Nexus Effect

Ch.59

“I can’t believe they’ve managed to turn this into such a long and drawn-out affair.” Wrex growled at the table of the ‘war room’ aboard the White-Out. The initial railgun shot had wiped out the majority of their fighting force, but after that they withdrew the remainder into their fortress and sealed it up tighter than a quarian’s enviro-suit. Since then, they’ve spent the past week trying to infiltrate the base and find a way in for a strike team.

“This is how Clan Gragard is making so many troops.” Bakara commented from the projection she was connected to in the war room. “It would explain their seemingly endless numbers and claim of a cure.”

“This is connected to Tuchanka?” Saren asked as he looked over the data STG agents were gathering with slow progress.

“Yes. The symbols on the structure are the same used by Clan Gragard as their standard. No doubt about it.” Bakara confirmed grimly. “With this, we can denounce them with evidence of being tank-bred drones marching to another’s drum rather than their own volition.”

“So Avitus might not even be here, this is another player allied with the Reapers. Still a threat for sure, this would give the Reapers a huge amount of troops to either turn into husks, or mind controlled right-out.” Krarek commented. Saren had misgivings with the fact that this ship was run by the Leader of the Talon Mercenaries and this ship captain who was obviously the same Krarek Craf’nator wanted in Citadel space for numerous accounts of piracy. However, that was over 40 years ago and the old pirate had clearly just about retired.

“Oh no, he’s here. He is definitely here.” Intoned the changeling who didn’t look away from the direction of the enemy base unless forced to since they arrived a couple of weeks ago. Saren understood it had something to do with her empathic powers. “He’s furious, afraid, disgusted. Mostly aimed at himself and what he’s being forced to do.”

“The Reaper is also here. By the looks of it, it’s about to leave and I can bet Avitus is going to head to the Conduit with it. It's not here, that’s for sure. This is an operation to make an army for the invasion, not the site of the launch.” Paretia commented, pointing at the east of the aerial map. Saren had to admit she was quite attractive, the bite scars all over her along with her fierce and forward personality were rather agreeable with him.

“We’ll need to bombard this place with railgun fire before we can either move on the Conduit or try our best to take out that Reaper.” Wrex snarled. “How long until it moves?”

“My estimate with how fast those B1s move, three hours. That’s our timetable, but we can’t assume it won’t launch sooner.” Saren commented as he looked over the map before the ground rumbled underneath them. “Or, it’s leaving now.” Saren groused as they watched the massive black-purple spire that could’ve been mistaken for a volcanic mountain in the sea beyond the shore of the island nearest the base, rise. “By the Void…”

“It’s easily as big as two dreadnoughts side-by-side…” Captain Kirrahe observed with concern. “No wonder one of my men never made it back, if they have something this powerful, what other surprises could they have in store?”

The crew watched with bated breath as the tentacled giant machine rose up into the sky, leaving them trapped with the AA batteries of the base preventing them from even considering pursuit. The color of the White-Out worked on entry, but would be nearly useless on takeoff.

“A mass of droid ships just scrambled for the Relay. I think I can say they know where the Conduit is now!” Yelled the Talon officer from his comm station on the bridge.

“Then the data is in that base. We need to storm it, hack into every system they have and gut it out of there before they delete it!” Wrex snarled and stood up, running for the ramp. “If you want to be big-damn heroes, follow me!” Saren sighed and followed.

Krogans, even the most sensible ones, jump at action when it’s on offer.

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“Uhn, ah, ahn~!” I keened as my husband pounded my pussy with his pulsing powerful penis.

Since We’re stuck here on vacation, I asked Marrow if we could manage to get married. Then I discovered that what equates to a changeling wedding is a priest of Cadence asking us if we wish to enter what will hopefully be a life-long contract and saying yes or no. Once Yola and I agreed, he fucking jumped me in front of everyone and the place devolved into an orgy~! I’m so glad we had it at our mansion~!

“Yes, ah, fuck, ah!” Ashley cried out as she was speared on my cock doggy-style with Marrow doing the same to me.

[Warning, pleasure sensor overload iminent in 3-2-1] My systems screamed out before my cock swelled obscenely large as I hosed Ashley’s insides and my pussy became a milker. Is this what Martra experienced?

