Pirate Bebop

Ch.46

“Ugh…” Vinnie groaned into the toilet bowl after vomiting up some argent. “What the fuck~? I haven’t had morning sickness...ever.” Vinnie spit some more argent out of her mouth and huffed as she sat up, rubbing her abs as Kevin and Juneau hovered over her in concern. “Then again, I’ve never been knocked up by a fellow cybertronian.”

“Not even with Brennie?” Kevin questioned as he joined his wife in rubbing her stomach.

“I wish. We did fuck, yeah, but we were always careful like how I was with the rest of you. There were plenty of opportunities, but another of our wives, husbands or the Chaos Trinity always ended up causing that to not happen. That or one of Brennie’s hot as fuck friends.” Vinnie jealously muttered as she went to the shower and turned it on with her wife and husband joining her. They figured that with how Jane skipped out on the fun last night, no pool party today.

“Well, what about Nexus? Didn’t you all have children together at some point with her?” Juneau asked curiously, since she too had sexual relations with Nexus and her harem of wives.

“Hm...yes, but...she was always the mother in that case. I didn’t get to bake any of her buns in my oven.” Vinnie mused with bemusement. “Huh, wow. How did we not marry her?”

“Let’s not talk about wanting people who already decided against it to be in the marriage. They’re good intimate friends and that should be enough. Don’t be like Brennie pining after Meen-Rei.” Kevin chided his wife and Vinnie pouted impetulantly before her stomach roared and she groaned.

“Fuck~. I laughed when Nexus talked about the cravings and intense hunger, but fuck I’m craving metal, argent and all kinds of stuff. I could really go for some carbon.” Vinnie mewled as she quickly rinsed off and got out while Juneau and Kevin stayed in for a more thorough wash. “I’m gonna go try to sate this weird hunger, let the others know I’m out in the wastes.”

Vinnie quickly summoned her armor, since it was faster than getting dressed. She then left the room and immediately ran into Brennie, who was conveniently heading the same way. “Cravings?” Brennie asked breathlessly, also in her armor and looking rather harried. At least her spiky ponytail gave her some semblance of having it together. Did she look just as bad?

“Fuck yeah. Who bred you?” Vinnie asked while they descended the ramp into Bay 1 and nearly jogged to the lift to the surface. Vinnie and Brennie leaned against the wall and promptly vomited up some more argent, Brennie’s being red while the blue of Vinnie’s was now laced with bright yellow, synonymous with Life which she still held the majority of.

“Rico.” Brennie answered with a huff and smacked the button for the surface level. “Shit, I laughed at Nexus for telling us about this. The sooner we get materials in us, the better.” Brennie leaned into her wife and the two held each other up as some dizziness set in. “This fucking sucks, but she mentioned it felt really satisfying once she had materials in her.”

“Then we better chow down on all the scrap we can.” Vinnie belched and they staggered out into the wastes, not even bothering to hunt for quality, they lunged at the nearest pile of junk and began eating.

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“So to recap: the raid on Char is on hold due to how volatile the situation has become. We’ll need to continue building up our forces and resources. Hopefully the things that Jane has set in motion will give us an advantage there.” Bones turned off the hologram and sighed while pinching the bridge of her nose. “That boyfriend of your mate better pull through.”

“Hey, he makes Jane happy just by existing, I’m not going to doubt him.” Luster huffed with a pat of her flat stomach while she hovered, once more adopting her preferred maykr tendril legs and levitation-granting wings. “Besides, he’s got Urta and Penny’s Aspects. He’s not helpless.”

“Considering how good at combat Urta is, that is reassuring.” Pillar stated with a look around. “While it seems we’re still stuck hurrying to wait, we’re all going to be fairly busy even with our own pursuits. While we don’t know exactly what Jane’s plotting, we’ll try our best to be prepared for whatever comes of her schemes. I’ll be returning to the Infinity with Collateral today. Repairs are going quickly thanks to the extra help and Lucatiel’s skill.”

“Daw~ you’re making me blush~!” The hyper-busty cybertronian tiger hawk griffin wiggled cutely before she adorably patted her cheeks. “Anyway, I better go get in my Rodi, there’s work to do.” Luca ended up leading most everyone out, but the Argentines stayed with Luster for a moment.

