Nexus Effect

Ch.31

“Where’s this quarian girl?” Garrus asked as he followed Shepard into a body filled alley. “She couldn’t have done all this. At least I don’t see any trails of blood leading away. Hopefully she got away without a suit rupture.”

“Hopefully.” Commander Penny Inoue Shepard, former potential Spectre framed by the traitor Spectre Avitis Rix, said as she used her Biotics synced with her Omni-tool to help rapidly disseminate information that normal non-biotics couldn’t hope to do unless they were either a salarian or a tech genius by default. “No traces of quarian blood. This is all fairly fresh, not even a half hour old.”

“*Sniff* Wait. Hah! I recognize that smell! The stench of sex, blood and machine-oils still cling to her like they did that day over 20 years ago on Omega!” Wrex burst out in laughter. “The Battle Maiden of the Temple was here!” Wrex yelled before rushing out of the other side of the alley and began following the faint footsteps that were made by the purple blood of the asari.

“Is this some krogan myth?” Garrus asked mockingly.

“No myth! She’s a quarian who slaughtered dozens of idiot krogan bandits who dared defile the Cathedral of Urta! She’s practically praised as a Saint who embodies the Goddess! Brutally efficient, with an ass that just screams to be bred!” Wrex declared as the trail went faint and he began sniffing around before he led them to a door like the other apartments in the street.

“Ah, what?” Shepard asked in bemusement before Wrex knocked on the door politely.

“For a second there I thought you were going to break it down.” Garrus commented wryly.

“Fuck off or I blast through this door and turn you into pulp!” Came the distorted vocals of a suited quarian woman through the door that was twisted with rage to the point of sounding almost demonic to Shepard’s ears.

“Still bathing in blood little Battle Maiden?” Wrex joked and the woman behind the door groaned.

“Oh, great, one of you ass-sniffing bosh’tets. I’ll tell you what I tell all of you: fuck off or I’ll shove my shotgun up your cloaca and go to town!” The woman snarled and Garrus and Shepard backed away warily.

“See? A woman after every krogan’s heart.” Wrek chuckled and smirked.

“It's Wrex, Garrus and Sherpard, sister!” Another voice, slightly deeper in tone shouted from within the home. “You can call off the turret.”

“Uh...that is not legal.” Garrus nervously commented and the other two looked behind them to see him looking up at the ceiling where a previously concealed auto-turret like the ones found on batarian ships was aimed at them. “Wait, is this Nora’Feell and Yola’Feell?”

“Kriff! Sorry! Deactivating!” The turret pulled up into the ceiling over the street and the door’s multitude of locks clicked open rapidly before it swung open to reveal a blue-suited quarian woman only slightly shorter than Shepard. “Get in here before any more assassins show up!” Nora grabbed Wrex by the collar and yanked him into the small studio home with shocking ease.

“You too Garrus!” The red-suited quarian called towards the door and the turian almost pushed Penny into the small home and closed the door behind him. “Sorry for the mess, we’re leaving.”

“Where are you going?” Commander Shepard asked as she eyed the large human military duffle bag stuffed to the gills with scrap and other assortments that the woman handled with far too much ease to be natural. In fact, the two women were registering as unnaturally dense to her biotics. About as heavy as combat drones actually…

“With you.” The blue-suited woman said as if it were obvious as she plopped onto the bed next to the purple-suited quarian who was preoccupied with her Omni-tool.

“Um, well, we’re here for incriminating data on Spectre Avitus Rix to prove that he was the one behind the attack on Eden Prime by that rogue droid army.” Shepard said as she looked between the women warily. The purple-suited one was the right mass for her size, the other two were not. Something is up.

“Yeah, this young lady has that for you.” The blue suited one told them with a gesture towards the purple-suited one. “Tali’Zorah, now is not the time to get pulled into the rabbithole that is Imperial porn.”

“Hm?” Tali’Zorah hummed and looked up, then snapped her Omni-tool off in a hurry. “O-oh! H-hello there! I-um, didn’t notice you!”

“She’s just had her innocence destroyed, be kind to her.” The suspiciously dense blue-suited woman said with a gentle pat on Tali’s forearm. “Go ahead Tali, these are the people you need to share your info with to reach the Council.”

“Oh? Well, you did say something about them coming to us, so we wouldn’t need to leave just yet.” Tali muttered, but Shepard’s biotic-enhanced hearing caught her mutter about how she thought that meant enough time to look at porn. Shepard could sympathize, she had a hard time getting over her feelings of inadequacy after meeting Empress Urta. “I have an audio recording I pulled from a droid on Eden Prime. I’ll play it if you offer us protection.”

