Nexus Effect

Ch.37

“What?” Yola said fearfully as I paced in our bunk room. The transition to Hyperspace was seamless and with the added speed boost of FTL, the astrogation system we’d installed predicted we’d arrive days earlier than the already fairly short trip to Widow would have entailed.

“I’m a liability when it comes to the Reapers. I downloaded a Reaper program that’s sole function is to upgrade and improve synthetic entities it’s installed into. That VI back there was so overwhelming because it was so beyond it’s initial specs that it didn’t understand that I was a human woman’s vagina to it’s gigantic horsecock.” I informed my sister and Tali, who had just entered to go to sleep.

“That’s colorful. Considering how hung the horses of the Empire are, I can see why that’d be an issue.” Tali commented as she used a cleaning cloth and degreaser to scrub some oil from her suit. “But if it’s just an update and security program, can’t you just block it from communicating beyond your system?”

“I...that’s a good point.” I already did that out of paranoia and then there’s the fact that the Geth, in canon, used a similar program to upgrade themselves once the Reapers controlling them had been defeated. “Actually, since that’s the case, would you mind catching my STD, Yola?”

“Seriously sis?” Yola huffed and sighed. “Let’s do it. I refuse not to interface with you. If you’re doomed, I’m not going to go on without you.” Yola said tenderly and I felt my heart both ache and soar at her words.

“Could you hold off on that until I get cleaned up, deal with my constitutions and get my medicine?” Tali requested when she headed for the lavatory.

“Sure thing, Tali.” I nodded to the young woman and rubbed my groin in anticipation.

“Can we still interface with her suit?” Yola asked worriedly as she too rubbed her groin.

“We did last night. Tali seems to be just fine.” At least she didn’t bring anything up. Also, if the program works like it says, then it would’ve just been upgrading Tali’s suit to be even more efficient at doing its job, which was becoming more redundant as the days go by and Tali’s gene therapy progresses.

“Done. I swear, ever since I started my therapy, my body has been wasting less nutrition” Tali wrapped her hands around my waist and I perked up at the surprising contact. Our sessions have always been fairly clinical and almost professional despite the pleasure involved. “Oh, also, Yola; why are we heading back to the Citadel for resupply?”

“Because it’s standard procedure. Also, the Mako is a piece of shit that’s been declared an operational failure on its maiden mission. It shouldn’t be bouncing and tossing around like a hyperactive child in a zero-g bounce room. From how those of you on the ground told it; you’re lucky you don’t have whiplash or broken bones.” Yola replied as I pressed my butt against Tali’s lap and she reached up to grope my-damn it. I forgot to milk myself again! I’m sporting bowling balls on my chest now.

“Alright, it just felt a bit odd we weren’t chasing after Matriarch Benezia. Keelah, you’re so huge Nora. Are they sloshing?” Tali jiggled my tits and I grunted in pleasure as, sure enough, they audibly sloshed with the milk inside of them. Curse my synthetic body failing to perfectly mimic the mammary gland!

“Tali? W-what are you doing?” I meekly asked as she tweaked my nipples through the suit and I whimpered while I ground my butt against her pelvis, instinctively trying to entice what my chassis assumed was a male examining my bounty.

“What? I can’t experiment?” Tali asked with a teasing tone before she gently pushed me towards my sister-mate. “Now then, cocks out!” Tali demanded gleefully as she locked the door.

[1001100 01101001 01101110 01100101]

“Commander, we may have just broken some kind of record.” Joker intoned with a mixture of glee and anxiety. Shepard could understand that. They’d just left Therum no more than a day and a half ago. They just made a trip that would’ve normally taken at least 3-5 days in just near 2 days.

“I can see that. I’ll add it to my report, you get us docked, Joker.” Shepard told her pilot before going around the bridge, checking with the crew and condition of the Normandy before heading for her private quarters, where Liara was locked up for security and proprietary reasons. She wasn’t going to have a suspect wandering her ship and it was just as much for Liara’s protection as it was for the crew. They’d lost people on Eden Prime.

That said, even though it was her private room, Shepard pressed on the intercom. “Liara? I’m about to enter, are you decent?” Shepard asked and then waited for a response.