“So, she’s in there again, huh?” Visilia asked with a pat of Luster’s falsely flat stomach and the glowing purple Navel Pearl in her belly button. “I feel your body just roaring to make more eggs.”

“They’ll just be more drones. Aside from using them as fodder, I don’t see a point.” Luster mewled sadly as Visi kneaded her stomach. “Gosh that’s nice...yeah, I’m a broodmother, through and through. I need to breed. It’s practically encoded in me. I never got knocked up before, so my instincts didn’t really go past the usual horniness, but now I’m obsessed.”

“Well, if you’re going to have to make fodder minions anyway, why don’t you try something using a Thraggen as a base? Make Orks! Prepare them for WAAAGH!” Collateral joked and Pillar socked him upside the head with a hiss, but Luster tilted her head in interest.

“Ignore him! Do not make fungal-based orc-like dumbarses obsessed with war.” Pillar urged, but Luster just smiled evilly with a head-splitting glasgow-grin.

“Bitch, they’re the only ones having fun in the 40K universe and they make some of the wackiest weapons! Don’t say otherwise!” Collateral argued with him.

“...Okay, you make a point, but you’re telling the current Zerg Queen to make a Zerg strain that self-propagates off of spores and is a green tide of muscular idiotic death.” Pillar countered with a sigh of resigned frustration.

“That uses the power of Imagination! The amount of physics-breaking they do is hilarious within its own right.” Collateral added on.

“I don’t think I can manage that much, but I can make a rapidly growing army of green brutes easily. I still haven’t hatched those hundreds of eggs that Jane and I made earlier, I’ll start with them...but I need a Thraggen. Send someone to Surprise Recruit a Thraggen from Novahome.” Luster hovered away, giggling maniacally with her leg tendrils writhing happily.

“I think you just created an army of monsters, Rico.” Visilia chuckled darkly.

“Sweet!” Rico cheered before his brother brought his hammer down on his head.

“This is not sweet!” Edward snarled with worry and frustration.

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“Why is this so sweet?” Brennie asked Vinnie as she munched on garbage. “I mean, this trash tastes good.” She crunched on the handful of nuts and bolts that were sweet and tangy. They got a bit of umami to them when they were greasy, but the formerly wild gab-goos were good at leeching as much lubricant as they could from the environment.

“Don’t ask me!” Vinnie said through a mouthful of bleached circuit boards before she took a swig of oil she’d cracked an archaic engine block to get to. “This has no right to be so tasty.” Vinnie declared before reaching into the pile of junk, only to hiss and withdraw her hand before a hulking roach-person emerged from the pile. Sydians were easily described as anthropomorphic brown roaches with tribal-level knowledge and cultures. They also ate iron in all forms.

“Offworlders. You too consume the bounty of the land?” The towering brown hulk questioned in slightly halting Common with curiosity as his feelers waved in their direction. “You are metal people, who eat metal? Are you cannibals?” He questioned while crossing his four thick arms.

“We’re hungry Cybertronians because we’re pregnant.” Brennie answered with a pat of her stomach while looking the potential threat up and down. He had the build of a warrior.

“Ah! Good. women with eggs must nourish them well. I am Big Rock, I come to know if this tribe claims this land.” The aptly named 9-foot wall of chitinous muscle stated with his hands on his slim hips which were much thinner than his broad shoulders.

“Sorry if we are intruding, we’re just really fucking hungry.” Vinnie mewled as she continued to stuff her face with literal garbage.

“These lands near the Outworlder home are left alone. I ask because that would make you our nearest neighbors. By tradition, we must welcome you to the region and lay down borders so we do not interfere with each other’s scavenging.” Big replied before he bashed his four fists together with a grin and a chitter of the mandibles on his cheeks that met in front of his mouth. “Or, we could engage in a contest of muscle to determine supremacy.”

“You challenge those who are pregnant?” Brennie asked with a raised brow. “That doesn’t sound very honorable.” This made Big Rock tilt his head in confusion.

“But women are strongest when empowered by their vicious instincts to protect their unborn clutch and have been known to tear dozens of kin apart swiftly. Are your kind not strong when you are with children?” Big Rock questioned curiously with a scratch of his head.

