Pirate Bebop

Ch.105

Leyndell Spaceport was a bustling place, even though it was purely servicing the Argentine/Rebel Alliance forces and no citizens lived in the rapidly growing prefab city being erected beyond the strait-skirting port yet. Now, prefab or not, it was still an ultra-modern Argentine-level of tech city and most colonies and early-stage cities in their home universe of Devorak started out like this. It was nothing to be ashamed of.

“So Schrodinger, this is the Era you were born?” Asked Seras Victoria, the Golden Age Bodied Cainhurst Vampire Thestral from the Painted World who Schrodinger has worked alongside for over a dozen millenia. She had this hyper-busty and thicc body long before the Empire existed.

“Yes, now booba! I want milk, Seras Dear!” Schrodinger demanded and Seras raised an eyebrow. “Fine, I’ll go anthro and fuck you like crazy as always later.” Schrodinger snorted in amusement at the ‘trade’ he and his mate have had since they met and Seras went to unbutton her Victorian-style blouse, only for voices to clear. “Aw, c’mon~. I want my wifey’s cream~!”

“We still have work to do.” Jane grumbled as she set down Raya’s beautiful red scaly body on a chair. “And return the cinnamon roll.”

“You’ve been asking for days and the mainframe is still defragmenting. Pulling anyone out will result in Corruption until it is finished.” Schrodinger chuffed at reminding the Pirate Queen for the third time this week. Rebasing a whole military structure is not a quick thing! Even with distance not being a problem. “Now, milkies~!” Schrodinger cheered with his paws held up.

“Not in public. Calm your kitty titties.” Seras snorted, buttoning back up since they had company.

“Seras, I need help with a blood sucker running about in the lower levels. Oh, Schrodinger, in two places at once? I left you tracking the bastard.” Alucard said after he appeared with his new Twilit body pitch dark like a living black hole unlike Seras, who faintly glowed pure white. The Painted Worlds were evacuated to the Twilight Realm by Luna. No way was she going to leave them in Paradise when it was collapsing.

“Aw, damn it! What am I doing right now?” Then he was gone, likely now the other cat.

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“Have you found them?!” The Sith UnSC Director demanded.

“Yes. We have located where Tarkus has hidden in the Dark Sector. We are sending a Buster Call ahead of a full invasion force.” The news got the gray stallion grinning darkly.

“Excellent~.” He steepled his fingers-.

“Dad~! The extranet connection is doing that ‘Connected, no Internet’ thing again!” His daughter called down into what was effectively his penthouse’s ‘basement’.

“Not now, sweetie!” Besides, his call was-*Call Dropped*-Force damn it!

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“They’re coming.” Kevin said out of the blue, but the Force also warned me. “We need to bring Tarkus through to-.”

“No. If we do, the people who politely let us move into their system and didn’t so much as bother us fer anything will pay fer it if we just cut and run when the UnSC are coming.” I stated, reminding everyone about our quiet Light Side Force using neighbors who had not so much as called us to complain about anything when they had every right to.

“So, are we done running away?” Bryan asked and I nodded. I, too, was tired of running. I want this to end and we finally have the means to do so. “What’s the plan?”

“Have a droid defense fleet defend Tarkus, evacuate the citizens to here. Meanwhile, we take an elite strike force directly to Aiur II and cut off the head of the snake. The UnSC may not be the ones behind everything, but they have the lion’s share of woes to answer fer. Removing the leadership will leave them scrambling and vulnerable for a good long while.” I directed, then flushed. “I mean, that’s my suggestion.” I awkwardly finished, realizing I had just taken charge.

“Either way, these Corpos die. We need details on Aiur II: its infrastructure, military might, logistics and the like.” Rico pointed out.

“That’s what Amelia and her sister are fer. Bring them in on this. Then we need to…right, ya got this.” I nodded, the Force assuring me that I had mentioned what needed to be said and that the Argentines, the hyper-capable people they are, had it from there. I need to focus on myself.

