Nexus Effect

Ch.61

“Feeling a bit raw in the undercarriage there, Spectre?” Urdnot Wrex chuckled as Saren adjusted his hardsuit and armor around his groin, for maybe the fifth time since they left the White-Out’s self-made clearing to head towards the nearby tree-hidden facility.

“I think I just sired a whelp.” Saren muttered in disbelief. The people that Shepard attracts are all crazy, dangerous and incredible in various ways. That woman was easily the best pilot he’d ever seen as well as the best lay he’d ever had. He wasn’t a prude either and comparing Paretia to veteran asari courtesans was an incredible compliment when it came to sexual acts.

“Heh, really? If she keeps it, that kid is going to be so talented that the council is going to clamor to get them in the Spectres.” Garrus chuckled as he kept checking their six.

“Eugenics are mostly proven false, Garrus, although they do help if tempered with training and discipline.” Chrysanthemum stated as she helped Doctor T’soni avoid getting her boots stuck in the ankle-deep mud they had to slog through. “Is this the place, Liara?”

“Y-yes. I feel it. It’s here. I remember this place. It was where it was being developed, where the scientists hoped to prepare it for us. To have it ready so that we wouldn’t fall like they did.” Liara muttered, her gaze glazed over as she looked around at the sunken overgrown buildings. “It’s gone...all gone…”

“Shh. You’re not a Prothean. You’re an asari. You’re in the now, not the then.” Chrysanthemum cooed to the distraught archeologist who took a shuddering breath. The Beacon and Cipher must be incredibly disorienting.

“I’m really wishing they sent Midnight Melody instead of me right now. She’d be able to help figure the nuanced stuff out.” Garble grumbled as he yanked his bare red claws from the muck. The dragon apparently only wore enough to remain decent since his natural armor surpassed the efforts of most modern armor and weaponry. Saren was thankful his species was so regulated even with their efforts of mass-breeding, or perhaps they’d have gone the way of the krogan.

“Well, she’s not here. We are. So stop your complaining and keep marching.” The female lieutenant of the four ONI dragons told off her superior, which weirded Saren out. These Imperial spooks were full of surprises, but he wasn’t going to question their SOP.

“I don’t think so, we’re going to need your muscle here.” Martra said from up ahead. The hexaped had a much easier time traversing the muck than the rest of them, so she was the forward scout.

“Droids are moving in on us, I need to take off or we’ll lose the ship.” Paretia called over comms. “Don’t worry, I’ll be able to make another emergency landing when you need pickup. Or I could have Krarek use the Kodiak to come get you.”

“As awesome as that was, please just send the Kodiak.” EDI whined as she, with her lighter frame and mechanical precision, was further head of the group, but not as far as Martra. She’d even put on armor and was brandishing a blaster, which made her look no different from any human or batarian. This sparked warnings in Saren’s mind, that the droid model she was in could easily be used to infiltrate all sorts of places.

“No promises~.” Paretia replied in a cruel purr that made Saren’s abused groin twitch.

“She reminds me of dad, more or less. I wish he was here right now.” The female dragon said with a sigh.

“Don’t worry sis, he will be if he thinks it’s serious enough.” Another of the dragons replied and Saren got even more alarms in his mind.

“Hey! There’s stasis pods up ahead!” Martra called back and the group increased their already respectable pace. Ankle-deep muck may have slowed them to a walk, but it was still a fairly good pace they managed. Once they rounded the next bend, they found Martra and EDI looking over a bunch of coffin-like metal containers that Saren recognized as Prothean stasis pods.

“Are any of them working?” Saren questioned when he approached. He wasn’t an archeologist like Doctor T’soni, but finding well-preserved Prothean remains was still a significant find.

“I think this one is!” Liara announced as she hurried over to the one pod that still faintly hummed with power. “We should mark this on our maps, the contents could advance Prothean archeology immensely!” Liara begged, only for Chrysanthemum to hurry to it and begin typing away at the small holographic panel that appeared when she reached for it. “W-what are you doing?!”

“They’re still alive! I sense them! I’m going to wake them up!” Chrysanthemum’s announcement shocked everyone, but Saren quickly collected himself.

“What happens when we do? How do you think they will react?” Saren inquired, since he didn’t want to take any chances should things go sideways.

