Pirate Bebop

Ch.66

Edward restrained himself from taking the beautiful wolfess from the galley to ravish her and merely made small-talk over breakfast. Rico, Vinnie, Kevin and Brennie were equally having a hard time keeping things PG for the kid’s sake. When Visilia called them up and left messages about what Jane told Brennie to do, Edward and them all felt a powerful desire to act on it immediately.

Nobody has ever so thoroughly encouraged that they do what they wanted deep down about this universe, not even Visilia, who out of concern for the masses, feared for what the complete loss of the gods would do to society. However, despite how shit everything is, life still went on with the gods AFK. If they can just clean up this one last mess, whatever happens after is for the survivors to decide for themselves.

Still, the incorrigible Goddess of Freedom, Soul and Force just chatted everyone up and got updates on the situation while chugging James Hawkins’s cum from her flask. The casual sensuality was incredible considering the person exuding it was so wonderful in their eyes.

When she left with that damn little troll, Yoda, along with the black beauty of a dragoness, Uri, he and the rest fought against interrupting her training for something more fun and then gathered with Marcus and other chief Argentines aboard theVengeful Retributor since even though she’s docked for repairs, she’s still the fleet’s flagship.

“So, how have things been for our own?” Vinnie was the first to ask their staff at the table. Rex was still here, but much to Visi’s apparent relief, it wasn’t in a leadership role. Edward was of the same mind. The stallion had set the bar for himself too high and needed to work up to it once he was sure that was what he wanted rather than believe it was his responsibility.

“Everything has been going smoothly so far, but we are wondering when to drop the charade?” The Admiral questioned and everyone sighed.

“You know we have to hold back, as much as I would like to storm this galaxy, we can’t. We don’t know everything our enemy has in store. Still, we can loosen up the restriction and give our old models to the locals for usage.” Edward intoned as they felt now was the right time to give unto the worthy, those who have earned the right. Hopefully Jane and the others wouldn’t be too upset or floored at being tricked by their Argentine allies. However, they didn’t look their gift horse in the mouth and now they were in for a surprise.

“Oh! How are our Force-Users doing~?” Vinnie sang her question in joy.

“They’re doing pretty well, actually. However, you need to clear some things up with Lady Silver and the others. They’ve either taken it out of context or we miscommunicated with them.” Helvex informed them to which they nodded in agreement.

“Considering how much animosity we said we had for the Sith and Jedi, I think she may believe the wrong things.” Edward voiced and everyone groaned. “We’ll just have to set the record straight. It’s not like we’re perpetuating the misconception we don’t have Force-users.” One doesn’t go to a Star Wars universe and come back without some dimensional bleed. Damned midi-chlorians, the things get everywhere, like sand.

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“So, this book was meant fer me? What took so long?” I asked in bemusement after Ani, a towering power-armored yak interrupted my meditation with Uri and Yoda to give me a hard-backed thin book with pages made from standard 11x9 printer paper that was wax-treated.

“It was difficult to get our hands on suitable wax. We don’t half-ass important literature, especially in the face of it being useful for far more people than anticipated. The printing press some of those raskvel have repaired will be going hot for a while.” Ani informed me as I opened the book to find the forward was written by him and there was even an index.

“Bemused, I am. Why make books, when open-source data, there is?” Yoda questioned in confusion and I nodded in agreement. Going through the trouble of making books was odd.

“Because it...felt right.” Ani admitted and I perked, focusing more on him. Whoa, okay. So disciplined or quiet people like Uri and Ani seem to be naturally attuned to the Force. “I was worried about that. I don’t have the free time to train in this along with my duties and other training. I will ask Captain Atano for permission to join you for lessons.”

“Cool.” Uri commented and I nodded in agreement. The big, burly guy had the potential, he should be allowed to cultivate it if he wants to.

“I hope to see ya join us. Yew’ll have to get outta that armor, though. A lot of the training focuses on self-reflection, inner-peace and acceptance. Without those, yew’ll have to learn how to constructively channel yer emotions so they don’t consume ya or alter yer personality.” I informed him and the quiet yak nodded before he left us be.

“Hm, a solemn soldier, he is.” Yoda took the book from me through the Force when I held it towards him and he hummed as he looked it over. “Unknown script to me, this is, but the Force grants understanding.” Yoda began reading in earnest and I joined my new lover in sitting in the lotus position. I closed my eyes like her’s were, but then a thought came to me.