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Marcus prepared the droid navy and army for the defense of the system. From what Jane has told, there is an enemy fleet poised to destroy everything they had worked for involving Tarkus. The Buster Call she described was clearly inspired by the same overwhelming naval tactic from One Piece. Where 3 gigantic warships with escorts arrive to utterly annihilate a target. Only instead of destroying an island, they destroy a whole planet. Exterminatus Style.

That meant only one of the ships had to make it within range to deploy a planet-dooming weapon. What that weapon was, varied, so they couldn’t just prepare an easy counter. So, unfortunately, since most of the droids were the soulless B1 variety fresh off the racks, HK, Bones, Dee and Daw were essentially left in charge of the few soul-bearing droids to run herd on them to improve efficiency and response times.

“Arranging a Spearhead Blitz on short notice, with most of my available forces tied up in a defense blockade of a single planet where only a single Hail Mary pass and it’s fucked. Haven’t had a challenge like this since the Battle of Khrissus.” Marcus muttered as he rapidly coordinated with his command structure through his Omni-Tool.

“You’ve got this, son.” Bryan assured him with a pat on the back.

“I know I do, I just don’t feel comfortable with the fact I’ll have to put our allies at so much risk. With their skillset, they're best suited to breaking through the enemy defenses and establishing a beachhead while we occupy the bulk of the enemy’s attention. The way they captured so many assets before, the Rebels can easily run the blockade and secure an LZ. I just don’t like putting people not my own in such peril.” Marcus sighed, realizing he was reiterating.

“Yes, I know. I feel the same way. However, they are involved one way or another. Better to die free than live as a slave.” Bryan grimly declared and Marcus nodded.

“Which was what they chose in the first place, becoming pirates in defiance of their evil overlords. At least here they’ll be doing what they always wanted to: sticking it to ‘The Man’, man.” Marcus smirked and Bryan rolled his eyes. “The only reason I didn’t say gal was because you’re not female right now.” Marcus joked and Bryan punched his horny mother-fucking son in the shoulder, causing the equally big, tall and swole wolf to laugh.

“Hm, you think we could sneak in a quickie?” Bryan asked before he switched to his female form. The armor changed with her, but like all other herms or females, the chestplate was still flat with a dimensional pocket for her boobs so she still had full freedom of motion.

“Afraid not, I’ve got my hands full and-oh, nevermind~. Jane seems to have sensed something and suddenly half of my work has been pawned off. Let’s go, fama.” Marcus growled with pent-up desire and practically tossed Brennie over his shoulder to sprint for the nearest bed.

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“Hurrying up to wait is always the hardest part.” Jet Black commented as he sat in his captain’s chair aboard the Bebop. While he was a little annoyed that he and his family of a crew had been eclipsed by newcomers, he also didn’t mind so much command being taken out of his hands. He was still somehow in charge of the Rebel Alliance forces, somehow, but he mostly just followed the Argentine Alliance’s lead since they had the tactics and command structure.

“Where’s Edward?” Faye asked as Spike dug through his tools by his MS. The two were visible on the security monitor by his chair. While the Bebop now had a crew numbering in the hundreds due to magically expanded interiors, most of that crew were Raskvel and the Bebop was essentially being used as a massive Mobile Suit Transport, all in a tiny, sexy trawler.

“She said something about AIs on the extranet and tracing them. She’s in her hidey-hole in the cargo bay.” Spike said dismissively.

“Aren’t we storing a ton of bombs down there currently?” Faye asked incredulously.

Jet immediately turned on the PA. “Françoise Appledelhi! You get out of the explosives bay right now or so help me: I will revoke all candy privileges for the next month!” Jet barked and he watched the cameras in the cargo bay until he found Ed, Aurora and Ein fleeing a room. He snorted and rubbed the bridge of his snout.

“Edward made the Bad Guy Ships start shooting each other!” Aurora giggled over the comms and Jet regretted he needed to be sober right now.

