Pirate Bebop

Ch.62

“I’m home! Yes!” I cheered when I bounded into the docking bay the Legacy was berthed in. Due to the Legacy being a Super-Dreadnought, only the Infinity’s main hangar could accommodate her. Space Hulk or no, there’s only so much space available. There was a level of disgruntlement among the enormous ship’s crew that they’ve turned traitor against the UnSC, but in general they were just happy to have someplace to ‘go ashore’ for a while.

“Yeah, for you.” A red earth pony stallion with scars, who I think is an MS pilot, grumbled as he left the ship. The Legacy was in a skeleton crew state for repairs with help from the legion of shorties and droids swarming the veteran ship. “I’ve got to look for a place to stay-hey!”

He was carried away by a bunch of rask women, which looked to be happening to all personnel from the Legacy. Giggling bands of rasks carried them away from the hangar, all tittering like ninnies if female or laughing boisterously if male. What is going on? I know the rasks are delightful little balls of energy, but that level of hospitality is new.

Whatever, I can find out later. I need to go collect my padawan from wherever the Vengeful Retributor was docked, then I could get this surrogate alien pregnancy I’m bearing looked at by a professional. I sprouted wings and with aid from the Force, flew over the crowds in the direction my senses told me I would eventually find Uri. Oof, damn I’m hungry. I better drink Jimbo’s cum on the way.

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“So, how are you feeling, Uri?” Marcus asked after he returned with Syrex, both carrying food for everyone in his room. “Still sad?”

“Yeah.” Uri replied from where she was sitting on a beanbag chair with her eyes closed. “No.”

“That’s Uri-speak for: yes for now, not for long.” Dulvex clarified from where she was playing a video game against Travelex and owning the cursing red dragoness calmly.

“Since we’ve arrived and docked on the outside of the Infinity, I’m sure it’s because her mistress will be here soon.” Freval suggested from where she sat and Uri’s tail wagged sedately.

“Maybe she’ll get the chance to punch Jim’s face in, as well.” Rex added on.

“No.” Uri chuffed and then perked so hard the bean bag chair was obliterated by her wings tossing it across the room and into the garbage chute when she jumped to her paws with her tail wagging faster. The door opened and Jane entered with a word on her lips, only for Uri to nearly teleport to her and squish her nearly in half at the armpits! “Mistress!”

“Gah! Uri! Stop! I’m pregnant!” Jane frantically waved her arms and wobbled when she was let go, revealing her body above her waist and below the boobs had pinched pencil-thin. “Yeesh yer strong, girl! Save that fer the bedroom or battlefield.” Jane giggled and blew on her thumb, comically reinflating her body to fill her shirt back out.

“Pregnant with who’s baby?” Travelex asked, the mention of something lewd/intimate getting her out of her loss-induced gamer rage.

“Not too sure, it seems to be a form of parasite and-.” Jane was interrupted by Marcus zapping her with a pistol that surrounded her in a floating forcefield bubble like Syndrome’s Zero-Point energy gauntlets from the Incredibles. “Hey~!”

“Ladies, quarantine! Emergency check-ups from gynecologists! This is Marcus Themis, Code Pink-Tourmaline! Code Pink-Tourmaline!” Marcus shouted into his omni with frightened urgency. The last Code Pink-Tourmaline event killed dozens of women and herms before it was contained and he’d be damned if his girls or feminine underlings were lost because the locals don’t have the same procedures!

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I was going to be checked out! Ugh! Damn it! I understand the Argentines have good reason for this extreme response to a womb-based parasite species, but if it was immediately dangerous the Force would’ve warned me against going out in public! Now I’m in a forcefield with just enough air for me to be formed partially while the rest of me pooled as the big brains scanned and remotely examined me with tiny droids inside of my slime.

“No.” Uri shook her head at me as she and the other dragonesses were being checked up. “Stupid.”

“I was exposed to someone who had it in her fer a while before I took it away! We assumed that meant it was safe enough since nobody else had one!” I shrilly replied and then pouted harder.

“Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. Either way, this needs to be checked. Goddess or not.” A Scinox in a silver robe stated. She was an Empyreal, which made my membrane hum with the power she put out so close. I’ve never met her, Helvex and Sellox aren’t this intense. What exactly are the Empyreals anyway? That’s one secret nobody is willing to share and I won’t delve further.

“Me being divine has nothing to do with my decision to seek out my padawan before I sought out treatment! I wanted my student near me again after Jimbo pulled me away.” I huffed and decided to splash into just a pool of goo. The droids are in my bubble of a womb already.

“Next time, smack him.” The Scinox said with a snort.

“Excuse me if the fusion of our Mobile Suits combined our Trace Suits too with his cock sandwiched in my ass with no way fer me to move without causing the Zaku Khan to go berserk from misreading movements.” I huffed from my mouth when I formed it on my surface specifically to respond.

“Right, that. Exactly how did that happen? Can a select few combine with one another?” Her questions were clearly to change the subject, but I’ll let her indifference to my feelings as a woman go. Her issues were her own to deal with.

“No fucking clue. It just happened. I don’t know if it’s because Jimbo and I already have this divine chemistry thing going or if it’s maybe a pre-prepared design by Nexus for two compatible units docked together. All I know is it was kinda like that final scene from G-Gundam where Domon and Rain both pilot Burning Gundam together to kill Dark Gundam and the power of Love allowed them to annihilate the soulless monstrosity.” I chuckled and splashed my slime a bit. “I barely know him, I don’t know if it’s Love or what.”

“Hm…” The Scinox hummed as she looked over the data she was collecting on her Omni-tool. “Well, perhaps you were right after all: you and the baby are more than fine.”

“What is it though? It isn’t a human, slime, gabliani or changeling child. The initial mother was human, the suspected sire a gabliani, myself and Jimbo were the other two culprits. It looks like some sort of sea-creature with the spiral shell it’s developed. I only thought it was a parasite because it readily detached from its mum to attach to me.” I said in curious concern.

“It appears to be in a state of metamorphism and is using your body as a way to change and feed it. All energy readings are similar to the Warp, but seem negative, as if this thing was born in the opposite of the realm of souls. The physical body is shapeless, the shell is a cocoon of sorts, like this creature is trying to adapt to the environment outside your womb.” The demoness swaddled in robes said and I hummed.

“So it may well be a Twili like-oo~?” I cooed, my slime felt warm in a tingly and pleasant way.

“Hm, is it the little one’s doing?” The demoness asked and then hurriedly shooed everyone away while she too backed off. “This is a potential Pink-Tourmaline, all personnel, please remain calm.”

“Nyuh~, wha~?” I asked through the sudden pleasure singing through my slime as I felt my womb rapidly expand. My body swelled to fill the forcefield, which began increasing in size. It wasn’t much by my standards and soon I splashed around what was occupying my womb to find a bemused anthro wolf diamond dog bitch with TP Link’s fur pattern blinking at me! “Hey there! Where did ya come from?”

“Uh...I think I had a dream and then I woke up here. It involved this cute young woman when I was supposed to meet up with Midna. Uh, I’m Link, by the way.” She introduced and I laughed as I ‘shook’ her offered hand with my slime.

“The name’s Jane and I’m yer mum.” I cheekily informed her, causing the busty wolf babe to yip and back away in shock.

“W-what?!”

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“You can do what?” Brennie asked Pandora, wondering if she heard right.

“As I said: I can hold onto your slime nature when you turn back to your male side. Besides, I can’t see you as a male slime, that’s just weird. Nothing against slimes who prefer to be masculine, but big bubbly boobs, bellies and butts are just better when all gooey and shiny.” Pandora giggled as she, Brennie, her husbands and wives, along with their Rask Worshipers relaxed in the tub/pool of Brennie’s slime.

“That’s fair, but I think shiny, bubbly boys with rippling muscles and huge nuts are good too.” Brennie replied before she shook the enticing cotton of Lewd thoughts from her brain. “No, no, not now. That’d be great if I need to keep my head on straight for combat and strategy.”

“Oo~. Sexy slime studs. Good point. Also, you can keep your head on without using me as a crutch. I’m just gonna do it for your comfort, okay?” Pandora then stammered when Bryan was the studly goo in front of her with his muscles catching the light gloriously. “Homina, homina.”