“Wait, Uri, aren’t there Force-Sensitives within the Argentine ranks?” I asked since she was from their side of the dimensional boundary.

“No.” Uri promptly answered and I remembered the Marines saying something about how much of a sensitive topic it was.

“Right, sorry I asked.” I apologized promptly, sensing that even for her it wasn’t pleasant.

“Fine.” All is forgiven and once more I am in the good graces of my beautiful black dragoness.

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“Behold! The Zarv~!” Luster Dawn declared to Marcus, the Marines, Visi, among other high-ranked Argentines in the hangar of the Vengeful Retributor. The zerg she presented was a Harvester, a feral beast that caused all kinds of trouble in the Milky Way, especially when they were converted into attack/dropships by the Heretic Geth and later the Collectors.

“*Adorable bassy purr/gurgle*!” The sinfully cute gray/green lizard/bug hybrid with Zerg spines in places bellowed and nuzzled Luster’s head. The nearly-naked pink faux-alicorn/maykr giggled and hugged it’s head, burying its face in her boobs.

“Yes, Zarv, you cutie! I’m so proud of you~! Who’s a good boy? Who’s a good boy~?” Luster said with a progressively more cringy ‘baby voice’ to her deadly giant pet.

“Uh, isn’t that a galactic pest?” Vinnie asked and the monstrosity hid behind his mistress.

“No, no, you’re not a pest, sweetie! She’s just ignorant!” Luster hurriedly comforted the clearly intelligent creature and pet his scalp. “While you’ve been gone, the Harvesters have obtained lower tribal intelligence. Still mostly animals, but on the verge of proper uplifting.”

“They’re not gone, are they?” Visilia was worried that a species on the verge of becoming fully sapient might have gone extinct from overhunting due to them being a nuisance.

“Not at all. They’re nearly as prevalent across the Three Galaxies as Thresher Maws. They’ve become less of a nuisance and don’t rip entire trees out of the ground anymore. That’s why they were called Harvesters in the first place, y’know. They’d make off with whole trees of fruit at once.” Luster Dawn informed them of that bit of trivia. Makes sense since they were opportunistic omnivores and wouldn’t attack live prey.

“So, did you find a cure for the rasks?” Brennie asked as she and Visi rubbed their stomachs.

“Well, Hildra’s eggs should’ve hatched today. I’ll check on them later. If I found the cure for their ADHD and learning disabilities, I’ll let you know so I can help your cute little shorties grow up to be stable members of society. I can even distribute it to adults with a bit of modification.” Luster Dawn declared before patting Zarv’s head. “So, what do you think about my air-force?”

“They’ll help you out immensely. Yet this one is more...special.” The Harvester perked up at Brennie’s praise for him.

“Oh, no, this is Zarv, the Template for the Zarvs. The rest won’t be as cute and smart as him.” Luster went goo-goo voiced at her pet at the end and he crooned happily.

“Marcus, your future waifu is adorable.” Rico joked down at his nephew and Marcus rubbed his temple while his cheeks fluffed up in a blush.

“You mean our future waifu.” Brennie corrected with a shake of her head, which only made her son glow brighter.

“...What?” Kevin asked after a short pause and Visilia sighed long-sufferingly.

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After Yoda read the book, which was fairly short, he told me to read it either on my own time or at the next session tomorrow, stating he learned more about the Force in an hour than he had his entire tenure as a Jedi. I kissed Uri goodbye since she still had to ‘move out’ of Marcus’s room if she was migrating to my harem, then said goodbye to the gargoyle.

She had no name, I hope to fix that, but she never had a name and didn’t see the point. Hopefully Yoda’s lessons help her define herself past her carnal nature and choose to become a more complete person. I stretched to help set my membrane and took my flask from my cleavage to chug and build up excess slime. When I rounded the corner, I yelped when I tripped over someone short enough for my tits to hide them.

I landed groin-first on someone’s face and they wrapped their arms around my hips to squeeze my yoga-pant clad ass, since I preferred to be in spandex bottoms and a sports bra for exercise or training. “This is a perfect ass.” They muffled into my groin and I shuddered when they nuzzled my cooch with kisses.

