Nexus Effect

Ch.30

[2179]

“Today is a great day for the Citadel, a new race has just made contact not but a week ago with the Systems Alliance and the Turian Hierarchy. Not much is known about this Galactic Representative Empire, but we will see their representatives shortly leave their ships.” An Asari reporter from Citadel New Network or CNN, announced as she stood in front of the camera broadcasting from the dock that the Imperial super-dreadnought had docked in.

“Pfft, idiots. Of course the news is always the last to know before the layman.” I groused in disgust from where I grouchily lounged in my sister and I’s shared bed as I watched the news. Yola was out shopping and I was misbehaving according to her, so I got to sulk here all by my lonesome. Would it have killed Marrow to come back to me already? Is he dead? My loneliness and despair was set aside when the broadcast revealed the ramp opening.

I was surprised not to see Stormtroopers marching out of the ship clearly inspired by a Super Star Destroyer, but they were troopers nonetheless. The armor was anthropomorphized for several different species and both genders, but it looked quite a lot like the armor used by the UAC in the later DOOM games. They marched out and formed a barricade line at parade rest as they faced the crowds.

After them marched soldiers in similar armor, but bulkier and painted distinctly dark olive drab with streaks of orange details over their helmets and pauldrons. There were far fewer of them, perhaps only 10 to the 100 white-armored troopers. They marched into a staggered formation and turned to face each other.

Finally emerged a...holy synthetic guacamole!

Towering over everyone was an absolute giantess standing 20 feet tall. She was a purple coated anthropomorphic alicorn with a figure that easily rivaled Marrow when she felt like being a woman in base form or Wrekrov’s religion’s depictions of Urta. This sex-on-legs body was conservatively garbed in a flowing soft blue robe with silvery filligree tastefully woven into it.

“I see my scale has you all gobsmacked. I get that a lot.” The mare said in a friendly voice and a smile after having reached the end of the security detail and was standing before the escort that was initially meant to bring the ambassador to the Council, but there was simply no way for this absolutely monolithic woman to be brought through the Citadel. “I’m not the Ambassador though, I am Princess Twilight Sparkle. I am simply letting everyone see me, since I’ll be running the day-to-day in our new holdings formerly known as the Hegemony.”

“Ah, then where is the Ambassador?” Calmly questioned the C-Sec officer at the end of the metaphorical red carpet leading from the ship.

“That would be me.” Announced the white-armored trooper nearest the C-Sec and green flames washed over him to reveal-.

“Marrow you fucking dick! When I get ahold of you~!” I snarled, frothing furiously at the mouth at the sight of my sexy Love Bug in robes similar to the Princess. No wonder he hasn’t come back! He’s been forced to be the Empire’s mouthpiece! Didn’t he tell me his family would string him up by the wings if-?!

“Hey Sweet Cheeks.” I eeped at the familiar voice as a familiar body suddenly pressed against my back and familiar arms wrapped around my waist as a familiar snout nuzzled my shoulder. “Sorry I’m late.”

“B-but y-you’re on the-how are you-huh?” I babbled in confusion as my heart warred between immense joy and furious indignation. Joy won out as he sucked on my neck and I gasped, pressing needily against him. With a groan I wrapped an arm around to press on his head and the other gripped his hand that was rubbing my groin. Curse this suit! I want to feel his chitin on my skin!

“Hm? Oh, my twin sister?” Marrow chuckled and used his other hand to grope my breasts. “She’s the actual ambassador. By the end of today, people will understand that Changelings can be anywhere, anyone, anytime. It’ll be a security nightmare for them and put them on edge knowing that our ambassador is not only such a devious infiltrator, but also an emotivore. The fireworks will be beautiful.”

“You’re back…” I panted and gasped as my sensitive and needy body roared with hot desire and tingled with pleasure just from his presence. Nearly-forgotten memories of how he set my pleasure receptors to 11 were coming back.

“As much as I wish, I’m afraid not.” His remorse was clear and I choked on a sob. “Don’t cry. I’m going to be stationed on Rannoch as the ambassador there since I’m already known to them. Speaking of which, why are you here? Paretia and Krarek told me you’ve been living on the Citadel for over a decade and only managed to pay them a few visits.”

“B-because my mission isn’t over. It isn’t over until the Geth and the Quarians have reunited and the galaxy at large isn’t threatening my people.” I’ve long ago felt that the Geth were my people, not humanity. I may remember being human, but that feels like a lifetime ago now. I barely remember if there is any difference to being synthetic in this chassis or being organic in a body.

“Really? Can’t they send someone new?” Marrow asked as he stopped molesting me, to my chagrin and wrapped his arms around me to cuddle, to my pleasure.

“Sure they could, but Yola and I are known quantities here. We’re ‘those quirky Quarians in the Warrens’ that people go to for repairing their tech, requesting new builds, information.” I replied as I entwined my fingers in his.

“Information? What have you two gotten into?” Marrow asked with a raised brow.

“We have been in contact with the Shadow Broker.” I chuckled and squirmed against him to get comfy and also to rub my ass against his groin.

“The Shadow Broker?” Marrow asked as he gently ground his lap against my ass and I bit my lip in the hopes that this was definitely getting me laid.

