Pirate Bebop

Ch.108

“Is that a fucking train coming at us? Why do they have a freight train on the second floor? Is it for passengers?” Abalok questioned after moving off of the unexpected train track that ran through the second floor. The arcology was already mostly secure, they were just waiting for this train to come in since the doors to the outside would be where Luster Dawn would be entering.

After the high-speed freight car passed by, one of the Zerg Harvesters, he refused to use Zarvester, flew in with a pod, which opened to reveal the Maykr-formed Alicorn Zerg Queen, who as usual was wearing only a micro bikini. “I’m here! Why does Jane say I need to be present for taking this guy down?” The nearly naked pink and orange mare floated down to him.

“Probably because he might have something that wouldn’t be able to affect you. The rest of us won’t not be so lucky if that’s the case.” Abalok hypothesized and began jogging to the elevators, since the arcology was mostly secured and the Ghosts had finished slicing into them, so they had full control of the remaining functioning cars, since Brevane nixed one with Force.

“Which would explain why he was after me from the start…” Luster theorized in concern as they got into the elevator, which closed and rocketed them skyward. “...I think…I feel something horrible is about to happen. Jane knows, the Force knows, but not exactly what.”

“They are Hellbent on getting rid of us. This is where he’ll probably deploy it.”

“Oh, you are correct. Though your invasion is a little late.” A monotone angry voice came over the speaker on the elevator. “Please, do bring Miss Dawn right to me. It will ensure my victory all the more.”

“Get bent.” Luster and Abalok chorused, likely also with everyone inside the arcology. Then all defenses in the building shut down. “Be ready for anything.”

“I already have a small army of my Zerg swarming the roof and ready to pour in.” Luster answered before the door dinged open. “Homina, homina! Babe!” Luster gushed in lust at Brevane, who was still masturbating with her lightsaber as a dildo and groping her tits with her tongue lolled out as the Zerg Queen hovered close. “Want some help there~?”

“Hnng~! Hah~...nope, just finished. Besides, we got a so-called Sith to finish off.” Brevane removed her toy from her snatch with a lurid slurp and within a few steps, had her full kit back on, courtesy of the Force and other magic from what Abalok could tell as she approached the door. “We don’t need anyone besides you, hun. Let’s get this over with so we can go home.” With that, Brevane kicked the massive door open, sending it falling into an unexpected pit.

“Spatial distortion to turn the top of the tower into a seemingly bottomless pit ringed with catwalks? Talk about extra.” Luster scoffed in disgusted disbelief, since spatial expansion magic was one of the lost treasures of the Golden Age. “However…” Luster was looking up at the massive machine, easily the size of a space station, replacing the ceiling. “I see the need.”

“Tell me, do you like it? My masterpiece?” Echoed the deep, raspy voice from somewhere in the dark as the trio continued in from the edge towards the large central platform. “After thousands of years, it will finally be done. Divinity will cease to matter as mortals take their rightful place-!”

“Dad~! The UnSCene app is frozen again!” A young woman’s voice echoed from the dark too.

“Not, now, sweetie! Daddy is monologuing to his archnemeses!” At this, the two goddesses and the veteran soldier snorted and barely avoided laughing at the ridiculousness.

“Ugh, so cringe, dad! Hey, could you, like, beat the megalomania out of my dad? Kinda sick of his shit to be honest.” Then a door somewhere closed and they could hear the so-called Sith groan in parental suffering.

“Fucking nerd.” Brevane shook her head in disappointment, clearly having had higher hopes for the BBEG of this saga in Argentia’s long history.

“I may be a nerd! But I won!” The megalomaniac screamed as the machine powered up.

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“Uh, is that tower glowing?” Spike asked as he maneuvered through the aerial battlefield taking note of the UnSC’s HQ was lighting up like a Christmas tree at the peak, then he started feeling sick. Then, he saw suits suddenly stop moving on the ground, fighters glided into crash landings. Then, he held up his hands. “...Oh…” They crumbled to dust and the rest of him followed.

The Swordfish II crashed in a fiery explosion in the jungle.

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“What is it?! What’s happening?!” Marcus bellowed as alerts blared over the bridge of the Vengeful Retributor.

