedom has kept me well informed on what’s been happening and I’m proud you have all led your people to a more prosperous future and are still fighting the good fight against Hell.”

“It's getting hard lately.” Berserker sighed and retrieved his Crucible. “My Crucible suddenly decided to stop working.” He squeezed the hilt to activate it, but the blade did not power up. The Hell?! That was working just fine before!

“Hm.” Guardian took the hilt from him and inspected it both with her eyes as well as her hands. “Have any of you been feeling different?” She asked them probingly, her shadowed hood sweeping over them.

“I have been feeling rather sluggish lately. Heavy as if something was weighing on my back, slowing me down and I don’t know why.” Pillar shared and slumped deeper into his dusty chair.

“I’m kinda the same, I can’t keep on target for long to kill it. I’ve been getting sloppy and causing even more collateral damage.” Collateral nodded as he voiced his own issues.

“Can’t say that I’ve been getting problems of my own, yet.” Hunter commented and valiantly fought against perking up at the touch of his mate running a hand across his scrotum in the way he’d become familiar with her using him as a directional reminder for his Inventory. To be honest, aside from all the lewd fun they get up to, it was pretty great having someone in there to manage his stuff. He never realized it was so messy and that kinda rustled his jimmies in a bad way. Even if he couldn’t see it, knowing it was a mess triggered him.

“Partly because your key worshipers: hunters, bounty hunters, snipers, spec-ops and even thieves have not been bothered by the upheaval of your various religious bases being corrupted by heresy.” Guardian informed him and Hunter blinked. Weren’t thieves and snipers and whatnot in Cocoa's arena? Sure, they tend to overlap and Cocoa was an incredible woman...shit, he’s getting hard remembering how incredible she is… “Mind out of the gutter please, you’ll get even more distracted.”

“Don’t remind him about Cocoa and he’ll keep his belt cinched.” Runner joked and Hunter felt himself blushing. One time. You pleasure a woman for two weeks continuously one time and your siblings never let you forget it. Not that he wanted to. Cocoa was a-. “Ep, ep ,ep!” Grr! “Heh, heh~! Anyway, our religion is being undermined?”

“Yes, but do not worry. Wiatr, as always, is apparently already aware and working to root it out. There are also warriors potentially as capable as any of you without Crucible weapons hunting down the insurgents, so that isn’t your concern. What is your concern, is coming to terms with the people you have become, rather than dwelling on the people you used to be. Time and perception of you has altered your very beings, now you must take up his offer.” Guardian intoned and stood from her chair, only to yelp when red arms wrapped around her and groped her modest chest through her cloak.

“Eh~! Gardy~! I thought you were dead~!” Luci Fer squealed happily as she molested her servant, who tried to break free from her mistress. Only, the Goddess of Evil was clearly too powerful to simply muscle away from. “You’re still so tiny too! Why aren’t you all super-busty like the trends have established?”

“I r-refuse to have enormous breasts that get in the way of my combat style!” Guardian snarled and began to squirm in the stronger woman’s grasp while the siblings looked at each other in a mixture of bemusement and amusement.

“Aw, but how will you train Vinnie if you don’t know how to work around tits the same size?” Luci mewled and pointed at Vinnie, then Bryan. “Also Brianna when she isn’t male.”

“Get off!” Guardian roared and elbowed the Goddess of Evil in the guts. Luci groaned in a disturbingly sexual way as she let go.

“Yay~! You actually got brass ovaries while you were away~” Luci cheered before she was suddenly a tiny chibi demon on Vinnie’s shoulder. “But now Vinnie will have to self-train and Brianna won’t be as capable when she’s feeling feminine.”

“As if they ever needed you.” Freedom spoke as he rolled his eyes at her. Somehow. Since when did they have a gender?! Since when did they has a physical form while not having a physical form?! Hunter felt a headache mounting.

“Who said anything about me? You just included me! Yay! Girls, I’ll teach you how to fight with a bodacious bod! Also, I’m your therapist! I’ll eat all your sins! Not literally, unless you want to do it that way. No judging allowed in this forum!” Luci cheered as she hugged Vinnie’s neck floof from her place on the golden bunny-wolf’s shoulder.

[1001100 01101001 01101110 01100101]

Bwuh? Where am I? I’m all floaty. Am I drifting around in space on a coarse chair? I feel tingly, like I have ants under my skin, but not itchy. Mm~...something’s sucking my nipples. I looked down blearily and saw two massive hoses running from my nipples to an Imperial tanker ship. Oh, I’m being milked for my omni-gel, Argent or milk. Ah~ it's been awhile since I could kick back and just let myself be drained like a cow.

“Good to see you’re awake, Nexus. It’s been a few days. How are you feeling?” I blinked and looked around for the source of the call and smiled happily at the sight of one of my Planters. Judging by the formal name usage, they were a former Reaper rather than one of my fresh ones.

“I feel fine. A bit tingly inside, but fine. You all figured you could use me as a resource while I was out of it, huh?” I snickered and groped my breasts, causing the quick-set automated space station to strain with my production and rapidly fill the several docked Tankers, which was practically nothing to my current size.

My tits alone are the size of small moons after all. “That would be the purification partnered with the Zerg ensuring Hell didn’t leave any nasty surprises within you.” The Planter informed me and I valiantly fought to remain calm in the face of knowing I’d been infested with Zerg! “That said, they’re simply doing one last sweep and then you’ll be cleared to do what you will.”

“Ah. Good.” So these Zerg are supposedly not evil? I’m still going to have Penny, Urta or Penta refill me and triple-check for them leaving any surprises later. “I can assume since I’m not a brainwashed or otherwise enslaved asset of Hell that we won despite being outnumbered and outgunned?”

“Correct. However, to say that our forces won would be stretching the truth. In all honesty, the enemy retreated long before they needed to. We are in a holding pattern.” Uh-oh...