“An info broker, one of the most secretive brokers in the galaxy. No one knows who he is, where he is or what he is. He only shares just enough info to keep things in a tenuous balance that keeps him in business.” I explained, leaving out what I knew from playing ME2, but I was not stupid enough to rush. Even if Yola and I scan our home for bugs everyday it was far too risky to say what I know out loud. I’ll wait until Liara is looking for him.

“So a kingpin of information. I’d rather you not be associated with someone like that, Nora.” Marrow muttered and kissed the back of my helmet.

“I feel the same, but he’s a steady source of income that isn’t reliant on the funds Yola and I gather from stealing money from crime lords in other sectors of the galaxy. Our data-bugs are often unnoticed for years at a time and only one scare with the STG in the Arcturus Stream got us in serious trouble.” I’m not mentioning my chassis was incapacitated and I faked my death after being ‘assassinated’ by an STG spook when helping the ESA during the First Contact War.

“Oh Nora...just come home with me. We have a bunch of kids to look after.” Marrow sighed, he could tell from my feelings that as much as I want to, that I can’t. “Nora…”

“You have your duties and I have mine. Mine is to keep my people informed until they feel comfortable with releasing me from duty or until fate takes a turn and I’m forced to leave it behind.” I cryptically replied and Marrow stiffened. Not in a pleasant way.

“Oh...your Displacement Source, the events are catching up?” Marrow asked with audible despair and I nodded. “...Please. Just...don’t die. I want my wife. I want the woman I fell in Love with to spend my days with.”

“How long do Changelings live?” I questioned with pain in my heart.

“No natural predicted lifespan.” Marrow muttered and I sighed in relief. At least time wouldn’t take him from me. “It doesn’t make the days without you any more bearable.”

“Do you think it isn’t the same for me?” I questioned sadly before Yola burst in with bags of groceries, junk and various other things, which promptly fell to the floor when she saw us. “Um, hi-.”

“You’re home~!” Yola pounced on us before more could be said. I think the neighbors might have heard our screams of pleasure as our husbando ravished us...

[4 Years Later, Year 2183]

“So, do you treat all potential informants like this?” I snarked at the Krogan who was manhandling my sister and I by gripping our biceps a bit too firmly while he marched us through the alleys of the Warrens. If we were organic, that’d be leaving quite the bruise. “You do know we’re already associates right? Silio Indnus is our contact.”

“Silio is dead and Fist ordered us to round up all the pesky suit-rats in the Warrens to find the one ratting out his employer.” I felt fear at realizing what was going on.

“Dead?! What happened?!” Yola demanded of our kidnapper while I was lamenting only having our pistols on hand since our shotguns were in our secret cleavage storage.

“He wouldn’t tell us where you were.” The gruff murderous bosh’tet of a Krogan commented and we began properly resisting now. Silio may have been a sleazeball, but he was one we’d known for many years damn it! “Go ahead, keep try-gah!” The wide-eyed reptilian brute wasn’t expecting two average-height Quarians to have the muscle to tear out of his grip, grab his wrists and aim pistols at his eyes. “How did you-?!”

“Answer me before I kill you and I’ll make it painless. Where is Fist?” I may make a wild guess that he’s in his nightclub, but I’m not about to just assume and possibly be wrong.

“Wrah!” He resisted, so Yola and I executed him with particle pulse blasts into his eye sockets before he could wrench free and attack us.

“Useless. Well Yola, it looks like our cozy job spying on the Citadel is over.” I both lamented this and relished it. It meant I was hopefully another step closer. If I can save Tali, get her trust, get her to speak to her father since getting Geth parts would be nigh impossible with how the galaxy has changed, then hopefully the Quarians can be brought home at long last!

“Shame, that Asari dancer on deck 54 owes me money.” Yola joked and we both pulled up our Omni-tools to start hacking and mapping the nearest route to Fist’s nightclub that went by the name...Chora’s Den.

“For what? Betting you couldn’t survive that biotic hit?” I chuckled as I dove into the Citadel systems and started tracking Tali now that we’ve confirmed Fist’s location. How convenient, she isn’t very far. I began jogging as I unzipped my cleavage and fished out my shotgun, Yola mimicked and we zipped back up.

“I got Shepard. She’s moving to Chora’s Den already. Garrus and Wrex on her six.” Yola told me as we rounded a corner. Good, Garrus was a nice kid, if a bit held back by C-sec red tape. We’ve helped him solve a case involving cloned organs grown inside people, bosh’tet still got away, but I had frozen all his accounts. Wherever that mad salarian is its hopefully not near scalpels. “Wait, she got Wrex too?”

“She acts fast, must have a way with words too if Wrex is following her so quickly. While they deal with Fist and satisfy the Shadow Broker by taking that fat-headed prick down, let’s go save our hopefully new best friend.” I replied to my sister before hearing weapons fire and explosions up ahead. We sped up and appeared in time to see a purple-suited young Quarian woman pinned behind cover with a bunch of thugs of assorted species trying to kill her.