“Okay, you have a point. Yes, we are strong when we are with children. It’s just a social faux pas to challenge a pregnant woman to a physical contest.” Big looked utterly confused. “Uh, it’s not polite.” Brennie’s clarification mortified Big and he got on his hands and knees.

“Sorry! I meant no insult! I will let others know of this.” Big’s prostration made both of the ancient warrior women uncomfortable and they pulled him to his feet before guiding him inside for a more thorough talk.

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“So, who are you?” Jet asked the Krogan woman carrying drums of dismembered corpses through the Bebop, unamused at the blood and viscera she was trailing through his home.

“I am Biachia, worshiper of Life.” The Krogan told him as she casually held the large drums up, one in each arm, to sidle past him down into the heart of the ship, where Luster Dawn’s hatchery resided. “I am here to see if I can help my goddess. I brought an offering of the flesh of my fallen enemies to fuel her budding engine of War.”

“That’s considerate of you, but you’re getting our home filthy. When you’re done, clean up this mess or at least find one of the slimes willing to do it since I don’t think using chemicals to clean the floor will be appreciated by any of the pregnant ladies aboard.” Jet chuffed and went towards the bridge with a shake of his head. When he sat down, he patched a call through to the Ghosts at Novahome. “Captain Tahillia, this is Jet Black. What’s the news?”

“We’re following a group of pirates causing some trouble. One of them blabbed about some stupid plan to hold the planet ransom by taking a slipspace bomb to the Stellar Tether that keeps the two halves of Tarkus from floating apart.” Tahillia reported and Jet rubbed his snout. He’d be worried, but the Ghosts were Argentines and not about to let that happen.

“Typical dumbass pirates with more ambition than brains. Is one of them a Thraggen, though? This crazy plot to grow an army of those muscle-headed pain junkies relies on one joining our crew.” Thraggens were fucking crazy. The Death World the goblins they’re descended from rapidly evolved them into hulking roid raging warbeasts that actually feel pleasure from pain.

“One, woman.” She answered curtly.

“So, what’s her name?” His crew was obnoxiously huge by now, but a big family was a big family. By his girlfriend’s glorious tits, they keep Surprise Adopting new crewmembers.

“Khorgan, she’s the captain of this small crew of pirates. We’ll subdue them shortly. Advise, what do we do with the rest?” Tahillia questioned.

“I’m not a cold-hearted person. Drop them off somewhere, but grab another engineer if you can. Actually, scratch that; take them all. They must have at least one ship. Steal it along with the crew, we’ll be adding them to the fleet.” Jet said casually. They had to start somewhere and while the Infinity is a beyond impressive boost, they still needed to gather more hands. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Shoot.” Tahillia replied as Jet kicked his boot-clad paws up on the console.

“Why don’t you Argentines bring in your own ships?” That would solve a good number of issues.

“The barrier is still at play. Until it is removed completely, we cannot bring in anything bigger than a gunboat.” She answered with a sigh.

“I understand that, but don’t you have technology to shrink things down like the Empire used all the time?” Jet asked curiously, since the Empire did so many ingenious things with that magic and technology. It was perfected and innovated so much that to this day, size-control collars were still able to be made so giant species like dragons could live normal lives. He even heard myths and legends about Urta once hiding a whole fleet in her storage and becoming the size of a planet before unleashing them from her cleavage.

“...Yeah, we do. Huh...why didn’t we think of that? Oh, right, we don’t do things like what the Empire does. Bring this up with Queen Visilia, however.” The line cut out and Jet got up to do just that. He went through the Bebop to her room and poked his head in. Then he checked the other rooms until he found Visilia with Brennie, Vinnie and a huge nearly-naked tribal.

“Huh? What’s a Sydian doing on board? Whatever. Visilia: why don’t you have one of your giant folks have a fleet of ships go into their storage, become normal-sized, then come here to deliver reinforcements?” Jet questioned and Visilia’s eyes glazed before she bit her lower lip in fury.

“Fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff-!”

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“...I feel very amused right now for some reason.” Urta suddenly commented at dinner with her loved ones.

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“Okay, Jet, tell us: what do you know about our fleets? From what we’ve learned, our involvements have been heavily censored and rewritten.” Brennie asked Jet while Vinnie calmed their wife down from performing a TFS Vegeta scream.