“H-hey, let me up.” I huffed and wriggled off of them to reveal it was Hildra. “Heh, perfect ass, ya have that title.” I chuffed and spanked the cyborg on her glorious booty which should have fucking songs written about it, making her cackle and bat at me playfully.

“I’m not the only work of art around here. Anyway, today my eggs finally hatched!” Hildra declared and I perked up happily. That meant the eggs Hildra and Shekka crammed into Brennie and I that got taken by Visi, along with all the ones Brennie got stuffed with, could now get the gene therapy! That is...if it worked.

“So, are they…?” I asked probingly and Hildra shrugged.

“Not a fucking clue. They were surprisingly quiet little rugrats and were easy to breastfeed compared to normal, though. I’m hoping to run into Luster so she can check them out, but she’s in orbit with the bigwigs talking about important shit.” Hildra replied and I remembered.

“Oh, she must’ve taken Zarv up to show him off. I bought her a Harvester to use fer her troops as air-support and transport. She wouldn’t have forgotten about yer eggs, she’ll get to them.” I assured the shortstack, who smiled meekly and took my hands in her’s. I blinked as she threaded our fingers and I felt myself warm up at the Love I felt from her.

“Ever since you crazy people came into my life, shit’s been fantastic. If you didn’t, I’d still be fixing garbage for a living and popping out the eggs of strangers without a care. Now I just wanna have eggs with only you guys and fix shit that matters.” She leaned up, so I met her halfway for a chaste smooch on the lips. “Thanks, for being you.”

“Shut up ‘afore I take ya to a room and have ya fuck me full o’ eggs again.” I chuckled wetly and stood up with her. “Well, I’m gonna go and see what the hell is happening to my mobile.” I hugged the little woman and Hildra parted from me with a happy sway to her hips.

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“Hm, so nice wearing you.” Quedia moaned as she watched the holo with Jester fucking her gently without even needing to move outwardly. “Especially since you moved the babies from your womb to mine, you naughty knave.” Quedia purred lowly as the thick dick lodged in her vagina vibrated and slowly moved in and out of her sopping wet love tunnel. Bask was at work and that left Quedia all alone with her now-beloved lewd living suit.

“And when Bask fucks me with you in me? You kept blanking out.” Jester cooed and Quedia gasped in orgasm as she twitched and spasmed around Jester’s length. “I can’t believe how incredible this is. No wonder Ivara Prime never separates from Kasumi.”

“Say my name and I appear!” Kasumi declared from the couch next to them and while Quedia jolted, Jester remained perfectly still and kept gently fucking her lover. “So, another Prime claims a beautiful woman as her eternal pet. Trust me, this arrangement is the best.”

“She’s biased because she gets to be pleasured anytime, anywhere.” Ivara Prime chuckled as she wrapped an arm around Jester’s waist. “So, how did you ultimately manifest your abilities? Whenever we manage to reconnect with Urta, she’ll want to know all about how you developed.”

“I have more stable illusory clones thanks to that Wukong, my traps have been replaced with an ability similar to Revenant’s Reave, I outright buff myself for more offensive power and evasion speed regardless of light levels. Lastly: my disco ball stays with me, I can’t throw it anymore.” Jester replied while groping Ivara’s ass with one hand and her closer boob with the other hand.

“My, my. Such powerful mutations. Maybe we should see what breeding with her will do~.” Kasumi purred and Quedia mewled in pleasure since Jester never stopped.

“Mm~. Perhaps, but we’re at war. It’s bad enough they’re pregnant. Maybe they should be the mother in that case?” Ivara hummed and Jester came, causing Quedia to follow.

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“Three? You only have three types of Atlans?” Tanya blinked as she and the other locals were shown the War Master, Paladin and Colossal. The War Master class Titan was built for close quarter engagements, the Paladin class Titan for defensive means that works in tangent with the Colossal class Titan, since it is a Heavy Weapons platform. “The mixed unit spread is sensible, but how don’t you have more? Even irregulars or holdovers?”

“Our military doesn’t revolve around the Atlans. Most specialist roles are easily filled with standard armor or starfighters. That said, while our Atlans are superior in quality, your people’s Mobile Suits have us beat out in variety. It’s partly why we’re partnered up, to learn how to respond to the many types of potential enemies.” Baptiste explained with a shrug of his wings.