“Sir! We don’t know, but the droids are reporting-!” Comms Officer Ferin suddenly collapsed into dust. Before anyone else could react, most everyone on the bridge followed suit. Marcus felt true terror, then he felt nothing.

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Visilia Themis clutched her breast, gasping for air. Eris, who she had been visiting in her hospital room, clasped her hand with a sad, resigned smile. The Draconequus crumbled to dust in her grasp and Visilia sobbed in anguish as everyone else around her too turned to dust.

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“What have you done?!” Luster Dawn choked, barely able to breathe. It was as if reality shuddered, then, the universe felt empty. The Life that pervaded the Three Galaxies, well over 80 Percent of it, was gone! Even Brevane had crumbled, but left Vinnie, weak, sobbing and glaring through hateful tears at the cackling pale stallion in black hooded robes.

“The gods have died! We are unfettered! The universe is unbound!” The nerd screamed like a madman to the bright, almost night-sky like ceiling in reverent glee.

“You just gave my sister so much work, unauthorized work.” A white wolf with bright red eyes snarled from where he sat on the catwalk railing while drinking gin.

“Wah, but you’re supposed to be dead! I knew Life couldn’t pass, but…” The stallion said in shock and fear. What did this wolf have to do with the mad owner of the UnSC?

“I am death, I’m not a god, not really, nor is my sister who is dealing with her loved ones passing into her realm. Not much difference for us.” 'Death?’ said to the now fearful man.

“I’ve met Lady Death, who are you?” Luster Dawn asked despite her despair.

“I am Lobo or Lord Death if you want to be proper about it. I hunt those whose time has passed and they refuse to leave the mortal coil. You haven’t heard of me because by all rights, nobody you know falls into that category despite how long-lived they have been. I mostly deal with creatures with multiple lives, like cats.” Lobo chugged his bottle and then tossed it over the edge into the darkness.

“Stay away from me! I did it! They can’t kill me now!” The stallion roared at the wolf, who retrieved two sickles from his white hooded poncho.

“This bastard took out the only forces I could get to kill him and technically I can’t kill him directly due to him cloning himself. Everything he has done has been to run from me.” Lobo explained to Luster Dawn and Vinnie, who was now on her paws with madness in her expression while holding the Carnivore’s Bite and unnamed light shield/chakram/daggers. “I can help though.”

“You-you arrogant creature! I have the power to end gods! Change time to suit me! Alter reality to my whim without divine power! You can’t just kill me! I am Legion!” The Pale Stallion roared as he summoned paired red lightsabers from his billowing robes. Different artifacts around the edge of the room began to glow with malevolent force.

“Shut up.” Vinnie snarled coldly as she stared down her snout at the pathetic thing. “Will you shut up and get on with it? No one cares about your shit.” The madman roared as he rushed at Lobo. “Luster, this is clearly a Genesis Engine, like from the old Sonic the Hedgehog Archie Comics! You have to figure out how to reverse it before he can destroy it!”

“I think I read that comic.” Luster Dawn blinked before shaking her head. “Right! Engine!” Luster flew up to the ceiling, because she doubted whatever console at the center would not be locked down. Nerd that the Pale Stallion is, he likely disabled it the moment he activated the Genesis Wave. So, instead, she followed the engineering patterns, color codes and other utilities.

Problem with having professional engineers build supervillain stuff: they label it all very clearly.

“There!” *Bang!* That was a well-oiled hatch! “Okay, oof, they did not make this for women with Golden Age figures.” Luster morphed her thicc busty body into a lithe serpent with a humanoid torso and slithered in to use the built-in control console. “Gods, were the people who made this thing all Gabliani or Raskvel? Can barely breathe.” Luster grumbled as she typed at the clacking mechanical keyboard. Someone was a fan of the classics.

She had to use it, too. The thing was air-gapped against Omni-Tools. “You’re not supposed to be here!” Another Pale Stallion yelled as his head poked around one of the tight corners. He grunted and squirmed, stuck. “...I’m not supposed to be here!” Awkward moment… “So…how do you like the mechanical keyboard? I’m a fan of the clackity-clack.”

“Uh, how did you…?” Luster asked as she kept typing. She had two universes to save, all that.

