Pirate Bebop

Ch.7

“The scouts have found an Argent signature.” Commander Arrow reported when they entered the bridge. He looked down at Amelia’s form with a mildly surprised air, which was an impressive amount of emotion for an elcorian to project.

“Interesting. It must have something to do with the fugitives, since no prior scans of Hogarth VI have come up with more than traces of Argent.” Amelia said as she rubbed a rather large belly that Jim tried fruitlessly to not peek at from where he was standing behind her. The UnSC might be more uptight than most organizations, but the inherently sexual nature of most species was too much for them to outright stop fraternization.

“Are you properly inseminated?” Commander Arrow casually questioned as he went over his Omni-tool and Jim felt so embarrassed yet proud of the idea that he’s been a proper stud.

“Most likely pregnant, yes. I ordered him to try.” Amelia, because he can’t think of her as the ‘Captain General’ in his mind anymore, said with her tail wiggling quite happily and that made him feel even more flustered. He was thankful he wasn’t in a conversation right now. “Besides my own feelings, I’ve already received orders to have him bred. I desired to do so personally, so if it somehow doesn’t take, we’ll try again before I let another woman have him.”

“Understandable, considering his genes are what allow him to access Relic technology. Anyway, I’ve ordered the scout teams to further narrow the search area to the region of the Argent signature.” Commander Arrow’s words filled Jim with mixed feelings. While he didn’t like that he was going to be studded out on someone else’s command, he admittedly fantasized of something like this. He was glad Amelia decided to be his first.

“Good man, as dependable as always. Is there anything else that needs my immediate attention?” Amelia asked with a sexy smirk and a hungry leer back at Jim, making him gulp and his wings to buzz inside his elytra as his groin fought against trying to punch a hole in his uniform trousers, as impossible as that was with Inventory magic.

“No, ma’am. Please leave him whole enough for his afternoon training.” Commander Arrow requested with his usual monotone.

“I will. Now then, Mr. Hawkins, follow me to my ready room.” Amelia purred and he struggled not to act like the lovesick ling that he was. The Love she was quickly developing for him was intoxicating. They took the elevator up to Amelia’s private suite, where upon entering they found an orange jumpsuit signature to the engineer corps sticking out of the wall by the waist.

“Hm? Oh, that must be you, General. I was repairing the reported issue with your duct.” That voice! It’s Caetana! Her upper half was inside the vent near the floor. “It looks like the issue was some of the spores that got released on the garden deck coming up this far. No wonder the requisition was kicked up to engineering from maintenance.”

Amelia smirked as she looked at the turian’s ass before turning to Jim with a devious look. “Breed her.” She whispered to him and he gawked at her. “That’s an order.” She purred and Jim gulped before he dropped his trousers and approached the incredible ass presented to him. He grabbed the seam of her crotch and tore it open before grabbing her firm, metallic ass!

“Wah, hey, what’s the deal with-ahn~!” Jim pushed into her tight, almost too-small vagina with his dick and she thrashed about in the duct. “Guh~! H-help~! Rape!” Jim paused in dread and Amelia huffed in annoyance.

“It’s an official breeding session, take it like a woman, Corporal Tansis!” Amelia slapped Jim’s ass and he groaned when that made him penetrate Caetana further.

“General?!” Caetana yelped and Jim felt the belly he bred earlier press against his back with her hands on his hips urging him deeper. “Guh~! Wh-who is my s-stud~?” The turian wiggled.

“Cadet Hawkins, the only changeling on the ship. You’re getting quite the treat, Corporal.” Amelia cooed and she nibbled his ear, making Jim pant and thrust harder into Caetana.

“Uhn! Ahn! Yah~! Y-yes! Fuck me! Fuck me you stud~!” Caetana’s tune changed along with the fear and dismay turning to desire and Love. “I was going to file a request today anyway! Knock me up!” Her words made Jim neigh and begin fucking her with near desperation! He grabbed her hips and pulled her out of the vent with a strength that surprised him! He then grabbed her wrists and began fucking her up against the wall with her metal cheek and chest making scraping noises on the metal wall!

