Pirate Bebop

Ch.58

Jim had been fighting for days, Tanya was brandishing her weapon on her Mobile’s chest since it had lost an arm. Most of their squad was either limping or dead, the Legacy had pockmarks in its hull and some of the crew were dead from ramsleds the Corpus used to board it. After that incident two days ago, every Mobile and fighter did their best to kill those armaments as fast as possible.

“There’s a Radiator exposed on that ship!” Tanya yelled before Ansel took the shot. The Corpus corvette went up in the flash of a nuclear blast. Jim’s Strike Sword’s advanced sensor suit spotted a person-sized craft falling away from the ship and he quickly had the system report the sighting to the Legacy. It looked like a Warframe attached to an Archwing, which was not good.

Warframes are a rogue element of the Empire that survived the Fall. They did their level best to massacre the military forces of the Corps and Govs regardless of affiliation. If they’re here, then the Legacy might be doomed if they turn their attention to them.

“All Mobile Suits and Fighters, return to the Legacy! We have new incoming ship translations and we do not have reinforcements inbound this soon!” Amelia ordered urgently and Jim winced. This meant they were likely going to attempt a retreat.

Jim followed after Tanya-.

Rage

Jim shook the overwhelming sensation off, panting for breath as he-.

Kill

“Ensign Hawkins! What is wrong?”

Destroy them all

“▂▂▃▃▄▄▅▅-!”

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“So, that conniving noodle did get my Zaku Warrior transferred up here.” I chuckled as I approached my mobile suit. “What was the excuse?”

“Inspection.” Uri replied as I paused to take my combat companion in. This will be the first time using it in combat without Rivala Morphing around it for enhanced durability and mobility.

“Well, considering the Argentines were the first pilots of Nexus’s mobile suits, I bet they’re the best ones to do it besides Nexus herself.” I turned back to my Padawan, who took to the Force like a fish to water. I believe it is her powerful calm and indomitable will. I’m flailing blindly, but she has a natural knack for this. Maybe she could be her universe’s Goddess of Force?

“Yes.” Uri then pointed at the Atlan Titan next to my Mobile Suit. “Mine.”

“So, yer trained in being a titan pilot?” I asked curiously and Uri nodded. “Yer full of surprises, my beautiful Padawan.” I praised and enjoyed the sight of her tail sinuously wagging languidly. “Well then, I won’t ask ya to deploy with me, but I won’t say no to yer support.”

“Support.” Uri cutely raised her fists on either side of her big bust and nodded.

“Great, let’s talk about our objective. His name is Jimbo and he’s a sexy hunk.”

🎺

Brennie was at peace. This was nice. All spread out and loose as a pool of herself and nothing to worry about. No wonder every slime she knew said this was relaxing. Also, a bunch of female Rasks and Gabs were relaxing with her, using her as a hot spring pool. That too was its own kind of enjoyment, feeling all these sexy shortstacks bathing in her, chatting with each other.

Also, her wives and husbands too, along with the crew...fuck, she’d let herself host a damn pool party and it was all kinds of enjoyable. Brennie had to wonder where all this extra biomass came from, but then decided not to worry about it. For all she knew, since she never ejected any biological waste, this was just what had built up for thousands of years.

“Mm~.” Brennie hummed into the lips that kissed her and she brought her awareness mostly back to the piece of her that was herself from the waist up leaning in a corner of her pool. Visi was her lusty assaulter and she gently pushed her equally red and metallic lover away. “No~ Visi. I’m all chill right now.” Which was ironic, considering she was as hot as a spa bath.

“I know, you were just too cute not to kiss.” Visilia tittered as the alicorn slime snuggled up to her, her membrane keeping her separate from melding with her wife’s slime again. “Mm, it’s as wonderful as it is with the others, but at the same time it feels more special because it’s you.”

“Mhm~.” Brennie hummed her agreement before they both let some of their pregnant bellies out for all to see. They made sure to keep it at a reasonable size for obvious reasons, but also to avoid turning the rasks into fawning fools. “Wow, it feels so nice to be cradling all of that for you.” Brennie used her slime, which was new to her and yet so easy, to stroke and knead her wife’s four-foot belly below the surface, causing Visi to moan and lean against her.