“Yes, I’m not nude or otherwise compromised.” Liara replied and Shepard unlocked the door, entering to find Liara pouring over the data offloaded from Nora on her omni, which had it’s systems code-locked out of the Normandy’s systems. “If I could I’d kiss that woman getting this data. It’ll more than justify the time and lives lost on Therum. I can’t wait to prove my hypothesis correct to the Thessia University of Archeology.”

“You could, I don’t think she’d object either. Nora is rather...open.” Penny Inoue Shepard would admit that sexual openness has become a rather big thing with the Empire’s arrival. They’re such a promiscuous collective of species that it was hard not to have sex on the brain regardless of species or gender. While Nora wasn’t of the Empire, she exuded that same aura.

“You’re blushing?” Liara asked Penny and the Commander blinked.

“Am I?” Penny questioned with a touch of her cheek. She had thought herself straight for the longest time, then the Empire came and flipped her perceptions as well as those of so many people of all species who encountered someone from the Empire. Also, Nora had this presence. Although she was seemingly timid and meek when faced with Penny, she had this incredible ability to become as firm as a good, rock-solid LMG between her thighs firing at-.

“You’re more than blushing.” Liara smiled knowingly and Penny sighed as she tried not to think of Nora as a weapon. She was a person, not a weapon. As hot as the thought was. “Oh, someone sent you a file, I think your computer said it was from Wrex.”

“Wrex? I spoke to him earlier about anything he might need. Did he forget to mention something?” Penny went to her terminal, which while more limited than an omni, had more security. It was also code-locked to a guest signature for anyone not her. Liara still managed to get into her email though, so the asari clearly had some skill with software.

Penny opened the file and it read, ‘you really need the battle maiden to do this.’ The Commander opened the file and watched a battle happening in a temple full of krogan and few other species, in the center was Nora and-

“Oh my gosh…” Penny bit her lip as she watched Nora rip a krogan’s arm off and beat him to death with it~!

“Th-that’s Nora?!” Liara yelped from behind Shepard, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the beast of a woman blasting, bludgeoning and slaughtering her way through bandits who hadn’t anticipated a thin if well-proportioned woman that was from a species known for their frail immune systems to be utterly decimating them. “A-are you seriously getting turned on by this?”

“Fuck yes…” Penny panted as she watched that gorgeous weapon-woman finish the fight, covered in blood and gore. Only to enhance her allure by suddenly girlishly squeaking and complaining about how dirty she’d gotten. Shepard immediately decided to try and ask if Nora would mind some hot-bunking~.

Then a few emails from the Citadel popped up asking for help from the new Spectre. A Request from C-sec about finding their missing informant, mentions of smugglers might be involved. A Request to help a woman take care of some former acquaintances that are harassing her. A Request to find an asari’s sister who was kidnapped. Another request for doing some job for the Shadow Broker, then lastly a Request from two ESA Admirals, one asking for help investigating the loss of men, the other wanting to inspect the Normandy.

“You’re rather popular.” Liara commented as she continued reading over Penny’s shoulder. She didn’t mind, so long as the blue-skinned woman kept her sudden infatuation with Nora private. However, that last one had her worried. She was already going to report the upgrade to the FTL that Nora had installed, then there was the bureaucratic red tape she was going to have to tip-toe around involving the fact they had Imperial AI-operated droids on the ship. Not to mention that Nora and Yola happen to be Suited Citizen.

“It comes with being a Spectre. This is all a bit much. I’ll have to delegate the ones I can to the members of my crew suited to the tasks. They may not be ordered from on high, but I’m not going to turn a blind eye to someone asking for my help.” Penny replied and thought of how she was going to not have the Normandy seized by either the Council or the Alliance for it’s new cutting-edge Hyper-FTL that Nora and Yola have amusingly named M.E.H.

[1001100 01101001 01101110 01100101]

“It’s a bit surreal to just suddenly be back after leaving in such a hurry.” I commented to Tali and Yola as we walked through the nearest shopping district. Shepard had to stay to brown-nose an Alliance Admiral while the rest of the crew was given shore-leave. Well, aside from the others of Shepard’s inner-circle. They were dispatched to investigate on her behalf with her authority. Which was why Yola and I were here.

“Nora’Feell, Yola’Feell. It is good to see Fist’s treachery didn’t end you.” Commented the turian male reading his omni where he sat at the fountain in the market square. Seeing the metallic raptor wearing a similar outfit to Silio stung. I know he was just a middle-man and a sleaze, but Silio was someone I’d known for years. To see him so quickly replaced hurt despite that his job wasn’t irreplaceable.

