Nexus Effect

Ch.81

“Mm~.” Velka hummed contently, rubbing her glorious pregnant belly as it was filled with a few clutches of eggs.

“Someone’s happy.” Berserker said with a chuckle, letting the crow lie against his chest.

“My dear, you have no idea how much I wanted this to happen.” Velka replied as she snuggled up to him. “Even if this was a bet I made long ago, I’m finally a mother. All thanks to you~.”

“While I’m grateful, did you not come to us to try and fix a burnt down bridge?” Berserker’s query made the Goddess of Justice sigh.

“If only that were easy. You Argentines are hard to work with at times, even more so now with current events taking root. I’m not going to try and convince you, it’s obvious where you stand.” Velka replied, her voice filled with sadness.

“Good.” The Argentine God of War snorted out. “The last thing my people want to deal with is more Imperial incompetence and backstabbing.”

“So…is this the end of our alliance, Bryan?” Velka questioned, one she dreaded the most.

“Unless the Empire pulls off another stupid stunt, the alliance will remain, so long as it’s mutually benefical.” Berserker answered coldly that made the heavily pregnant crow-woman flinch.

“My dear, please, you don’t need to feel-.”

“Alone? That’s how we prefer it and it will remain so.”

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I felt a mixture of nostalgia and worry at the sight of Tuchanka. It was green. I know the Empire has the most powerful terraforming technology and magic for said purpose was one of the oldest things about the Empire that brought it to power, but holy shit. The brown was now green, the yellow of sandy wastes was now brown, the murky, disgusting water was now blue. Tuchanka looked for all the universe to be a garden world now.

The airspace around the planet was full of activity. Imperial ships were everywhere, the Normandy was hailed by the navy the instant we entered the system. Thankfully the Argentines were on board, since the Cerberus colors flown by the Normandy almost invited a boarding action.

Speaking of which, the Doom Marines were oddly satisfied or at least that was the impression they gave and Jack seemed oddly quiet and introspective lately. She hadn’t even asked to suck my dick the past two days! I’d worry something was wrong, but she seemed more relaxed along with her decreased use of profanity and general contentment. At least her arm was healed.

“Do not worry, everything is going well here. The crime here has decreased to near non-existence.” Then there’s the sexy pregnant milf crow-woman who must be the Goddess of Justice, Velka. She apparently arrived with Hunter and was hitching a ride with him since she needed to come to Tuchanka. She may not have a belly under those lewd black robes that covered everything yet hid nothing, but Navel Pearls exist and help me believe that glow and presence she emitted wasn’t a false-positive on her condition.

“If anyone would know, it’s you, but that’s not why I’m worried.” I replied to the busty bird as I looked back out of the viewport while we docked with Tuchanka Station, which seems to have cleaned up since last I’d seen it. “It’s only been a couple of years and Tuchanka has gone from a radioactive barren Death World to what might be an even deadlier lush and vibrant Death World. The krogan evolved to have clutches up to 1000 for a reason.”

“Oh, Everlasting Dragon Sunderhal has requested to live on this world with some of his siblings for that reason. He and his family are quite violent and they’ve had it difficult living in society, so living on this world and hunting the local wildlife will definitely help curb their murderous tendencies.” Velka informed me, which did not help put me at ease. I mean, sure, one way to deal with predators is to provide them a superior one, but that predator is a superior one.

“Yippee.” I sarcastically drawled as we finished docking and the airlock connected to the bridge opened almost immediately, two fully armored absolutely huge krogan entered and flanked the changeling male who entered after them.

“Goddess Velka. It is a pleasure to-*sniff*-oh, should we establish an aviary?” The robed male asked and Velka blushed so hotly her dark blue-black feathers somehow turned red.

“N-no need. I’ll take care of my own accommodations. Goodbye Matron of Clan Feell. I hope to see you again.” Velka bid me farewell and was escorted out by the Imperial and the krogans while I felt both pleased at accurately judging her condition and also at her addressing me as the founder of Clan Feell. Sure, it’s mostly just a formality, but my family is massive, thousands of members big, the biggest family in quarian/geth history and we’re only going to get bigger.