“I can promise you that, but not these two. They’re suspicious.” Shepard declared and the two women eerily snapped their visors to her with uncanny precision. “You’re not organic, are you?”

“...Sis, I told you that human biotic technology was advancing quickly.” The red-suited woman sighed and the blue-suited woman slumped. “Activate security protocol Pinnochio.” Everyone froze when four turrets deployed from the ceiling at each corner and aimed for the three visitors that weren’t named Tali’Zorah much to everyone’s shock. “Let’s get this over with. Either way we’re leaving the Citadel.”

“Fine, fine. Ruin my hopes of becoming best friends with Tali.” Blue-suit grumbled as she patted Tali’s wrist and stood up to stand next to her sister. “I am Nora’Feell, this is my data-sister Yola’Feell. We’re not organic. I used to be, but Yola was always synthetic.”

Before anyone could say anything in response, the two sisters casually took off their helmets much to Tali’s audible distress to reveal two incredibly beautiful and exotic pale-lavender skinned women with eerily human-like features save for their luminescent eyes. They had neck-length black hair framing their faces. They then unzipped their suit down to under their navels to reveal the clearly metallic port replacing said it as well as two others in their obliques.

“These are synthetic-organic hybrid chassis developed for the purpose of imitating biology as closely as possible.” Yola’Feell announced and Tali scurried on the bed into the corner in a panic.

“Geth! You’re Geth! Keelah! You even match the images sent to us!” Tali began to hyperventilate, but she squealed when Nora’Feell was quickly at her side and hugging her. “Get away! Monster! Abomination!” Tali tried to get out of Nora’s grip and the three non-Geth reacted, but paused when the turrets whirred with warning.

“Shh. Calm down Creator Tali. Calm. I will not release you until you relax to a point where I won’t worry about you hurting yourself.” Nora’Feell gently insisted and even rocked Tali back and forth. Eventually, minutes later, Tali began to even out her breathing and stop resisting.

“Did you at least listen to the messages? We’ve been calling you home. Rannoch is rebuilt, the space stations are restored to life-sustaining conditions. We want to help you acclimate to having a homeworld again.” Yola’Feell mewled as she too got on the bed and began petting Tali’s helmet, which surprisingly caused Tali to whine and lean into the touch.

“N-no fair~! Manipulative monsters, our scalps…” Tali shuddered as she calmed down further.

“So wait, the Migrant Fleet have been receiving active communications from the Geth and haven’t reported it?” Garrus questioned with shock at these revelations, that honestly had Shepard completely bemused. Quarians and the Geth are so far removed from ESA space that they’re hardly even considered a footnote in military briefings. This was all new to her.

“The Creators are terrified of us. Of course they’d keep it hidden in fear that it would ostracize them further from the galaxy.” Yola’Feell huffed at the former C-Sec officer as she continued to pet Tali’s helmet and massage her neck and shoulders.

“Not to mention that to prevent such, I’ve been working for the past two decades or so to prevent any such data from reaching relevant people.” Nora’Feell continued before looking into Tali’s visor. “Tali’Zorah Nar Rayya. We do not want to hurt your people. After you’d fled, if you returned in peace, even before our system overhaul, we would have welcomed you back.”

“No. I can’t believe that. I can’t believe that centuries of suffering adrift on ships were because of our paranoia…” Tali whimpered and the twin synthetic sisters hugged her. “Just how advanced have you become? You feel like quarians, speak like quarians. You seem alive. If you hadn’t admitted to this, I would’ve thought you were organic.”

“That’s the point. We know what it’s like now. To be alive. We’ve experienced the full range of emotion, we’ve felt the pleasures of sex, the joy of having family, the pain of death and loss. Please Tali. We’re not asking you to try and tell your people to change their minds and come home, yet, but please just let us stay with you for now. The stars are bringing you into a violent and glorious destiny and I cannot in good conscience leave you to it on your own.” Nora’Feell pleaded with Tali’Zorah as she looked into the young woman’s visor.

“What do you mean?” Tali’Zorah asked and Nora’Feell turned to the captive trio.

“Shepard. At Eden Prime. The visions you’ve received from the Prothean Beacon. They spoke of a machine race bent on the annihilation of all organic life called-.”