“Not much, just that you easily rivaled and likely outstripped the Empire for naval capacity along with your ground capability. Don’t you have someone of epic enough size to act as a surprise fleet carrier?” Jet questioned, because the legends of the giant goddesses were epic enough not to be lost entirely through verbal tradition.

“No, we don’t. Also, look.” Bringing up her Omni-tool, she showed him some pictures of a Star Fort. The design was very gothic and elegantly brutal in its grim facade along with the batteries of weapons everywhere.

“Oh, that must be a StarFort. How big is it compared to the Infinity? Considering that Space Hulk can classify as an artificial moon.” Jet whistled in appreciation of the design.

“This is a Ramilies-class StarFort. It’s only a quarter the size of the Infinity, but that’s the standard near-stationary system defense platforms of Devorak’s navy. Our standard fleet ships are up to half her size. While the Empire had grand one-offs like Infinity, we have spent longer refining a combination of size and efficiency.” Brennie stated while bringing up one such dreadnought. Considering it dwarfed the super-dreadnoughts of this universe, whoa.

“I see, so not even your smaller ships are small enough for your largest able-bodied person to store.” Jet groused in disappointment.

“Wait, hold on, didn’t a bunch of Ancient Dragons immigrate to Devorak over time? They never stop growing, we might be able to track down one big enough to do it!” Vinnie brought up and Visi nodded through her panting breaths.

“That’s why I got so fucking furious with myself for not considering it.” Visilia took a deep, calming breath and then let it out. “Yes, there could very well be planet-sized giant citizens in Devorak who live utterly normal lives with size-control collars that they are practically fused to with how they are never taken off for obvious reasons. I need to call my son.”

“Our son.” Brennie pointedly reminded her and Visi fluttered her eyes at her wife before quickly leaving the room. “Hopefully he hasn’t caused himself to suffer a mental breakdown.”

“I can tell you’re reluctant about this. I appreciate you wanting to keep this on the down-low until we’re ready, but things have changed and we have to adapt to it. Just have a little faith, because we really need you.” Jet told her and then left the room to attend to his duties.

“You speak like allied chieftesses discussing war. Do you bring it to our doorstep?” Big questioned and Brennie sighed before sharing a look with Vinnie.

“Sadly, yeah. Or rather, it’s always been here, now it’s about to properly break out.” Vinnie told the hulking bug with a finger pointing up. “It’s beyond this world, encompassing all that we outworlders know. Tarkus is going to be a turning point.”

“Which means we’ll be using a lot of the planet’s excess junk for building and maintaining the local garrison. We won’t be too dependant on Tarkus’s scrap stockpile once we have a few Sweepers on this side of the dimensional boundary, but otherwise, your world is going to get a lot cleaner.”

“Our food? Our homes? You would take them for this war?” Big Rock questioned in shock and Vinnie patted one of his beefy arms.

“Yeah, but I’m sure we can work out nicer homes and provide you better quality food. Having some Sweepers go over Tarkus and cleaning it up would reveal the long-forgotten ground beneath the trash and then the gathered resources could be properly utilized to make this world safer and habitable for more species while improving your kind’s quality of life.” Vinnie said while gesturing around her. “A place like this, imagine each Sydian living in homes like this.”

“Soft beds, safe shelter, easier food…” Big Rock mused and then grunted. “Many Sydians will not like having to change, but as much as I like fighting, I do not like it to be necessary. I will go to my clan chieftess and she will decide what we do next.”

“Just remember that we do not want to be enemies.” Brennie assured the big bug and he nodded before he left the room. The moment he was gone, Brennie and Vinnie groaned as their stomachs roared in demand for more materials. “Vinnie~! We shouldn’t have let our sexy husbands knock us up~!” Brennie whined as she willed herself not to start eating furniture.

“Shut up and start dumping junk from our storage on the floor!” Vinnie whimpered and began grabbing miscellaneous things from her cleavage after she despawned her armor and began desperately shoveling them into her mouth, where they were instantly reduced to a slurry on contact with her teeth so she could chew and swallow. Brennie promptly mirrored her.

“Curse you Rico, you sexy bastard! I’ll get you for this!” Brennie sniffled as she ate junk food.