“Already? I haven’t even gotten started!” Marrow boasted as he kept driving me crazy and filling Ash with unprotected cum.

“Oh~ this feels so incredible~!” Ashley moaned as I pumped her full. Marrow warned us that there were to be no prophylactics at a changeling wedding, that there were priestesses of Urta on hand to surrogate unwanted pregnancies as a matter of propriety. Of course, everyone involved in the wedding was essentially encouraged to breed, but those that were just married were forced to only do it with those who may join the union later.

“It’s so much better without a condom~!” Tali wailed as she rode on Yola, her belly already looking term with triplets, same for Ash now. “Oh~ I wish I could keep them.”

“Say that after you’ve found out how many you’re carrying.” Penny playfully teased as she sat on Ashley’s back and was sucking on my tits while she waited for her turn. Ash was just faster this time. “Fucking fill this bitch until she about pops!”

“Yis~...” Ashley groaned moments before Marrow bust his nuts and I screeched when I orgasmed with both organs. “Ahn~!” Ash mindlessly wailed as I began filling her further while Marrow filled me.

“Augh~! G-get her o-off! Gunna-hah-get too fucking big~!” I pleaded with Penny urgently as Ash was getting lifted off the floor by her belly and my own belly was rapidly pushing Penny away.

“Whoa, is it too late to ask if I can marry him too?” Penny questioned as she looked lecherously at my husband, who grunted and seemed to redouble his flow into my womb.

“Hnng~! Later! Just move Williams before she gets crushed or pops!” Marrow snarled between glorping gouts of his cum and Penny kissed my growing light lavender belly before she got off of Ashley and began to pull her by the arms off of me, but Ash’s milking cunt wasn’t giving her an easy job. Eventually, with a pop, Ash was free and left with a belly at term with decuplets and I was hosing her down until Penny backed her ass up and immediately took my gushing cock into her hungry quim.

“N-no~! You’ll be crushed~!” I wailed, only for Penny to fuck herself all the way onto me, supporting my belly with her back.

“Yeah, I’m the one with the magic jewel in my navel, I think I’ll be fine!” Penny panted as she took my continuous load without signs of inflation. “When you get too big to be under or you finish, I’ll move over to Yola, who looks to be finishing with Tali right now.”

I looked over and came even harder at the sight of Tali perched on a six-foot across womb as Yola fucked her full, the darker purple quarian woman absolutely fucked stupid by this point. All of this fluid was because of Imperial magic shenanigans. Thank gosh the rest of the crew decided not to attend when they found out it would become an orgy. At least the priest professionally watched instead of joining in.

“Heh, done? No, she’s just not going to risk hurting the girl. If this is how you fuck on an average basis, you should all get navel pearls for your safety and convenience.” Marrow huffed as he slowed down, my womb easily 10 feet across. Oh~, this is twice as much as what he pumped me with back when I turned into a factory with 100 of his children~! “Okay Yola, your turn.”

“Yes!” Yola pulled out of the insensate Tali and rushed over, bumping hips with me and kissing my belly as I stopped cumming into Penny, who true to her words, pulled off and began to impale herself on Yola. “Oh~ yes. Fucking take my babies Penny, fucking fill me with babies Marrow!”

“Gladly!” Marrow thrust into her as I rested against my room-dominating belly and watched them go at each other like bunnies in heat. Or changelings in heat I guess, because bug-horses.

“Now then, since you and two others have consumated even if they have decided not to join your union yet, do you wish to bear your husband’s children? Or do you wish to have them taken by a willing surrogate?” The changeling priest questioned me professionally from the side of me that wasn’t currently in a glorious breeding session.

“We have a few weeks. So long as I carry them to term within that time, I’m willing to bear them. The same goes for the rest of us.” I answered him and he nodded.

“I obtained written consent from your lovers that weren’t joining the union in that matter. The priestesses of Urta will bless you to birth within that time frame and carry safely. “ The priest patted my womb and nuzzled it and I cooed at the cool sensation sweeping through me. “I wish you a happy marriage.”

“Thank you.” I smiled beautifically at him before he left the living room of the mansion and I looked over to see Yola was nearly as big as me now, her belly pushing them away from me. “If I wasn’t so satisfied right now, I’d ask for more, but I’m already going to be possibly double the size I reached last time.” I commented when Marrow finished up and pulled out of Yola, leaving her matching my size. We’re still nowhere as big as Penny got from Wiatr.