“The Reapers.” Penny Inoue Shepard shuddered in mortal terror at the memories the beacon shoved into her mind and clenched her eyes at the pain the flashes of memory gave her. Worse than when they implanted the L4 chip into the base of her skull for her to become a Biotic. “Hng, you know this information how?”

“Our information network is vast, our spy bugs spread across the galaxy. Even if we didn’t hear it from them, we knew beforehand because the Reapers have already returned. They’ve taken our people, corrupted them, turned them against us. They were the ones who captured a few derelict ancient mobile droid factories that arrived from Andromeda thousands of years ago and are now, somewhere, churning out an army.” Yola’Feell grimly informed everyone.

“And you kept this hidden?” Garrus asked incredulously with his mandibles flared agape.

“Did you at all listen to what they said and wondered how the Council would react? It would be either, ‘Aw, AI, kill them with bombs’ or ‘what proof do you have, get out of here you crazy Quarians before we put you in cells for being Quarians’.” Wrex said while giving Garrus a deadpan look.

“Precisely. Also, to further help our credibility. Commander Penny Inoue Shepard. Your reputation precedes you, as well as your rather embarrassingly fetishistic amounts of weaponry in your private collection and the rather interesting risque articles that at least pretend to be weapons.” Nora’Feell lilted her voice and Penny flushed hotly in embarrassment over someone knowing about her dirty secret, then also mortification that it was announced to everyone in the room. “You could call us Suited Citizen.”

“Oh. Well then. Welcome aboard, I’m not telling anyone about you since you’ve helped the ESA with social data for integration into Citadel space as well as saved a lot of lives with your anonymous tips. However, if you tell anyone about my toys again, I’ll slap you.” Penny sternly demanded, only to freeze up when Nora’Feell approached and pressed her naked breasts to the commander’s hardsuit-covered chest.

“Aw, but wouldn’t your fetish extend to us? Considering there are martial arts to turn people into living weapons, couldn’t sister and I be considered weapons to you?” Nora purred and Penny felt hot. Uncomfortably so. She thought she was straight before the Empire came, damn it! “Standing offer~, but really, let’s be serious. If none of you will expose us, we’ll support you. You have the Geth’s information network available as well as spare resources and permissions to pass through the Perseus Veil without risk of anything aside from possibly being asked to visit High-Chancellor Van.”

“You’ve even appointed a High-Chancellor?” Tali idly questioned, as if that was the most important part of that spiel. Thank gosh, Penny couldn’t handle much more of this teasing.

“Yes.” Yola chuckled and released Tali from the hug before helping her stand and start zipping her suit back up. “Now let's get out of here. I’ll miss this little studio.” Yola commented before putting her helmet back on with a hiss of sealing environment.

“I won’t, well maybe.” Nora said before looking back to Shepard. “So, do you want some Geth spies on this little journey?”

“If you are Suited Citizen, then I’d be breaking orders from the ESA brass to recruit you. However, considering the situation, I feel it best if you’re serving a Spectre rather than a single government.” Shepard slyly said, then looked down at the cleavage of the busty woman who was of similar size to the Commander, at least in proportions if not in height. “Um, could you please give me a professional distance?”

“Aw, but you’re so cute when you’re flustered! It really breaks through that plastic soldier-girl attitude you have.” Nora declared and stuck out her tongue with a wink before backing away and making herself decent. “Now then, where to Commander?”

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That went better than a complete SNAFU should have. Damn it, our chassis are too heavy. If human biotics are sensitive enough to pick us out from organics by our mass, then we’re lucky no particularly gifted asari biotics were ever near us. “So, this is our new home for the foreseeable future.” Yola said with awe as we approached the SSV Normandy SR-1, the stealth frigate assigned to Commander Shepard under the anticipation that she would be a Spectre.

“Yes. It will be so odd to be around humans consistently after so long being among other species.” I commented wistfully, missing my friends and family momentarily before I sighed and let the longing go. I have friends, children, a mate who will be marrying me and my sister-mate. I shouldn’t dwell on the past.

“I’ll feel so odd having to add Vas Normandy to my name. It’s been so long since the White-Out.” Yola replied and I had to nod, that would feel odd. This also reminded me how much I miss Paretia, who is now captain of that ship with Krarek as her SiC. She still swaps intimate videos with Yola and I. Raunchy, hot, very fun personal intimate videos. I envy those toys she plays with.

“Hey, who are you?” A human woman in a pink hardsuit barked from her post guarding the airlock into the Normandy.