“We won’t know until we wake them up.” Garrus shrugged but kept his rifle moving as he continued to scan for enemies. Good, those cautious instincts serve a soldier well.

Speaking of which, Saren noticed that the ONI team was on guard, taking in the surroundings. They seemed rather agitated, as if they were trying to spot an enemy he just noticed. “What is it? Droids?” Saren questioned, getting Garrus’ attention while the others were occupied with the stasis pod.

“No, it isn’t droids, it’s something more ancient. Not the Reaper either, this feels far too close to home. Something’s not right.” The red-scaled dragon muttered as he rubbed the gem of his collar.

Apparently a dragon’s hardsuit is part of their collar, the thing was a complex armor unit that deployed and retracted on command along with keeping their actual physical size manageable. This was reinforced when their hardsuits suddenly developed thicker armor plating along with a helmet before they summoned massive melee weapons of various types.

“Get ready, we have a third party crashing in.” The female lieutenant announced with the chainsaw glaive in her hands revving up.

“Where are they coming from?” Saren questioned as he joined the others in their determined visual scanning.

“Up there!” The one of the sergeants pointed out when he saw a horde of Demons made of mechanical parts, painted white with yellow and black. “What the Hell?! That doesn’t look right!”

“We got droids and demons incoming!” Garble shouted furiously and Saren balked. Demons? They can’t be serious!

“What are those?!” Garrus shouted and joined the rest of the group in firing at the horrific cybernetic monstrosities that were clearly some alien beasts fused to robotics.

“Cyberdemons! No definite classification though, these are new!” One of the dragons answered while slashing glowing turquoise claws through a couple.

“This is impossible! Father said that any Demon existing outside his universe would instantly die!” The ONI lieutenant declared and Saren had to wonder just what the Empire has been hiding if this was something they had dealt with in the past.

“Please wake up. Please, please-yes!” Chrysanthemum chirped and the pod swung open. She grabbed the living Prothean wearing a suit of red armor in a fireman carry and didn’t waste time following Liara, so Saren gestured for the rest to follow her as he covered them.

“Dammit! At this rate we’ll be overrun!” The other ONI sergeant who used an odd two-handed flail Saren believed was called a nunchaku stated in concern.

“Aw, it’s too late for that my niece and nephews.” A guttural voice chuckled and the ONI officers all practically fled from the source of the voice, which turned out to be a towering hulk in full armor vaguely similar to the Imperial Doom Patrol.

“No...no! You can’t be here! I’m calling father! Try to stall him!” The lieutenant frantically ordered.

“There’s no need for that just yet.” With a wave of his hand, the Cyberdemons turned their attention on the droids that had been approaching. The two enemy forces promptly battled each other. “Come now, use your heads. Who do you think wears those colours? Haven’t you noticed the insignia on their shoulders?”

“Who are you, what are you and who do you work for?!” Saren demanded with his anti-armor rifle aimed for the armored alien, who raised his hands up mockingly.

“Easy, Saren. No need to rush, but if you can’t figure it out I’ll spell it out for you. Cerberus has made a deal with my boss, Satan, whom the founder has had in his possession for a long time.” The Demonic alien laughed when the ONI operatives seemed to quake in their boots.

“Everyone, if Marauder is not going to attack us, then you should get away while you can!” Garble shouted and urged everyone to follow Liara and the groggy Prothean into the ruins. Saren remained behind until Garble harshly gestured for him to follow the others, so he nodded grimly at the warrior who was intending to at least occupy this person who exudes danger like an apex predator.

[1001100 01101001 01101110 01100101]

“Oh~, so big~...” I moaned into my heaving tits that were now somehow each the size of four shipping containers stacked two high and against each other while my belly now rivaled Penny’s hot-air balloon sized girth. Yola was the same next to me.

“I think we need a bigger mansion.” Penny joked from where she was lounging atop my left breast, her belly only the size of a woman about to birth decuplets right now.

“Pfft, a mansion? No, we need several apartment buildings!” Tali said from Yola’s left breast, of a similar size to Penny right now.

“I’m sure we could populate a small town, ladies!” Ashley declared, also matching her fellow harem-mates in size from where she was on my right boob.

“Ladies, ladies~! You think too small! I think a whole city suits us!” Marrow, sharing size with the other girls too, said from where she was on Yola’s right breast.