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“Well, that’s everything.” Kevin checked the datapad one last time. Everything was in order and everyone was in place. The moment the order was given, the invasion force of 6 Strike Cruisers, 6 Nebula-class Battleships and 6 Nova-class Destroyers along with the 6 assorted Rebel Privateers running the blockade would pour through the portal.

It was a meager number, suicidal even, but the plan was to get in, decapitate the UnSC, then get out before reinforcements could arrive. Besides, the majority of the UnSC’s forces were going to be met by the droid forces at Tarkus. It was rather inspired, baiting the enemy to overextend to strike them in the heart from behind. The fact it was being done over the breadth of an entire galaxy was what was really impressive.

“Not everything.” Vinnie brought up and he blinked at her. She rolled her optics and pressed her heaving hooters together with her wrists. “Beep, beep.” Oh! Right, they’re ships. So they have more space tonnage on hand than calculated.

“Adding that into the equation…and done.” Kevin stated before jumping a bit when two hands grabbed his ass. “Whoa~, there, Vinnie. I could use an outlet for pre-battle jitters too, but-.”

“Shut up and fuck me, husband.” Vinnie crooned into the back of his right ear, having to stand on the tips of her beans to do it and Kevin moaned from getting so damn hard faster than light.

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“So…this is it.” I breathed to settle my nerves, even though I don’t need to breathe, even in a solidified Cybertronian anthro wolf form. Sure, ‘venting’ helps regulate my internal temperatures, but it was otherwise unnecessary and I am just trying to distract myself-oh fuck I hope I don’t get us all killed!

“Yep.” Jimbo said from next to me. We’re partnered due to the synergy of his Strike Sword or as he officially named it: Damascus and my Zaku Warrior or as I have finally named it: Corsair. I’m a pirate after all and corsair is just another word for pirate. Uncreative, but I was done leaving my MS unnamed.

“No pressure.” Luster Dawn said from nearby. While she wasn’t going to be actively fighting, she needed to be present to accurately direct her legions of Zerg without just letting them run loose and slaughter indiscriminately. After all, she has sapient allies to consider, along with the many civilians working for the UnSC for a paycheck rather than being willfully malicious.

“Calm, you must be. The Force, aid you, it will. The Dark Side obscures, but trust in yourselves, fine you will be.” Master Yoda assured us with Demona nodding in quiet affirmation. The hulking buff gargoyle babe has chilled out a lot lately.

“This stuff is hard and boring, why did mama suggest this time when she was younger~?” A pair of puppies whined from the back.

“Who are ya two?” I asked in confusion at the red-eyed black and white wolf pups.

“Death, erm, future death, our old selves are still about…will mama be made if we’re talking to you?” The black puppy questioned.

“I’m sure she will be. We did a bad thing again, didn't we?” The white puppy asked us.

“Not yet, young ones, if quiet on who your mother is, you be. Dangerous, time travel is.” Yoda gently advised the pups and gently scratched their heads with his gimmer stick.

“But we don’t really move like that. We are like Schrödinger, yet not like him.” The two said.

“But the rest of us ain’t, so head home wee pups.” I gently urged, resisting the desire to scoop them up and snuggle and nuzzle them.

“Mama said that you might know how to help us Mr. Yoda, but he um, reincarnated in our linear time, so we came here.” The white puppy spoke.

“Advise you, I shall try. Just leave matters of who, what and when vague, if you please.” Yoda then began guiding the pups out of the ready room we were trying to relax in.

“We can, um, “Eris” would come scold us if we didn’t. Can you explain the Light and Dark? We apparently sit on the opposite ends of it. Somehow. We can’t talk to people who know better since they are away from us on the other side of the galaxy. We're confused on what that all means and Mama wondered if you would be of help if you hadn’t, well…” The black puppy explained all in one breath before they left the room.

I was thankful because my urge to snuggle pups was rising until they were gone!

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Hildra ran around patching up ships, cleaning tools, loading weapons and fucking a few coworkers. Also Shekka, because fuck did she love her fellow tech-savvy waifu. As the shipwright of the Bebop, she had unofficial seniority over all the other tech heads among the privateers, so she had a lot of work. Thank fuck there were so many hands on deck.