“What do we have here?” Yola rhetorically questioned which drew the attention of some of the thugs in time to see me sprinting at the asari, who I tackled and crushed her neck with my weight against a wall, then I whirled around and shot the salarian. My distraction allowed Yola to chuck a grenade into the group and then blast the last two batarian thugs with her shotgun.

“It looks like a few losers forgot what happens when they get uppity in our neighborhood.” I rhetorically replied with the joking spiel she and I worked on for whenever we saved someone from being mugged, assaulted, et cetera. It was always fun.

“Oh keelah, thank you! I had things under control, but it’s good to see my people aren’t lacking their togetherness beyond the Migrant Fleet.” The young woman said as she stood up…she’s taller than us by two inches. “I am Tali’Zorah Nar Rayya. What ship do you hail from, sisters?”

“We don’t hail from ships.” Yola replied and I could hear the tinge of awe in her voice at finally speaking to a Creator without either me as a buffer or oppressive social environs suppressing it.

“Oh. Exiles?” Tali asked with resignation and worry in her voice, as if this meant we’d just replaced the thugs as a threat.

“No, children of them. I am Nora’Feell and this is my twin sister Yola’Feell. We’re locals here on the Citadel. Well, as in we’ve lived here several years. Not born here of course.” No Quarian couple would be caught dead trying to raise a child here on the Citadel. Nine times out of ten, if a Quarian pair finds themselves pregnant, we’ve discovered they opt to send the children to the Migrant Fleet for adoption into the vast extended family.

“Oh! I’m sorry for assuming. You both seem so young yet mature at the same time that I was getting mixed signals about your disposition.” Tali apologized and Yola shook her head.

“There is no need to be so worried, young Tali. We’re only slightly older than you, we’re just wizened to the galaxy unlike you adorable little ones out on your pilgrimages.” Yola said with a giggle as she approached the purple young woman. Yola gently grasped Tali’s forearm and ran her fingers up to her hand. Tali quickly calmed down from the distinctly Quarian social interaction that was usually done between close friends, family or lovers.

“Yola tells the truth, don’t worry.” I mirrored Yola and did the same for Tali’s other forearm and hand, to let her know that we were not intending harm or a desire to put her at risk.

“I-I-I see.” Tali said a blush in her tone. Oh gosh. I just realized. My suit is blue, Yola’s is red, Tali is purple. It’s practically destiny! This cutie is going to be a pea in a pod with us! “Listen. Thank you, but I’m in far more danger. I have sensitive information-.”

“So you’re the Quarian that Fist is having his goons hunt down.” Yola gently squeezed Tali’s hand. “He’s killed a friend of ours for not giving up the location of our home and one of his krogan thugs found us out and about and tried abducting us not several minutes ago. We were heading home to clear out some belongings and leave the Citadel. We could bring you with us.”

“We’re already in the same bed Tali, you might as well pull up the covers.” I joked and even through her suit I could tell how adorably flustered Tali became at my lewd joke.

“A-ah, um, oh. Well, that would be nice, but I cannot just leave now. I came here in the hopes of delivering important information to the Council.” Tali didn’t look either of us in the visor, but the way her hands gently clasped ours told us she appreciated the support. “I’m afraid I cannot go with you.”

“Then we’ll go with you!” Yola chirped and we began guiding her towards our home, which honestly wasn’t far.

“We’re data-sleuths. I’m sure we can find something dirty to threaten blackmail over some official’s head to get us an audience if we have to.” I slyly said with a lascivious purr that seemed to send Tali perking up fast.

“Wait, what?” Tali asked in surprise as we reached the street we lived on.

“You’re so innocent! Nora, it’s almost painful to destroy her naivete.” Yola giggled before she let go of Tali’s other hand and unlocked the door to our homey little hovel.

“With the Empire’s people flooding society, she’s bound to encounter someone who defies all of her social norms.” I shrugged and patted Tali’s hand which was still gently grasping my other one.

“What about the Empire? All I know is that they have radical and dangerous views about AI that directly clash with the Council’s doctrines.” Tali’s words were worrying. Just how badly was the Admiralty Board suppressing our people’s attempts to reach out to them?

“Tali. While Yola packs, I am going to destroy your sense of conservatism.” I told the poor girl with grievous seriousness and regret as I guided her to the bed that Yola and I have shared for many years.

“W-what?”

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“Hey, did you hear that?” Asked a strung-out batarian.

“What?”Asked his asari bed companion.

“It sounded like the shattering of a precious soul’s innocence.” He cooed and giggled.

“You’re inhaling too much red sand.”

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“Tali. I know it’s hard, but you need to look away at some point.” I gently shook her.

“How do they function?! Those glands on their chests should be snapping their spines!”

“I know sweetie.” I pet her head as she looked at free Imperial porn feeds on her Omni-tool.

“Those phalluses are absolutely outrageous and this is coming from a woman whose species’ males are naturally quite hung!” Tali declared as she continued to skim.

“I know dear.” I wrapped her in a one-armed hug and patted her shoulder.

“Why is it so sexy?!” Tali bemoaned with an ashamed groan as I gently rocked her.

“I know honey, I know.” I’m engaged to one of them and he is a god in the sack.