Oh~ Yola and I are so fucking gigantic that our lovers can use us as beds~!

“Oh~ are you sure I can’t fuck you all right now?” Vaetor mewled from where he squirmed on his repulsorlift platform. Mrr, yes you sexy beast. Come and get it~.

“They’re overfull as it stands.” Van huffed from his own platform with a shake of his head. “I came as soon as I found out. Are you really being forced to breed an army for us?” Van asked with concern. He was well-dressed and now officially the High-Chancellor who co-led Rannoch alongside Shala’Raan with Rael’Zorah as their impartial mediator.

“M-moar~?” I asked with a lick of my lips. Mm~ more sounds good…

“They’re in a trance like when dragons are pregnant, so I’ll answer. Yes. Hermais, the Imperial Goddess-slash-God of Knowledge is Nora’s Displacer. Nora has reached the point where she is where she needs to be for the next…*sigh*, Two Years.” Marrow bemoaned and I moaned in pleasure at the idea of making and birthing babies for that long~!

“Damn. To reduce them to mere factories...as soon as they finish production on this wave, they need to be moved somewhere else. I’m so sorry your honeymoon turned into this.” Van lamented as he began typing away on his omni.

“Don’t be. I had worried it would be the case. The Empire has a tendency to worm it’s way into every crevice of your life when you work for it.” Marrow said as she laid back on Yola’s tit. “That said, do you have the Harmony Sapling established? With all the Argent being produced here and elsewhere on Rannoch, it’s a prime target for Hell if they ever return.”

“That was taken care of months ago, don’t worry. We knew about them from Star Swirl’s data, so we had it planted as soon as we received Harmonia’s precious sapling. It was put in the center of the largest agricultural park in Qwip-Qwip. I still believe we should’ve named it something else. Why did we leave it to Admiral Zaal'Koris vas Qwib-Qwib to name the capital?” Van sighed at his own non-sequitur. “There, arrangements have been made, I’ve also ordered another ship to bring more processed scrap, perhaps even Omni-gel since they’re not producing Omni-gel like the others.

“This is an interesting link to Yggdrasil.” A tall almost human-looking male said when he approached from the direction of the cliff. He wore armor made of leather, lined with fur and an iron helm with ram-like horns. “I wonder why the tree is linked to here.”

“Uh, is that Borr?” Ashley asked at the sight of the strange human, the hyper-pregnant woman sitting up more to get a better look. “Holy shit, I think that’s-wah!” I yelped when Ashley leaned too far and her sexy rounded body rolled off of my tit, but I didn’t hear her land. “Th-thank you.”

“Are you alright milady?” I heard from below. Wait, that’s my Argent pool.

“I-I’m just fine…” Ashley replied surprisingly meekly. What’s going on down there?

“To be so blessed with children, you must be quite the woman.” Hey! Stop flirting with my pet!

“W-well. Not compared to any of these ladies.” Aw, you’ll get there someday, Ash.

“What is thine name?” Excuse you? Back off!

“A-Ashley Williams.” No~ Ash~! Don’t fall for his sexy nordic ways!

“I am Borr, father of Odin, Explorer of the branches of Yggdrasil, the tree of worlds.” Borr explained and I wriggled in irritation at being unable to see over my fucking giant tits. “You look much like my kin, if a little smaller.”

“Smaller? Everyone is as tall as you where you come from?” Ash questioned and Van left while Vaetor grumbled as he poured over his omni. Why does nobody care about this stranger?

“By a foot whereabouts. Do you know what this Realm is called?” Borr asked before jumping up to my face where he laid Ashley back on top of my right tit, where she belongs. Other than impaled on my cock or sucking it. Or in my bed, tied up with leather straps-.

“This is Rannoch, but I don’t think that’s what you mean.” Ashley helplessly looked at Marrow who waved her off and left her stumbling in trying to talk to the homina-homina stud.

[1001100 01101001 01101110 01100101]

“So. My people are gone, but you say that these two are Reapers?” The Prothean, a man by the name Javik, asked in astonishment as he gestured at Chrysanthemum and EDI while the group traversed the interior of the ruins with a bit of aid from the ancient alien.