“True, but you guys seem to beat us in the fashion department.” Tanya teased since both the War Master and Paladin have more ornamentation, including a genuine surcoat on the chest with the Themis crest proudly emblazoned. “You guys put a tent of cloth on the chest and even have a bit at the groin dangling all fancy-like? Swish.”

“Yeah, it’s tradition. Frontliners have always been our standard-bearers and the War Master and Paladin are the forward models, but the Colossal is left bare because it is not meant to be on the front. Also, all the artillery it fires would ruin the surcoat in minutes.” Baptiste informed the tiny human as they went through the hangar. “While we have only three, they were versatile enough to combat the Hell Titans. True, we could’ve made more variants, but there was no point. As you could already tell, these classes were birthed by the Crusaders, Defenders and Gunners.”

“Our only available model is the Rodi, but the Rodi has several different loadouts that drastically alter its role. The standard, basic loadout is the Garm. Lightly armored and quick, but lacking the thruster power to escape a planet’s gravity well. The space-specialist is the Man, able to fly in space at high velocity with heavy armor, but cannot move well planetside. Then there’s the Landman, able to perform both roles, but is prohibitively expensive in comparison.” Tanya pointed out as they passed the said units.

“You only have three?” Baptiste said teasingly and Tanya punched him in the shoulder playfully.

“On hand. The Rodi has several other loadouts, but they’re specialist kits meant for support or overspecialization. With these shorties and your facilities, you could easily produce more Rodi units. Not like that one though.” Tanya pointed at the six-armed mobile suit that just pulled into the hangar. “I have no fucking clue what that one is. It must’ve been a prototype.”

“Kya~! Ahru! Don’t do that in my cockpit~!” A woman’s voice wailed from the unique Rodi.

“Actually, that’s Lucatiel. She’s a cybertronian who has that form as her Alt. She’s a superior construction unit and is the sole reason the Infinity is back in full working order so soon. She’s now working on repairs on the Legacy and Vengeful Retributor.” Baptiste informed the tiny terror as a cyan raskvel male descended from Luca’s cockpit on the exit cable.

“Would you know what that little fella did to make her squeak so cutely?” Tanya asked curiously while the cyan rabbit-reptile scampered off with a victorious cackle as Luca mewled.

“Likely something lewd. These little pests may be great at repair work, better than most engineers even, but they’re so sexually preoccupied it’s amazing they can even function.” Baptiste huffed disapprovingly. He wasn’t racist, quite the opposite, but clearly the raskvel needed gene therapy to help overcome such a debilitation. Taint truly is evil. No offense to the Empyreals and Lord Hunter.

“Damn, I’ve gotta take one of those shorties for a spin, then. Anyway, I have the unique red Landman Rodi here. I use advanced targeting systems and long-range sniper rifles with heat bayonets instead of the standard smg and crush cleaver. I’m a commander on the frontline and I have to have a view of everything, so I hang back and provide support fire while directing my troops.” Tanya informed her towering demon thestral partner.

“I pilot a Paladin, so I suppose I’ll be your shield while you attack behind my cover.” Baptiste hummed with a look at Tanya’s vessel. Aside from having the orange replaced with red, her Landman Rodi also had more visual sensors on the head. “Does it have a name?”

“Type 97.” Baptiste scrunched his brow and she rolled her eyes. “In the UnSC, we aren’t allowed to name our mobile suits or fighters. They frown upon that much individuality being expressed beyond the thankfully loose fraternization regulations. My loadout is ‘Variant Type 97’. Don’t ask about 96 and especially 95.” Tanya’s left eye twitched dangerously.

“Just give your vessel a damn name for identification.” Baptiste groaned in annoyance.

“No. This was a burden placed upon me by those who once were my superiors. I have no emotional attachment to it. If it was further enhanced now that I’m not being constantly sent to fix the fuck-ups of idiots, then I’ll name her. I already have a name in mind.” Tanya said with a wistful expression up at her combat craft.

“Well, all of your crafts need to pass through the engineering corps now that they’ve managed to corral the raskvel and gabliani enough to not just run roughshod everywhere fixing everything. What will be her name afterward, since we’ll definitely be upgrading the power plant system at the least?” Baptiste requested in gentle curiosity, because as a veteran, he knew that face.

“Oh, well then. I guess I’ll name her Visha.” Tanya said with a sad smile.

“A fine name. Now, what was this about mobile suit sports?” Baptiste asked as they left.