“I got stuck while building this thing. Other me took over. I can’t starve or dehydrate or any of those biological failings. Been here a long time, actually.” The Stallion grumbled bitterly.

“How many…?” Luster couldn’t imagine such a horrid existence. Seriously, why did nobody, not even his other clones, come get him out of here?

“There are 43,484,824,738 of me around the company, stationed in every facility…last I knew.” The stallion answered boredly. “The link to the rest of me was lost some time ago, for some reason, so I’m also just me. I’m lonely.”

“You seem less insane than the you who just committed genocide on the whole universe.” Luster commented while carefully altering all the settings of the Genesis Engine in the exact opposite direction. Way she figured it, since this thing used fucking sliders, what a goddamn nerd, ahem, that going the other way would just undo what it did.

“Had time to think things over. I’m a pathetic asshole and I may have just killed my own daughter because I never tested this thing until today. Oh and I’m pretty sure I’m still insane…or not. How do you tell?” Muttered the stallion who seemed to have had nothing to do besides philosophize for ages until she showed up.

“Well, if you’re still alive after I change all these setting and fire another Genesis Wave, the golden goddess down there is also the Goddess of Madness. She can tell right quick.” Luster reasoned as she kept-.

“Oh, just hit the back button. Go into presets and select Seed Life, set the parameters to Restore Divine Blood. I have no idea why we thought of putting that in after setting up the sliders.” The stallion wiggled his wrist dismissively.

“...Fucking nerd.” Luster did just that and triggered the Genesis Engine-omigawd She can see everything!

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Spike blinked, wondering what happened. Where was the Swordfish II-? “Mother fucker! Not again!” Spike grabbed his head in dismay at the sight of his beloved Taurus crashed into a trench, mostly in pieces. “I knew I should have paid for the emergency autopilot!”

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Shock. The moment they all ceased to exist was what shocked them. To die to a cheap shot, no matter how smart and unexpected was…vexing. Then it was replaced with rage. The moment the Argentines returned to life, those in the battlefield went on a rampage, attacking any target of opportunity be it an UnSC or Corpus battle droid, equally confused soldiers or just the surroundings. Constructively of course.

Those in command positions or back in civilian areas, were stuck with taking out their official Argentine Wrath Manager and crushing the satisfyingly paradoxically eternally crunchy stress ball with their hands. “I fucking hate this universe! Please tell me the preparations for evacuation and refugee immigration weren’t completely borked by that fucking Thanos Snap!” Marcus snarled at his comm officers over the near-deafening crunching of dozens of Wrath Managers.

So gods-damn satisfying~. No wonder it was one of the best things Nexus gifted the Argentines before they split from the Empire. “No, sir! Everything is still good to go!”

“Good! Tell my mom she can tell my girlfriends to start on moving everyone who wants to get the fuck out of this damn dimension!” Marcus grumbled, glad that while Uri was here with Jane, who had clearly migrated to Jane’s harem, that still left his other dragon girlfriends. Dulvex, Travelex, Freval and Syrex would still act as transporters for the limited portal size and since all of them are the size of moons, save the planetary Syrex, it would be fast.

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Visilia Themis clutched Eris with tears in her eyes after existence returned to everyone else. “I see why you couldn’t see anything further ahead, hun.” Visi rubbed Eris’s back and then looked at her Omni-Tool after she got a notification. Then she leaped to her hooves, her thestral wings fluttering. “Time to start the process of getting people to Devorak!”

“Remember to get Jovia to finally release the Divinity Engine if she wants to join us heading to Devorak. That thing can’t leave this dimension.” Eris called after her aunt, who was in too much perky joy to do more than nod as she practically pranced out of the hospital room. “Ugh…time to finally say goodbye to this dimension. I would miss it, but…seriously, fuck this dimension…”

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“Well, that hurt.” The Stallion commented after one of the golden blades of Vinnie’s Basilisk’s Maw had emerged from his chest and Jennie was the culprit, having just returned to life and instantly let the Force and her War instincts guide her to run the omnicidal monster through. “There are billions of me throughout the Three Galaxies. You will never-.” *Vsht! Pssht-squip.* The bastard was split in two from the chest up and Jennie turned off Basilisk’s Maw.