“Hey, none of that or you’ll kick off something lewd.” Vinnie playfully chided her wives when she popped up between their fecund sides, which were much more pliable at the moment. This only made them pin her between them, which none of them disliked. “So, how are you feeling? Your soul is singing, but what about your mind?”

“I’m...adjusting.” Brennie answered with a sigh. It wasn’t an easy transition, but she had hope for getting through this new change. “I’m still scared.”

“I know, but Visi adapted fast. You will too. Soon enough, you’ll rival Wiatr in all ways...hopefully not the soul-fusion part, though. Don’t let yourself go that far.” Vinnie gently insisted as she wriggled to pull herself on top of the two sexy hyper-pregnant metallic slimes and she crawled over Brennie’s shiny surface to smooch her, her arms wrapped around her neck.

“Thanks to you, I don’t think that’ll-.” Brennie gasped when she felt a faraway presence, something akin to her, yet so unhinged. “Oh no.” That wasn’t a good sign.

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The instant the Vengeful Retributor came out of translation, I launched along with Uri from the hangar to witness devastation. The Legacy was alive and limping towards us before it halted as swiftly as possible, but the occupying Corpus forces were being enveloped in explosions. I sensed it: Jimbo’s artificial wrath as he fought impossible odds alone on sheer force of will.

“Jimbo’s gone berserk! I need to get close so I can snap him out of this compulsion!” I reported over the comms before I had the Zaku Warrior rocket across the system at FTL speeds thanks to the ME core allowing such straight-line speed. Uri was in my wake so her own craft’s systems could save on energy.

While the Atlan Titans are of similar quality to Nexus’s mobile suits, they aren’t products of a Goddess of Machines. They were made long before they ever met with her, but she improved the designs for them on request. That said, they didn’t have the experimental black box modularity of Nexus’s original works, so I would have to take into account that Uri’s craft wasn’t going to be able to operate nigh-indefinitely.

We emerged back into regular physics and I could witness the results of Jimbo’s madness clearly. He decimated the Corpus attack crafts and reduced many of their larger ships to derelicts by severing vital components from the outside with some immensely powerful blade judging by the damage. “Survivors.” Uri pointed out and highlighted on my HUD. Jimbo didn’t always go for killing blows it seems.

“As much as it pains me to say, we don’t care about that right now. They’ll have to fend fer themselves until their help arrives.” I led Uri through the destruction towards the ongoing maddening sensation of blind fury. “When we find him, he is going to attack. I need ya to help restrain him when ya have the opportunity, I need to dock with him and physically be there.”

“Understood.” Uri replied shortly before we rounded the latest derelict cruiser, where I held up my heat hawk in time to block the long shiny blade attached to the forearm of Jimbo’s craft.

My measly little hatchet could barely withstand the leverage, but I hooked the blade of my weapon around his and used my other arm to keep the SMG in his other hand from aiming at me. The Zaku Warrior’s systems blared warnings about the strain, but I wrestled with Jimbo until Uri got behind him and wrapped the legs and arms of her larger and physically more powerful mech around his.

The Atlan Titans may not be as refined, but damn do the Argentines not skimp on physical force considering they were designed to fist-fight Hell Titans if they had to. I docked the chest of my suit to Jimbo’s, the two compatible craft easily linking a deployable umbilical shroud around the cockpits. The instant the hatches opened, I was tackled into the back of my cockpit with the red glowing eyes of Jimbo glaring into mine as he tried to choke me to death!

Thank fuck I’m a slime! I couldn’t speak, so I peered into those wrath-blind eyes. ‘Let go of the anger, fer it is not yers. Center yerself, peace. I will not harm ya.” I willed telepathically into his mind and the expression of rage lessened to confusion, before his eyes slowly faded from bright red to the opaque dark purple they naturally were.

“Jane?” He let go of my neck and before he could back away, I pulled myself up to kiss him, fully and properly in person at last. He pushed me away before I could go further and I felt great disappointed. “Jane, w-what happened? I feel so lost.”