“Greetings Gunnery-Chief Ashley Williams. We’ve been appointed as engineers by Commander Penny Inoue Shepard. If you require it, we will wait here for her to return from shoving the Council’s noses into irrefutable proof.” Yola politely responded, since I personally had no love for the racist bitch who would fit so well into Cerberus if she wasn’t against terrorism.

“Oh, wait. Nora Feel and Yola Feel right?” GC Williams questioned and I bristled at her so easily butchering simple pronunciation. It isn’t hard to understand it’s all one continuous word when our clan name is brought up, you bitch. “You’re clear, the bunkroom at the end of the deck nearest the service stairs to the Drive Core is unoccupied since nobody wants to hear the buzzing, but my friends say you guys actually like the noise, right?”

“That is generally correct, it would also give us quicker access to the Drive Core and Engineering deck, thank you.” Yola replied and we entered the extended airlock umbilical. “Sister, I know you have foreknowledge of some people, but please, give them a chance.”

“The bitch couldn’t even pronounce our names right.” I grumbled quietly as we followed the signs helpfully pointing out where to go. We passed an Alliance marine of the security staff who was talking over a Comm line to someone, likely his family.

“What do you mean cousin Andrew was in one of the protests? Why would he hate the ESA and Colonial authority so much? I know the economic situation is bad and military response time is worse, but still!” The marine said as he held the screen.

It seems mine and Yola’s intervention in the war could only prevent so much friction between the colonies and the central government. Sure, they’re called the Earth Systems Alliance instead of the Human Systems Alliance because the anti-alien undertones sparked by the turians and then the batarians was curbed by the knowledge that not all other species are out to get humanity. In fact, they have an almost American approach to it. Non-humans are allowed to immigrate and some outer colonies are even melting pots of species like the Citadel or Omega are.

Oh, in my musing we arrived at our bunk room. How wrong is it, that a bunk room on a ship has more space than the studio we’ve lived in for so many years? It wasn’t even an actual bunk room, it only had a few beds and the rest of the space was devoted to normal furniture and a bathroom.

Just how much work on the Normandy was for creature comforts? A ship this size should still need a crew of at least 30, since a stealth frigate has even less tonnage than the White-Out. Then again, the White-Out was a combat frigate.

My musing was cut off by a ding-dong ring from the comm speaker overhead. “Welcome Engineers Nora Feel and Yola Feel. I am Alexa, the shipboard VI. If you have any questions, ask and I will attempt to help.”

“Grah!” I roared and tossed my duffel bag under the bunk bed I decided to claim. Sure, it was great to know that Alexa took off and became very popular with militaries the galaxy over, but it was frustrating that they couldn’t even enter our names right! “Alexa! It’s Nora’Feell and Yola’Feell! With an apostrophe instead of a space and a second L on the end!”

“Confirmed. Apologies for the mistake Nora’Feell.”

“Cozying up to the VI?” Yola chuckled before approaching me to press our busts together as she rubbed my hips.

“Yola, not now. We need to sweep for bugs, cameras, curious idiots who-nn.” I was interrupted by her jamming a finger into my food intake on my helmet and pressing on my tongue.

“Sis. Shut up. I’m going to get you some relief.” Yola sternly pushed me into the bunk I’d chosen. “Alexa, disable any monitoring software for the room for one hour for privacy.”

“Confirmed, audio receptors shutting down for one elapsed hour. This unit will be unable to hear any queries for that duration, confirm?”

“Confirm.” Yola said before I felt the rod in her suit, then looked down to see that beast throbbing against her abdomen as she began to unzip. “Now sis, I’m fucking horny as hell after that situation back there got me so tense I almost popped a boner on poor Tali! Now spread em.”

“Eep!” That wasn’t me! I looked in mortification at the sight of Tali, who was here way too soon to have gone with Shepard to the Council! She was frozen in the door at the sight of my sister-mate’s throbbing cock emerging from her suit’s descending zipper as said sister was frozen in shock.

“Uh...um...c-close the door please?” I meekly requested and Tali patted the wall next to her, which shut the door, but left her inside. “U-um…”

“This is the first time I’ve seen a quarian penis. Do you know how unique this situation is? I’m recording, I need to find out if you’ve managed to mimic our biology perfectly!” Tali suddenly rambled excitedly in that adorkable nerdy way she was known to. Oh hell, she may have lost her innocence, but she’s still intellectually driven!

A shame she won’t get to meet Princess Twilight. From my info, they’d get along great.