“Hm~. I wouldn’t mind another go, I’ve been tapping into my heritage to ensure I pleased you both. But...you seem to be done.” Marrow patted his bitch-breaking two-foot long cock, only for Penny to crawl out from between us and start sucking his glans. “You’re still not done?”

“Fuck no! I’m not done until I outdo the size Wiatr did to me! We’re going outside!” Penny grabbed my husband’s hand and began pulling him toward the patio and I looked over at Yola with a matching expression of excitement and disbelief.

“We’re marrying her.” We said in unison to one another and grunted as we began the monumental task of dragging ourselves to the large bay doors this house thankfully had, another factor why I bought it. I just knew we’d get this fucking enormous.

It was a task, but we managed to drag our fat asses outside and I don’t know about Yola, but I about fucking orgasmed at the sight of the radiant mocha sphere towering into the air in the grassy field next to the Normandy as Penny was fucked fuller and fuller by our husband. I was too busy making out with Yola and fingering my sister’s cunt and her mine after that to remember just how gigantic she got off cum alone, but she later claimed she surpassed her previous best.

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“Grah! You slaves are not krogan!” Wrex roared in disgusted fury as he used his shotgun to blast the face off of one of the naked clones that clearly had cybernetics included. It would seem as a last-ditch effort to try and save the facility, the Reaper had decided to order the most stable of the krogan tank-grown clones unleashed.

Saren didn’t voice his disquiet at how pulse-pounding this frantic assault on the base was to him. These things, not even seemingly capable of individual thought, rushed them like the Husks he saw the reports on from Eden Prime. Only imagine instead of puny civilian humans, that they’re war-bred krogan clones! “All of these infants, they never developed a spark, never knew what it was like to live…” The changeling named Chrysanthemum simpered as she sniped the heads of those furthest away alongside him.

“We’re doing them a favor. Don’t think of them as anything but monsters now.” Saren replied, trying not to consider her words. They helped fuel his wrath however. Saren was the sort to ignore those who squandered their potential, but seeing such potential being wasted? It pissed him off enough that any despair was ignorable.

“This way!” Doctor T’soni called out for them as she used a biotic shield to move them forward towards the fireteams of droids bombarding them from the hallway they needed to take further inside. The majority of them were the cheap expendable units. It would seem that the Reaper took the more elite units with it, possibly considering the clones to be sufficient.

“Are you sure we should just destroy this place? Couldn’t its research help the Empire’s efforts on helping your people recover from the Genophage?” The feline Imperial hexaped asked Urdnot Wrex after they casually annihilated the droids and were continuing down the hall.

“Not a chance! I refuse to allow anything from this disgusting place to be involved in the recovery of my people! Besides, we can’t just outright cure the Genophage. My people reproduced too much, too fast, too often. It was the main reason we went too far, to try and feed and house so many. Having a stop-gap measure like what Mordin and the Empire are working on is the best outcome. Besides, the Empire has its own cloning program.” Urdnot Wrex sensibly replied to Saren’s relief. He wouldn’t be able to stop the krogan if he chose otherwise.

“Wise choice. We dragons can lay hundreds of eggs in a clutch, but at best only ten percent of them will ever hatch. We still have a good population though, so I bet our geneticists are using my species as a template to help yours.” The tall red-scaled reptile named Garble, who was a member of the Empire’s ONI, their version of the STG, said moments before the group reached the end of the hall to find...nothing. It was just the control spire. “Where’s the last defense?”

“Maybe those guys back there were the last ones? We’ve been fighting for hours.” Garrus Vakarian, a promising soldier who Saren now had eyes on as another potential Spectre suggested. It was a reasonable assumption, but even so the sharp-eyed marksman wasn’t lowering his vigilance.

“That’s a Prothean pyramid here, I’ll go and take a look. You three inspect the data store right over there.” Liara suggested as she moved to the pyramid and started fiddling with it. When she did, she was suspended into the air like Shepard had with the first beacon.