The only reason I can think she would address me as such is because hundreds of my babies have moved to Andromeda in their pursuit of their own happiness, even if it takes them far away from me… “Hey sis, want to go shopping? Penny has already taken Mordin, Grunt and Garrus down to Tuchanka.” Yola asked me as she approached and I perked up.

“Sure! Let’s see if we can rope Ash and Jack into it. Maybe we’ll even find a hanar prostitute again!” Not the same one of course, they’re on Omega now, but hopefully they are no longer an outlier example of a hanar...

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Penny wasn’t quite sure how to feel. She’d never been to Tuchanka before, but the reports from years ago said it was a post-apocalyptic wasteland of radiation, unbearable heat and cold and megafauna that make non-krogans into meals with a rapidity that was outright absurd.

But when she got out of the Kodiak on a newly-constructed landing pad of a pristine-looking fullmetal structure within a massive forest with trees that were towering skyscrapers in their own right, she could admit to being awed and inspired by the fact that not even a few years ago, this spot was likely a crumbling ruin in the middle of a desert.

“Welcome to the Urdnot Compound. Keep your weapons stowed while here and there will be no-.” The fully-armored krogan standing at the top of the stairs to the landing pad was tossed aside to fall a few dozen feet to a lower platform as an even bigger krogan in top-grade red armor accented with golden cloth in places practically sprinted for them. Wrex looked to be-.

“Shepard!” The scarred red-crested krogan cheered before he tackled her and gave her a metal-crushing hug as he picked her up. “So good to-!”

*Snap!* Everyone froze when something violently snapped and turquoise fluid gushed from Penny’s back. She slowly emerged from the resulting puddle as her synth-suit gave up the ghost. “Uh...shit. Um...does anyone know how to fix that real quick?” Penny asked as she covered her nipples and used her tail to cover her groin. “My inhuman nature isn’t common knowledge…”

“Huh, well, I’m sure some of my guys can come up with something. Though I would have given something to meld with better than metal.” Wrex said as he tossed the suit to a group of retainers who had just caught up with their Chief.

“What? Meld? I’m assuming you’re not talking about the asari reproductive method.” Mordin asked curiously and Wrex smirked at the old doctor who left his world after setting the building blocks for his race’s recovery.

“You’ve missed out by getting antsy and running off, Mordin. Come, let me show you the lab. We’re heading there anyways, I want to show you the scene of abduction and a project I had been working on. I’m sure Shepard will love it. It’ll give more feeling than some dumb robot.” Wrex said as he led them to the stairs. “Make way! A Battle Maiden walks among us and what’s more, she personifies the Goddess Urta! Kneel!”

Wrex’s demands were obeyed and Penny felt something. Like so much energy began to flow into her and she shimmied her hips and groped her areola while she covered her nips and she bit her lip, her tail fluffing up and threatening to stiffen instead of cover her groin. Thankfully Garrus was a total bro and he quickly unbuckled his huge armor plating and helped her into it. It was so huge that even her tits could fit comfortably in the blue torso-covering armor. “Thanks, Garrus.” Penny wasn’t sure she wasn’t about to pounce on anyone and try to start an orgy.

“No problem. I don’t think I have to worry about being shot in this place.” Garrus replied with a shrug. He still had his pants, so he wasn’t indecent, but it was a treat to see him baring his chest like this. “C’mon Shepard, we’re keeping Wrex waiting.” Penny stopped drinking in Garrus with her eyes and giggled as her tail wiggled freely and she sighed in relaxation as she followed Wrex, her paws feeling good on the metal stairs as she moved to follow him.