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The robed creature sat on his deceptively stone-born companion’s back as she flew from the settlement of Novahome towards the military base where he knew the Vergence called home. Her level of attachment to the place was anathema to the Jedi, but he knew the Jedi way was oppressive and fostered resentment. Hindsight is 20/20 and his long exile followed by his even longer stasis provided more than plenty of time looking back and to understand how he’d failed.

“So why are we flying all the way out here?” The herm asked as they got closer.

“To find the Vergance in the force, we must.” He replied calmly.

“I hope you’re right about this, because the crowd around here don’t look pleased to see us.” The herm said when she landed and they found themselves surrounded by soldiers. However, she realized that most of their attention was aimed at her little green friend.

“They will be wary, my presence is a glimpse of a past they wish to forget.” The creature calmly said as he carefully climbed down from his hulking 12-foot tall companion’s back.

“We’re not wary, we’re vengeful, Jedi.” One of the soldiers snarled and the creature chuckled.

“The Jedi, gone they are, lost to time and their faults. Jedi, I no longer am. Je'daii, however, I may become.” The creature uncovered it’s hood to reveal deceptively smooth green skin with a youthful face that had eyes far too old for such a young visage. “For one who has been exposed to the Force in its purest state can truly understand. Light and Dark: a fallacy. There cannot be one, without the other.”

“You’re looking for Jane Silver.” One of the soldiers in pure silver armor with a silver avian predator ornately emblazoned on his left pauldron said when he approached them. It stood out compared to the rest of his grim aesthetic.

“Indeed I am, if she is the Vergence. Only if she permits, meet we shall.” Confirmed the deceptively young green goblinoid with large ears easily half the size of his head.

“I’m with the little guy.” His stone-born companion commented nervously, the presence of this silver warrior unsettled her. She towered over everyone here, but she felt so small.

“We’ll place you in containment, Yoda. Only after Lady Silver returns home will we inform her of your presence. As for you, milady, we’ll provide you clothing and have a tutor acclimate you to the current era, if my assumption of your supposed origin is correct.” She looked down at her companion in concern as he allowed himself to be cuffed and practically dragged away.

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Jim instinctively loved Marcus like a brother the instant they met. He fought valiantly against the desire to pull him into a ‘homie hug’ and failed, patting the equally tall and muscular wolf on the back after they’d pulled each other chest-to-chest one-armed and he did the same. “I’ve gotta say, I wondered if I’d end up punching you on sight, but you feel like my father and aunt Urta.”

“Same, but I don’t have any family other than my mother, so I don’t have a point of reference beyond what I’ve tasted others feel for siblings.” Jim admitted as he bashfully rubbed the back of his head, scratching at his purple mane, which was really getting long and vibrant. The girls all said he looked great with a long mane, his purple locks gathering on his shoulders.

“Still, are you okay?” Marcus asked the changeling with a concerned look.

“Considering I went from a scrawny nobody to a hulking god? No, no I’m not. I just want to do what I can, hand these Aspects back to Urta and Penny, then hopefully calm the fuck down.” Jim sighed with a rub of his snout. “As much as I enjoy being so Powerful and Virile, the constant gnawing of War is so irritating. I hope Urta and Penny will even take them back.”

“And people wonder how my father and his people handle it.” Marcus let out a snort.

“Well, I don’t know about them, but at least for me and I suspect Urta and Penny, they channel the frustrations of War through their other Aspects. It helps a lot, even if it does get ridiculous.” Jim pointedly looked between Marcus and the four dragonesses behind him. “I get the feeling you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“Yeah, I do.” The wolf nodded with a smile.

“The only reason my girls aren’t here with me is because Amelia is the captain of the Legacy and has to be brought into the chain of command. I'm here because you apparently needed to see me about something else.” Jim walked with Marcus to the lounge table of the meeting room they were in aboard the Infinity as a droid entered with a platter of drinks. “Girl, you have so much sass, even in that B1 chassis you exude femininity.” She reeked of emotions, something only self-aware droids with souls can do.