“Yes, but we’re Vas Normandy now. This place was stagnant and boring. We’re here because of a request to our captain. Do you have the package?” Yola cut to the chase and the turian sighed theatrically as he took a small drive from his breast pocket and handed it over. “You have a good day.”

“Hopefully we’ll do business again in the future.” The middle-man replied before going back to his reading and we continued on through the semi-busy streets as Yola plugged the drive into her omni and began going over it.

“I was so naive to think I could meet the Shadow Broker. He even has old informants like you working through dead drops and couriers.” Tali shook her head as she walked between us. I felt we painted a rather nice picture. A trio of sexy suited ladies in a color gradient from blue, to purple, to red. Now if only a Hanar prostitute would proposition us, then it’d almost be like that one time I went shopping with Paretia and Marrow.

Oh no, I suddenly miss Marrow and Paretia again. “It’s just standard procedure for security reasons.” I commented as I became lost in reminiscence of my lovers. I wish to do nothing but be with them right now, for both emotional and physical satisfaction.

“Bawooo.” We all heard from an alleyway as Yola got to the end of the document.

“What was that?” Tali asked curiously while I considered that with humanity spreading among the stars, of course they would’ve brought dogs with them. Then again, the Empire also has anthropomorphic dogs called Diamond Dogs. It could be one of them is back there getting frisky despite public sex being illegal on the Citadel.

“The Shadow broker needs information on the rogue Black Ops group of the ESA.” Yola told us as Tali and I looked into the alley. “It looks like all our efforts to prevent Cerberus were in vain sis.” Yola entered the alley and we heard muffled fleshy thumping and squelching synonymous with wet and dirty sex. Tali hesitated, but I grabbed her wrist and dragged her along. This alley was the only umbilical back towards our old studio that wouldn’t involve too many observers.

“Not exactly, they’re not as big.” I replied since they don’t have as much Military power, but what I found out was that it was founded by Henry Lawson in this reality, not Jack Harper. That man was going cheap on any projects that were not his pet project to create the perfect humans. At least Miranda was still born, even if her existence is a lonely and isolated one.

“Is Cerberus that human-supremacist terrorist group that is run by business men and a board of directors called the Illusive Men?” Tali asked with an incredulous scoff before we neared the source of the noises. “O-oh my…” It was an asari getting wrecked by a male diamond dog. The two kissed and passionately fucked with him pressing her against the wall of the dark alley.

“Nng~! Not the knot yet~!” The asari whined through her panting while not really seeming to care as she wrapped her limbs around her mate. I didn’t fully understand why asari even have vaginas other than for delivery, since they can apparently conceive through skin contact. Somehow. Then again, pleasure is as good a reason as any.

“Becuase sex is amazing.” A Daemon whispered to me. “And they’re the closest to Psykers here.” [Access Denied] I cringed at hearing the creature potentially be slaughtered by the backlash of my security protocol. Sure, I don’t have sympathy for the monsters, but geez, I hope it doesn’t do that with anyone I’m actually interfacing with. It didn’t with Yola or Tali’s suit.

“Grr, can’t nut properly without it. Have to somewhere private. Your place?” The hulking gray-backed husky anthro panted out as he stopped thrusting into her and looked her in the eyes. “Don’t want to inconvenience you.”

“S-sure. I can't believe I’m the first asari to mate with an Imperial!” She said with giddy excitement, which surprised me. They haven’t been here long, but with such a smorgasbord of species to choose from, you’d think the asari would’ve pounced on them long ago.

“You're first wanting more than our offspring. You courted me, you earned affection, you get babies. Simple as that. If more asari actually wanted lovers, then they’d get more Imperials.” He kissed her and she groaned hungrily as she ground his knot against her puffy vulva. “Remember, you young, barely past 200, I over 400 due to youth treatments.”

“Re-really? That’s why so many of your soldiers have spurned maidens?” The woman asked with awe as she looked at her lover as if he was a true exotic treasure beyond what she’d already expected.

“Yes, don’t want flings with people who think they are so wise. Imperial citizens content with that, but not us ancient war dogs.” He winked at her and they kissed again. The woman seemed to forget her protest of his knot since she ground herself insistently against it.