It was a fair distance down the landing platform to the elevator that brought them to a huge vehicle bay, where they piled into a tank. Specifically a new massive IVF of krogan design, pulled from their historical records called a Cataphract. It was massive, requiring a crew of 12 to fully operate or 6 if you were crewing it with krogans who had the size and muscle to manage the beast of a machine. The fact Wrex had the gall to call it a fucking truck made Penny laugh.

The Cataphract ferried them at speed through the roots of the giant trees to a lab that was situated under a nearby budding lake. Unlike the Krogan structures which were a mix of massive hard stone carved from mountains and metal attachments, this place was purely metal and clinically white to the point it was distinctly not krogan. It was too smooth and elegant compared to bunker-like buildings the Krogan built on a small scale or the huge monoliths they made their ancient cities out of.

“Ah, Clan Master Wrex, it is a pleasure to see you again. Do you wish to show them Lab M-3? Three of the project subjects are almost complete. The samples you gave us are amazing to work with, they would have made great clone troopers back in the years of the war.” Questioned a towering tall gray-skinned alien, whose neck was a good amount of that height.

“Who are you?” Grunt asked curiously as he looked up at the lofty alien, who was easily 10 or 12 feet tall of spindly lanky proportions that seemed straight out of human science-fiction.

“Oh, apologies. I am Lab Master Naroc Braseo, head of this facility.” Naroc answered as he began to lead them through massive labs and Penny could see infant krogan sleeping in tubes all around them.

“Are these other tank-bred?” Grunt asked in a mixture of interest and concern.

“Yes, though they are being kept in hibernation for after the war in case the krogan suffer a massive drop in population, which is expected. Though Lab M3 is a special project headed by Maelon, requested by Clan Master Wrex, in an effort to revive a fallen Hero I believe. He even tried contacting Mistress Death.” Naroc said with excitement as Wrex rubbed his crest.

“I kinda requested a redesign when Death herself said you weren’t dead.” Wrex told Shepard who blinked as the dots started to be connected.

“You were cloning me?!” Penny yelped as they reached a door labeled M3.

“More like making a body to do all sorts of illegal necromantic rituals to pull your soul from the ether and stuff inside so you could get back to kicking ass. At least until I discovered it wasn’t illegal and I could just plea to Death herself if you still had a destiny beyond death, whatever that means.” Wrex huffed as he gestured to the tube in the room that held Penny’s clone, but… “Yeah, I know. Your DNA was kinda scrambled from the sample pulled from the Normandy’s crash site.”

Penny approached the tube and looked at the elf-eared dark-skinned human who looked almost exactly the way she did before she nearly died. She had much longer hair than Penny ever knew her own to grow, the elf ears were another giveaway, but this clone was also 7 feet tall. She had no idea where that could’ve come from, let alone the elf ears. “Well, I don’t know if I feel comfortable taking this woman’s life to wear her as a suit.”

“She will awaken soon, so it is not advised we repurpose her for you to inhabit, Empress Penny.” Naroc stated with a slight bow of the head, his neck curling in a fairly unsettling way.

“Yeah, that’s where project two came in.” Wrex said when he gestured to the ball of mocha flesh in the tube next to the clone. “It’s the one Maelon was working on, I asked if he could make a suit of armor like a Warframe, but the Kaminoan Process team isn’t the one in the know of their design, but they helped him give a go at it.”

“You were trying to make something like Ivara?” Garrus asked and everyone on the team looked at Garrus. “What? Kasumi has been riding around in that suit for days playing pranks! I got a pie to the face!” Garrus said in exasperation.

“Of course, one of the most powerful biomechanical weapons in two galaxies is being used to play pranks. Of course.” Naroc huffed and approached the tank. “This is merely the flesh component, it is capable of morphing around any given contents, forming bodily features as appropriate for what lies underneath. It is ready, but untested. Are you willing to risk it, Empress Penny?”