“We need to get ya away from here. The same force that enthralled Urta and drove the Argentines away from the Empire did the same thing to ya just now, sending ya on a murderous frenzy. We need to get out of here before the Corpus regroup fer their counterattack.” I went to the center of the MTS and prepared to undock, only for an alert to pop up as the viewscreen surrounding us turned off. “Compatibility-wha?!”

I was tossed back into Jimbo’s arms when the Zaku Warrior and the Strike Sword began fusing together! Specifically, the Strike Sword began opening up at unseen seams and then moved around, acting as over-armor as well as adding two extra arms to the Zaku Warrior, which was now being called the Zaku Khan! “Uh...what just happened?”

“I have no clue, uh, just...just leave piloting to me, I think ya have control of the two extra arms and those fancy wing-like boosters added on the back.” I stood in the center with Jimbo pressing against my back, his wings out and arms ready. I squeaked when our suits melded and kept us like that, with my paws and his hooves pressed firmly together. “Oh, fuck, I guess yer the main pilot, I have the smaller arms.”

“This is so damn confusing, also, why does it have me pressing my groin into your lower back?” Jimbo bemoaned as he began following Uri.

“I don’t know, but I really wish we could be in this position outside of potential combat.” I replied as I crossed my arms under my bust, since they were ‘extra’ compared to the larger arms Jimbo controlled. “I can feel ya throbbing against my back, ya had a serious rage boner, dude.”

“Focus on that later, there’s a Shiden coming in with a beam saber.” Jimbo groused as a heavily damaged Shiden rushed at us. “Seriously, he stands no chance, what is going through his mind right now?”

“Considering he’s Corpus? Probably something about a raise.” I snorted and casually raised the SMG bearing hand out to fire controlled bursts at the enemy’s arm wielding the beam saber, putting the mobile’s combat ability out of commission, but leaving it mobile, so it fled. “Also, it’s kinda hard not to focus on it. I’ve been fantasizing about this fer weeks.”

“We can bang later, okay?” Jimbo huffed before putting his arms back and following Uri into FTL towards the Vengeful Retributor and the Legacy, which had now paired-up in formation to leave the system with more Corpus reinforcements inbound according to the comm chatter.

“Is that a Corpus-made Tallgeese?” I asked when I focused on a mobile suit at the head of a charge heading towards the two Super Dreadnoughts. “Oh shit, that’s a Tallgeese! The design methodology may be based on the Teiwaz frame, but that’s definitely a Tallgeese!” It was painted white, had a red mohawk and a large shield that had missile pods integrated.

“What’s a Tallgeese?” Jimbo asked before that Mobile started matching us for speed. “Oh Hell no! I’m grabbing your friend, this fused craft has more booster power than them.”

“No.” Uri interjected before breaking off of the direct route we’d been taking, so Jimbo cursed and chased after her, but by the time we caught up, she’d exited FTL in front of the charging Tallgeese and back-handed it so hard across the head that it spun around 180 degrees. She then kicked-launched off of it back into FTL, which blasted them away as we kept following.

“Jane, your friend is awesome.” I felt Jimbo’s dick throb and I bit my lip.

“Yeah, she really is.” I sighed and then blinked as he drifted towards the Legacy. “Uh, Jimbo? I’m kinda-Jimbo!” I squeaked as he entered the Legacy’s hangar. “I’m yer enemy! What’re ya-yip?!” I barked when he grabbed me and ripped the suit off of us. I turned to see he was wearing clothes, making me wonder how I felt his dick before, but I squeaked when he pulled his trousers open and then he grabbed my head, stuffing me in his pants!

I wriggled, but he was far more powerful than me, easily squeezing my squishy body into his Inventory. I sighed and then chuckled wryly. I knew he wouldn’t betray me, but still, getting manhandled by such a big, strong male really got me heated. If he didn’t need to hide me, I would be giving that rock hard arm-length cock some love, but we’ll both have to be disappointed for now.

Wait...he has a couch in here? How’d he do that? Mm~, cozy!

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“At least we managed to evacuate the Legacy as a whole.” Marcus sighed after they jumped out of the Char system alongside the Legacy, which does not have a temporal drive, so they didn’t engage theirs. They’ll be taking three actual days in real-time to get back to Tarkus instead of the compressed 3 hours the Temporal Drive could do.