“Um, not to interrupt you two lovers, but you may want to clean up. You howled pretty loudly a bit ago and it was heard down the alley.” I warned them and the two passionately embraced lovers snapped their attention to us. They had really been so focused on each other they didn’t notice us. “We’ll even help you get presentable.”

“Grr, darn new places and public-decency laws.”

“Fucking damn it! Babe, I have the hardest ladyboner in the galaxy, let’s hurry up.”

[1001100 01101001 01101110 01100101]

“So, Shepard, you’ve been a rather busy beaver in the short time you’ve been a Spectre. You’ve already spat in the face of years of human-turian cooperation by improving the Normandy beyond expectation. Good work.” Rear Admiral Mikhailovich slapped Shepard's shoulder and she smiled at his levity. “Are you sure you can’t introduce me to the aliens who made this incredible new, pfft, M.E.H drive possible?”

“Ah, no, not yet. They’d wish to remain anonymous right now.” Penny said, trying not to give away her unease.

“Hm, so you’ve met Suited Citizen then?” The Rear Admiral casually commented as he turned and sat at one of the chairs in the meeting room and Commander Shepard’s spine straightened so fast she felt it pop.

“Who told you?” She’d been absolutely clandestine with that info. Nobody outside her group knew Nora and Yola were Suited Citizen or how important that was. She refused to divulge to Garrus and Wrex just why Nora’s claim to the identity was so important that it instantly caused her to sweep the fact she and Yola are Geth under the rug.

“Nobody on this ship, Commander, but it isn’t hard to connect the dots. You get a couple of quarians known around the Citadel’s Wards and Warrens for being quirky tech gurus that people can go to and they tend to have rather on-point advice for folks. Suddenly, they’re gone and the Shadow Broker’s info suddenly takes a dive in quality. The Brass knows Commander and we’re happy you have them on board. Just don’t scare them off and we’ll be more than happy.” Mikhailovich let Shepard know and she grit her teeth at having been played into confirming it.

“...Sir. Since that is the case, I must confide something about them.” Penny braced herself. She was betraying them, she knew, but if the ESA doesn’t know, then they can’t consider contacting the Geth for an alliance. “They are Geth.”

“...You mean those isolated AI in the Perseus Veil that the Council has stated is off-limits to everyone, no matter what?” Mikhailovich probed for verification and Shepard nodded. “Hm, then would you know if the Geth are benevolent, rather than belligerent like the Council would like us to believe?”

“I can confirm it. Nora and Yola seem to be perfectly well-adjusted people despite being synthetic and their origins. What they’ve told me about the Geth, about their advancements and their...secret, alliance with the Empire, tells me that to refuse ties to them would be a foolish notion. Between them and the Empire, the Citadel races will need to adapt or forever remain potential enemies of intergalactic superpowers.”

Even if Nora or Yola didn’t expressly tell her everything, Shepard was a smart woman. She can take the smallest information and form a whole from the pieces. It was part of why beyond her combat and interpersonal skills that Saren suggested her to be a Spectre.

“Hm, so we’re already in bed with the Geth, is that it? They were the ones helping us out before we even made peace with the turians.” Mikhailovich hummed as he rubbed at his chin. “I’ll be sure to let the Brass know that we have allies in the shadows. You keep those two around Shepard. We still owe them several awards for lives saved and private island homes on Earth.”

“To be fair sir, I don’t think they much care for that. They just didn’t want us to be steamrolled by biased bureaucracy and trigger-happy slave-dealing corrupt turians.” Shepard replied and Mikhailovich chuckled darkly.

“Which is why they deserve to be rewarded. Human or not, alien or not, machine or not. Doesn’t matter. Unlike those racist ублюдки, Cerberus, we’re a meritocracy that has learned from the failings of idiots like the Nazis. That said Shepard, they’re on the move now more than ever. Don’t turn away anything hinting at human-sourced black-ops. If you can’t confirm that they’re Alliance spooks, detain them if you can for questioning.” Mikhailovich stood up and shook her hand. “I must go now, oh and feel free to toss the Mako in the scrap pile, we’re loading the other prototype the M-44 Hammerhead in the launch bay instead.”

“Thank you sir.” Shepard never wanted to see another Mako again.