“Yes. We figured out what the Reapers are. My mother is a Living Intelligence with a chassis as organic as possible along with having taken Reaper code into herself. None of us knew it, but she shared that code with us before she got the Reaper Update Executable. Now all of us, her children, are Reapers too.” Chrysanthemum informed the bewildered alien who shook his head.

“So simple. If we’d known they use an organic core, we’d have been able to exterminate them. No matter. I’m here, I will destroy them with your help, save this Cycle from falling like mine did.” Javik declared with determination. “Getting the Conduit will be a crucial step. With it, we can ensure that they cannot blitz the Citadel and they’ll be forced to make a slow march from Dark Space that could take years and buy us time to prepare.”

“Also don’t forget that you have us too now. We may not be from this galaxy, but we’re not going to let you all die. Especially since the Reapers would obviously spread to Andromeda next.” Martra replied with a pragmatic yet empathetic stance, one Saren appreciated the sentiment of.

“Thank you. Now then, the Conduit should be just inside here…” Javik muttered to himself as he activated a seemingly dead access panel and typed away. When the door opened however, it revealed numerous rasping Husks and Avitus Rix standing at a pedestal, looking far too gone with easily half of his body augmented with cybernetics. “No!”

“How did you get here before us?!” Urdnot snarled before the group fired upon the Reaper drones. There weren’t many, but they were enough for Avitus to turn around and his mechanical eyes to bore into them.

“Simple, I dug a hole.” Avitus replied sarcastically before he leaped into the air with his repulsor pack to grab some tree roots in the hole in the ceiling and he climbed up.

“Avitus!” Saren roared at his former protege and fired at the ceiling in the hopes his cannon would penetrate and hit the Indoctrinated Spectre, but it was not to be. “After him!”

“Use me as a step!” Martra shouted before she stretched to the low ceiling and used her arms to grab the lip of the hole while her two pairs of forelegs were held as rungs. The group quickly did so and Garrus, who was the first out, quickly sighted Avitus and shot his repulsor pack, sending the augmented turian crashing into the muck.

“We’ve got you!” EDI and Chrysanthemum shouted to Martra as they hauled her out of the hole and the rest rushed towards Avitus as he clambered to his feet.

“No. I won’t. I won’t fail Sovereign! We’re so close!” Avitus snarled and grabbed his pistol, aiming it at the tablet-sized Conduit much to everyone’s horror. “We don’t need it, it would’ve been nice to use it to enhance the Cycles, but if it means failure, I will destroy it!”

“Fool! If you do that, then half of the planet will be erased!” Javik snarled as his pale white biotics flared over his hands.

“How is it that small anyway?” Doctor T’soni questioned, likely to try and ease tension.

“Quantum field theory beyond what you may comprehend. We miniaturized it as far as we could for ease of use. There wasn’t much point if it was bigger than a Drive Core.” Javik impulsively replied as the standoff continued, but before things could develop a blaring whale-like rumble bellowed above them and everyone looked to see Sovereign hovering above with it’s bay doors open and droid gunships deploying.

“What? I...I see. Yes Master.” Avitus pressed something on the Conduit and he was suddenly gone! The tablet dropped into the muck with an unceremonious splash.

“No!” Javik wailed in horror as he dove for the miniaturized Mass Relay. “He’s gone to the Citadel! We need to give chase!”

“Then let’s go!” Urdnot declared as the Prothean wiped the mud from the device, which was discouragingly dim when before it pulsed with energy.

“It needs to recharge! It can’t send more than a single area of space at a time. Be it a single person, or a single ship. It’s the one limitation miniaturization forced us to build into it.” Javik frantically informed everyone and Saren snarled at this convenient inconvenience.

“The Reaper is leaving!” Liara yelled as she led the group towards cover as the gunships the Reaper left as a parting gift began a strafing run. “We need to call for evac!”

“Way ahead of you. Thanks for leaving a line open, we heard most everything. Paretia is busy fighting droid ships, so she dumped me and the clunker to pick you up.” Krarek said over the line as the Kodiak shuttle dove through the trees. “I hope you don’t track too much mud in my-.”

Those were Krarek’s last words before the Kodiak was smashed into by Garble’s horribly maimed and wingless body. The dragon was nude and at a massive size, so when he hit the Kodiak, it fell under him and was crumpled like a soda can.

“No~!”