“The Force is a coy bitch and she really needs to just fucking tell people things, not just give vague signals. Damn stereotypical woman.” Jennie snarled and helped Abalok to his hooves. “She’s still hot, though. Of course the Force is actually a woman. Or at least the iteration attached to Jane is.” Jennie grumbled and looked around. “Where is Lusty?” She demanded from the white wolf man and Vinnie, who were covered in lightsaber burns.

“Up there, somewhere. She did it. She was unaffected by the Genesis Wave, like I was, but unlike me: she’s a nerd and could figure out how to work that damn thing.” Vinnie panted as she turned off the Carnivore’s Bite and Jane’s light shield/chakram/daggers. That thing needs a fucking name. Gods, but Jane is terrible at naming! Jennie then defused.

“How do you guys do it~?” Jane bemoaned once she split from Brennie. “I think I get Nexus’s issue now. I just suck at naming shit.” Jane mewled before she casually caught the deactivated plasma weapon and glared at it. “...Hnnng~...c’mon, think!” Jane rapped her free hand’s knuckles against her silver brow. “...Shrivatsa?”

“The ancient Hindu theological symbolism of protection beared on the chest of Vishnu that supposedly was a sign of his dedication and where his wife, Lakshmi, supposedly resided? Eh…really stretching it, but it fits such a unique weapon.” Brennie agreed and Jane cheered adorably before she put Shrivatsa in her cleavage as Brennie put on her armor, having been naked just now. “Alright, so, let’s go get our goddess of Life waifu, she just saved our asses.”

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“Um, not dead, but still not connected to the rest of me. Do I have cancer or brain damage?” The Pale Stallion muttered, still seeming out of it and dazed. “Are you still orgasming? You’re kinda drowning yourself in all that grool.”

“Sho…muchsh…Life~...” The Goddess of Life drooled from her upper lips while her lower ones still flooded the section of floor she had bonelessly slumped into.

“Hey! Didn’t we just kill ya?! Also…how’re ya stuck in here?” Jane questioned the Pale Stallion after she slithered into the tight space. The Stallion shrugged what little he could and waved his free hand ambivalently. “Well…I sense yew’re not him, who’re ya?”

“I was him, but then I got stuck and the next clone took the main ego, but oddly enough, possibly because of the reality-altering energies inside this thing, I was disconnected from the collective and then had days or…weeks, months maybe, of nothing to do but philosophize and regret my madness setting all this in motion. I mean, really, committing omnicide-deicide?” The Stallion huffed in disgust and frustration.

“Yew’re not gonna go mad if I git ya out…right?” Jane asked herself and the Force, then hummed before she stuffed her goo hand in his mouth! “Drink up, ya have a lot o’ repenting to do, buster!” Jane huffed as the stallion wriggled weakly, only to start turning to goo.

“Mm~...Jane? My brain~. I is full of fuck~.” Luster giggled up at her beau, who rolled her eyes. “Also, can we see about getting this thing disarmed or fed to the Divinity Engine? We can’t blow it up, it could collapse the universe.” Luster rambled as her senses began to return.

“I doubt it could do that. Er, maybe it can, I was insane. Oh, is my baby girl still alive?” The Pale Stallion asked as he reformed as a goo pony. “Oh, my birth name is Bob, by the way.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake! The BBEG’s name was Bob?! What did you call yourself?!” Brennie demanded from the hatch with Vinnie laughing her perfect ass off.

“Um, this is embarrassing, but The Eternal Emperor, Darth Vitiate or Valkorion.” Bob bashfully admitted before they all emerged from the Genesis Engine and descended to-. *Bang!*

“Dad, you killed me!” His daughter, who looked like a Golden Age mare version of him, screamed before shooting at him again, only for him to catch the blaster bolts in his palm and then summon the blaster Darth Vader style with absolute casualness.

“Sweetie, that was crazy-me, I’m the me from…when did crazy-me go up into the Genesis?”

“...Like…I think two years ago?” The Pale Mare asked with bimbo-level ditziness.

“I can’t stand damn crazy families.” Brennie grumbled irritably.