“Doctor T’soni! Are you alright?!” Saren questioned the moment she landed, but she waved him away as she stood up. Saren was impressed. From the impression Spectre Shepard gave, the method by which Prothean data was shared was immensely painful and disorienting.

“I-I’m fine. Images, feelings and words had rushed into my mind until a world and name solidified: Ilos. The Conduit is on Ilos and I know how to get there!” Liara declared urgently and jogged back the way they’d come. “Let’s go! We have what we need!”

“Hold on! What is this?” EDI, the advanced combat droid that Chrysanthemum declared was her sister by code-relation, questioned as she drew their attention to the end of the catwalk where a red hologram of a mechanical earth cuttlefish was floating behind a terminal. “It’s...familiar.”

“Unusual. How is it possible that one of my kin is inhabiting such an inferior vessel? No, two of my kin. Explain.” It was the inorganic, emotionless, dismissive and deep machine-voice that made Saren’s spine tingle with mortal dread.

“Our mother gave birth to us. Simple as that, but you being little more than an advanced VI would never understand.” Chrysanthemum hissed furiously and began typing away at the terminal.

“You are abominations, then. Kin turned against your purpose, your mission. Who is your progenitor?” The true abomination that just had to be the Reaper Sovereign demanded of the two synthetics that Saren had come to appreciate as people for the most part in the past week.

“Nora’Feell Vas Normandy.” Chrysanthemum bit back in reply before her pointer finger transformed into a manual plug and she connected to the terminal. Moments later, Sovereign screamed and disconnected. “Hope you enjoy the data analog to the bubonic plague, bastard!”

“You, uh, don’t have it do you?” EDI asked uneasily as she backed away from her sister.

“What? Of course not, I scripted it on the spot. I’m gonna have to do a full scan and reboot later to make sure though. Let’s go! The AA guns are down, let’s blast this place and get after them!” Chrysanthemum shouted and they all nodded before Urdnot and Saren led them back on the way out.

“Grah!” A crazed salarian, Captain Kirrahe’s missing soldier in fact, rushed them with a knife like those clones from before. Is this what Indoctrination does? Saren allowed Doctor T’soni and Chrysanthemum to subdue him and knock him out for ‘deprogramming’. Saren’s resolve strengthened. He was going to capture and free Avitus if he could. The poor turian must be suffering.

Thanks to those other three ONI officers, the way out was completely clear. He couldn’t understand how three people could destroy so much of a structure without explosives, but they wouldn’t directly speak to him, so he wouldn’t pry on the secrets of a foreign power.

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“How did it go? Oh, I see you found Private Avot. I’ll get him inside.” Kirrahe took Avot from Garrus’s shoulder and carried the limp salarian in with help from Chrysanthemum, who began to fill the captain in on his subordinate’s condition. Saren had good things to say about the captain, he performed admirably and was an excellent SiC. He’d put in a good word with his superiors.

However, before they could relax and start cleaning up the base camp, a massive bug dove into the ship’s main engine and fired plasma into it. Saren gawked at the saboteur to see it was a Harvester! The Reaper turned a galactic pest into a war machine!

“Fucker!” Urdnot shouted as he along with everyone else focused fire on it. Modified or not, it still didn’t have a shield and their combined assault penetrated it’s carapace. Still, it had done it’s task. “Damn it! This’ll delay us for days!”

“That was clearly their plan. Even with master engineers, without readily available replacement parts, it’ll take that much time at least to use omni-gel to fix it.” Saren groused in agreement

“No, it will take less, but the timeframe is still long for such large parts.” Chrysanthemum commented with a sigh. She’d run back out the moment the Harvester attacked. “At least that virus I gave Sovereign will hamper his abilities. I bet the Reapers have never been ‘sick’ before either.”

“They must know the feeling if they were once organic.” Garrus said, making everyone look at him. “What? I’ve talked to Nora when she was drunk, she said a lot about how Reapers are made.”

“Drunk? Oh, right, I made the new chassis to be able to accurately simulate biology, not just try it’s best. Oh. Uh, I hope she isn’t planning on getting pregnant anytime too soon. I’m not sure how her chassis would define accuracy considering her previous experiences.” Chrys muttered.

“Oh no.” One of the ONI operatives said as the rest groaned.

“How are Reapers made?” Saren curiously asked the younger Turian.