“The captain of their ship is hailing us again, sir.” The comms officer reported. Marcus had already hashed out a quick agreement with Captain-General Smollet for this alliance and emergency retreat. While the Vengeful Retributor could’ve handled half of that fleet on her own, the Legacy was limping after putting down a whole ambush force on her own despite being vastly outnumbered and moderately outgunned. They wouldn’t be able to keep her alive.

“Put it through.” At Marcus’ order, the comms officer answered and a projection of Amelia was online. “Captain-General.”

“Now that we’re away: nice of you to finally show up! I’ve been stalling both sides for over two weeks before that ambush!” The feline yowled with all the confidence in the universe.

“Great to hear, now what seems to be the problem?” Marcus asked nonchalantly.

“Jim, in all his audacious masculine boldness, brought Silver’s craft, fused with his, aboard! I’m struggling against my engineers with orders to not examine the ‘Zaku Khan’ too closely and also-.” Amelia was pushed aside by Jane, who waved with a cheeky smile.

“Hey Mark! Ya wouldn't believe the secrets Amy has hidden up here in her private quarters.” Jane was then pushed away from the screen by Amelia, who huffily straightened herself.

“So long as you’re all fine and dandy, that’s good enough for me.” Marcus sighed in relief, knowing that Jane was in good hands and that the ‘Zaku Khan’ was not being tampered with. Nexus’s works were a mystery, sometimes even to herself. She made her mobile suits to be modular, to improve in response to situations. Needless to say, this was new.

“We’ll be fine, but we have three days for things to become ‘not fine’. Now then, wish me luck, I have this insatiable Pirate Queen in my room and-ah!” Amelia was snagged around the waist and yanked away before the screen turned off.

“...Eh.” Shrugging it off, Marcus left the bridge to see how Uri and the other girls were doing. Reaching his quarters, he saw Dulvex and Travelex were ‘taking care’ of Rex on the bed. Syrex was fidgeting over Uri to see if she was hurt, which she obviously wasn’t, while Freval was sitting by his desk and reading a book.

“Hello~.” They all greeted him, besides Uri. That told him that Uri was upset, likely because she hadn’t noticed Jim breaking off before she reached the Vengeful Retributor.

“Hey.” Marcus replied before approaching Uri. “Are you upset that Jim took Jane?”

“Very.” Uri responded and crushed the metal cup she had finished drinking from.

“You wanna punch him?” Marcus queried as he sat on the bed nearest to her chair.

“Absolutely.” Uri casually levitated the ruined cup to the garbage chute, where it led to the molecular furnace that recycled absolutely everything in the fabricators. The fact she could use the Force after just a few meditation sessions with Jane was amazing.

“You’re not gonna kill him, are you?” Marcus probed warily.

“No.” Uri huffed and punched her palm, creating an impact that sounded like a boulder strike.

“Good.” Marcus nodded his head.

“Oh, Marky, I know something that could cool her off~.” Travelex said as she hugged him, tugging at his pants.

“No.” Uri said and looked off in the middle distance. “Worried.”

“O-Oh! Maybe a hug would do!” Syrex suggested as she held out her arms.

“No…” Uri leaned into the green twitchy dragoness’s embrace anyway, but still looked sad.

“...Oh wow. You clicked with Jane hard didn’t you?” Marcus smiled when she nodded.

“Understands.” Uri replied and sighed. “Lonely.” She perked when Travelex groped her. “No.”

“Yes~.” Travelex began kissing Uri and the black beauty slowly melted into her carnal embrace.

“I guess she just needs a bit of a p-push to take her mind off of Jane right now.” Syrex suggested before the red dragoness pulled the black one into bed, joining the fray with Dulvex and Rex. “W-wanna j-jump in?”

“Eh, Rex needs as much experience as he can get to catch up on thousands of years being a chaste idiot. Besides, I have work to be doing and I’m also worried about the logistical issues our allies of opportunity represent. We don’t know for certain if Amelia has converted her whole crew away from being UnSC stooges.” Marcus informed them as he got up from the bed.

“O-oh, okay. I’ll follow you. I d-don’t feel like doing this without you.” Syrex stammered.