“Well it’s either that or I’m stuck in this lab until my synthetic body is finished.” Penny sighed and nodded, so Naroc typed away at the console which flushed the fluid suspending the ball of flesh and the moment the tube lifted it lunged for Penny and began covering her! “Mmph! Hm!” Penny struggled, her slime fighting against the mocha slime that only looked like flesh until it encased her and she struggled for a moment before taking a gasp and feeling her eyes open before they actually did. She was laying on the floor and panting before she stood up.

“I think that means it’s a dud.” Grunt huffed in amusement and Penny blinked as she touched her still-foxy snout, then looked behind her at her still-foxy tail wagging around. She was just opaque and mocha colored now.

“Hm, perhaps you should focus on molding your body into its original shape, Shepard?” Mordin suggested and Penny grumbled as she focused on how she used to look. With her tall dark-elf clone nearby she had some visual reference to help and soon she looked like her old self, red mohawk included. She had been resigned to not having her hair red ever again.

“Alright, now that you’re dressed, you can go after Maelon. After you get this rutting kid to his Rite. I’m surprised he isn’t killing or fucking something with the pheoromones he’s giving off.” Wrex huffed and looked Grunt over. “My offer still stands to welcome you to Urdnot should you pass the Rite, but damn it lad, you need to get laid afterward. I know Shepard smells like the beacon of fertility she is, so you get a pass for restraining yourself so well.”

“Thank you, Chieftain Wrex.” Grunt sighed and cracked his neck. “But my fight can wait, one of the men responsible for the revolution of our kind is in danger. I’m willing to resist my urges until then.”

“No. You deal with this now. I’ve hired HK-47 to hunt and kill Chief Wreyloc and his damned Blood Pack goons to rescue Maelon, you’re just the cavalry and clean-up crew. I don’t know if you’ve seen HK in any way since you went missing, Shepard, but he isn’t just some run-of-the-mill assassin anymore. He can handle it. Now, get dressed before someone pins you to a wall and fucks you.” Wrex chuckled and Penny rolled her eyes as she started stripping her synthetic suit to dress her new organic one.

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They have a recycler on the station now! I may not be buying scrap anymore, but thank fuck have they moved to appropriately disposing and reusing materials. Tuchanka Station was also much cleaner than before and still had guards at every ‘street’ corner. It was like a piece of facist-protected paradise.

“I think Penny will get a kick out of this.” Yola giggled as she held up the massive fox-dick dildo that was transparent and colored the same as Penny, so it was clearly an interpretation of Urta’s penis even though she’s known to have an equine penis.

“Hello~!” A silky voice purred and we turned to see a gray diamond dog that had slightly vulpine features. “This one is Newtrus, Daughter of Willow and Cocoa. How may Newtrus help today?” The busty bootylicious slime woman asked eagerly. She must be the owner since this sex shop was named the Newtrus Lewdtruss. Wait!

“You’re a daughter of the Goddess of Sex and the Goddess of Secrets?” I asked worriedly and the sly-looking slime nodded perkily. “Then I’m guessing you may know-.”

“Who you are, yes. Newtrus is aware, but this is a shop and Newtrus working, so no time to chat. Wait.” Newtrus slid on her paws like she was roller-blading and quickly rounded the small shop before returning. “Newtrus has no other customers. Now then, Newtrus has something from mother for you two.” Newtrus reached elbow-deep into her cleavage and pulled out two...two spookily familiar glowing syringes, but they were iridescent this time.

“Uh...why would she give us those? Magic doesn’t work on us like it does organic people.” Yola asked curiously as she accepted the medi-pen handed to her and I warily accepted the one for me.

“Mother said it is a collaboration between her, other Displaced and Eris. She says when time is right, take it to save the situation. Newtrus no like, is obvious Deus Ex Machina. Now then, can Newtrus help sexy customers?” The slime dog asked with a wink and her tongue sticking out, making her obscenely cute and paired well with her sexiness.

“Um...well, Penny is-.”

“Know all about new-aunt Penny. Newtrus has many suggestions!” The demi-goddess declared as she began pitching numerous kinky things to us and I ended up buying a whole crate of things…