Also thank Visilia for letting her and Shekka out of her womb after being ‘punished’ for making pod babies out of their and Brennie’s DNA. She hoped Revex and Lyrix would be safe here in Leyndel, but since Treasure Planet was in the fucking Warp, she just had to hope really hard. At least the planet was heavily resistant against casual fuckery by the Big Four, being anathema.

“Whoop!” She jumped when her huge, peach-shaped ass got groped and a groin pressed against it. She looked back to smile at Shekka. “Hey babe! We fucked, like, a half hour ago. Is the old horniness creeping in?” Hildra asked worriedly and Shekka bit her lip while rubbing her lover’s wide, egg-bearing, bright yellow jumpsuit-clad hips.

“Not really…more like the ‘we might die soon’ dread kicking the libido in. Also, you were bent over and your peach became a heart.” Shekka clapped her fellow Raskvell’s cheeks and Hildra blushed with a hungry smirk before she twerked her ass back against Shekka’s lap.

“Well, I’d love to, but we don’t have time, hun. Help me out with this Rodi’s magazine, won’t you? Having more hands for the loading is a big help.” Especially since these were special rounds and were too fragile to be loaded with the machine used to refill the magazines. Boy were the UnSC fucks in for a surprise!

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While the battles on two fronts were drawn up, many were either handpicked or volunteered to stay behind on Treasure Planet. These people were to safeguard and overwatch, along with work on the development of new cities before those who used to live returned. Whether they remembered who they were or were reborn for a fresh start was debatable.

For Visilia, it was her job to stay on Treasure Planet and administer it with her patented Argentine experience in politics, economics, architecture and all other manner of important skills. Skills that many with her possessed, but not to the degree of experience she had. That was the boring stuff at least.

“So we’ve made the colosseum both physical and digital?” Velvex hummed in intrigue.

“Yeah, only death row prisoners get the death battles, but aside from controlled duels and sports, the arena won’t see as much physical use, so it also hosts Dive ESports where their actual skills can be simulated and displayed in ultra-realism holograms.” Visi explained, because with the addition of holographic ESports, the colosseum would be in constant use.

“With all the advances being dropped on Treasure Planet, I wouldn’t be surprised if a good number of the refugees evacuated here from Tarkus didn’t want to stay afterward.” Velvex huffed while going over all the work done by the engineer corps. The shattered world had rearranged itself drastically, forcing all roads to need to be repaved, what few standing bridges rebuilt, not to mention the demolition of all the ruined settlements, et cetera.

“I know I shouldn’t, but I’m bored and in need of dick.” Visi sighed longingly.

“Ma’am, now is not the time for sex and procreation.” Velvex shook her head. “After everything is said and done, yes. Until then-.”

“Please~.” Visilia pleaded, her hands on her thighs and bent forward to put her scarlet furred cleavage on full display, having tugged on the seam of her bodysuit to do so.

“No.” The bone-white earth pony mare affirmed.

“Yeah, sex!” Midna cheered as the Goddess of Twilight faded into existence.

“Don’t encourage her!” Velvex snorted in disapproval.

“But sex!” Midna whined with puppy dog eyes.

“Pin her!” Visi declared and the two horny deities jumped Velvex, who despite not having any divine status, twisted out of the grasps of the two goddesses and made a tactical retreat, she was in no way scared to tits that she was about to get turbo pregnant! “After her!”

“Avalanche to Command, the ovaries are running rampant, I repeat, the ovaries are running rampant!” Velvex called over her comm as she dodged around a giant orange hair-hand.

“Roger that, Avalanche. Rendezvous at the planned intercept point.”

“I got her!” Midna cheered before grunting in disappointment at the sight of a mop.

Velvex burst through the sliding door to the commissary and the goddesses followed through, only for the lights to cut out and a scuffle to be heard, followed by a pair of moans.

Velvex snuck out while the two designated studs kept the goddesses occupied.