“Oh~ thank you!” The pink-streaked old junky B1 chirped and set down the several tall tumblers of tea. “I’m thinking of getting transferred to a better platform, do you think I should go for an android body or just get a fresh B1 chassis to start slow?”

“You do you. Don’t feel pressured to change what body you’re using.” Jimbo advised and the B1 tittered before she left. Seriously, how can B1s move their hips that much? “So, what business do-why are you looking at me with proud expressions and smug emotions?”

“Guess.” Marcus retorted with a wiggle of his brows.

“I’m a changeling, not a mind-reader. Even if whatever Jane did on the ride over made me even more acutely aware of little things, I don’t like prying.” Jim chuffed and sipped his tea. It was almost sickeningly sweet, just the way he loved it. Love is similarly intoxicatingly sweet.

“So you were just being you, not flirting with that droid-girl?” The red dragoness asked with a coo to her voice and flutter of her eyes as heady arousal flavored the air from her.

“Yes? My mother raised a gentleling.” Jim replied with a finger scratching his cheek. “Although, being a changeling in the Warrens of Montresor, that was rather difficult. Especially when I hit my teenage years and my friends became close friends.”

“Was it that bad?” The soft blue dragoness asked with a raised brow.

“I guess you haven’t met any changelings from this era, huh? We’re no better than sex slaves, the dregs of society that everyone uses to get their rocks off and paying almost nothing because the emotions generated from sex are enough to sustain us. I’m impossibly lucky to have caught the attention of Amy, even more for being descended from Penny and Wiatr allowed her to hoard me for my usefulness. I was a fucking janitor until recently.” Jim huffed tiredly.

“T-That sounds h-h-horrible.” The green dragoness sputtered out and Jim could feel the anxiety stirring from her. Poor thing, it was such a chronic emotion for her, always there.

“It’s been life for us for generations upon generations.” Jim said with a sigh as he sipped his tea. “I want to change that. I have this Power, I have more knowledge of War than I could’ve imagined. I also have this nearly overwhelming Paternal need to secure the safety of my offspring and mates. I believe that’s a combination of Virility and the fact I’m apparently a Changeling Behemoth, which were extinct before the Empire even existed.”

“He sounds like your father, King Berserker.” The soft pink dragoness spoke softly, making the changeling fluster at being compared to one of the Old Gods.

“N-naw, I’m nothing like the legend, the myth, the scion of salvation and destruction.” Jim humbly protested and awkwardly sipped his tea while looking away. “Besides, I’m sure he would know how to handle a harem of hotties constantly hounding him for sex.”

“So long as they don’t annoy him with stupid shit.” Marcus sighed with a shake of his head. “For example: both Aunt Cadence and Aunt Cadenza went on a matchmaking spree for a whole year. Dad was pissed off and completely ignored all of his wives for that year.” Jim snorted at the needless harsh punishment.

“That’s a bit much. He should’ve at least kept paying attention to the ones who were behaving. I won’t say I know better though. Anyway, what is it we need to talk about? I don’t feel comfortable leaving Tanya and Midna unsupervised for too long. Those two shorties can get into all sorts of trouble.” Jim grumbled worriedly. Without regulations hindering Tanya, for all he knew, she could turn into Beelzebub or something.

“War. Now that you’re here, along with things finally becoming complete, we can finally kick this Rebellion off. Starting with retaking Char from the Corpus and the UnSC.” Marcus answered with a bloodthirsty grin. “We just need to rethink our strategies and include all tactical advantages-.”

“Mass-elimination methods are the only way to stem the tide of the Corpus. They never fight personally, using clone and robot proxies controlled by neuralink. UnSC is a corporate military, so standard tactics are advisable. With them fighting each other, it’d be best if we could somehow wait for one side to be hammered down and strike while the other is reeling. No, you’re not ready, yet. You need...something...something that is going to be available soon, so I guess I have a bit of time to settle in. Damn this ‘Force’ stuff is frustrating.” Jim grumbled and downed his tea. “Well, I better meet my superior in all things, take me to your leader.”

“Just for that reference, I’m introducing you to aunt Vinnie first.” Marcus rolled his eyes.