“Yes, my little stud.” Amelia cooed as Jim felt her rub his lower abdomen. Since he had an ovipositor, he doesn’t have testicals like most. Jim had a dual-purpose organ that was like a fusion of a man’s prostate and testicals with a woman’s womb and ovaries. His mother warned him that self-impregnation was possible, but unlikely. “Hm or would that be my big stud?”

“Oh f-fuck~!” Caetana came, her tight tunnel squeezing Jim like a vice while gushing grool around him and he whinnied before he began pumping his purple cum into her womb. He panted and huffed as he filled her with gouts of semen and her stomach cumflated.

“Th-there. She’s bred.” Jim huffed like a dutiful cadet even if he was a drooling mess while Caetana’s orange-encased metal belly groaned with his load.

“Good, do me again, then her, then report for training.” Amelia said with an eager look up at him. When was she so short? Jim didn’t get to ponder that as she pulled him and Caetana, who he was oddly able to carry with surprising ease, to the bed.

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“Hey! Snap out of it!” I came to my senses when someone slapped me or rather, my surface. I emerged with blinking ‘eyes’ at Jet. “Let her breathe! How long has she been down there?! Have you killed her?!” Huh?! I parted to reveal a pregnant-looking Luster Dawn laying at the bottom of my goo. Thankfully she groaned, though it was in displeasure.

“No~, cover me back up in your hot, sticky goodness~…” Luster moaned with a fucked-out gaze up at me. “Come back down, lover~.” W-whoa. If I wasn’t in my right mind right now, I would’ve immediately done as she requested.

“Luster, we got carried away. We don’t even know if the reactor is primed or anything without ya helping Ed.” I told her and she looked confused for a moment before clarity came to her eyes and she jumped to her hooves and wobbled.

“Whoa! Oof, I drank and took in a good bit, hold on.” She reached into her cleavage and produced a purple pearl that melded with her popped-out navel before her belly was suddenly a flat, toned stomach once more. Wow! That’s so neat! “There we go. Anyway, sorry about that. It’s been too long since I’ve had someone I could be so intimate with. Let’s see…”

I watched Luster climb out of my tub and I grunted with a desire to fuck her ass when she presented it to me in the process. Hot damn am I an endless dynamo of sexual energy now. “So, how’s it looking?” Jet questioned as she looked over the gauges on the wall behind my tub.

“It has enough of a reservoir and it is primed. We’re good for one jump right now, but I wish we had a dedicated slime for the reactor to make sure we can always have a jump ready whenever.” Luster slapped her hands over her mouth and looked around. “Rivala isn’t here, is she? Please say no, she could turn someone into an Argent Slime based on that.”

“I have no clue. She went somewhere when I was flogging Molly all night.” I shrugged, sending my silver breasts jiggling like jello. “She usually comes when I call. Oi! Flint! Get yer arse here!” I shouted down the hall. “If she’s in range, she’ll-.”

“Reporting for duty!” Rivala cutely declared with a salute when she zipped in from an air vent.

“Where have you been, lass? I would’ve liked company last night.” I pouted at her and Rivala looked flustered and gave me a lewd gaze.

“Wh-why Silver, are you propositioning me, you old space dog?” Rivala rebounded with a flutter of her pretty eyes and I nodded, making her sputter. “R-r-really? I’m not friendzoned?”

“Why would you be? Anyway, please don’t grant wishes willy-nilly. Luster almost wished for someone to be an Argent Slime.” I said to my oldest, dearest friend who I would totally bang.

“Oh, I’ll try, but it’s an impulse. Wishes that meet the criteria can get past me, just watch your wording.” Rivala said before Spike ran into the room.

“Hey guys, a buoy I’d deployed just reported it was scanned by a ship. We might want to hurry it up, we won’t have much more time.” The dragon told us without his eyes going below the faces of any of the naked hyper-busty gals in the room. I mean, I used to be a guy, but hot damn are you homosexual or something, Spike? We’re all hotter than stars and you’re not even gonna get an eyeful of three beauties in the nude? I actually feel insulted, wow, I just…wow.

“Damn. Alright, Silver and Spike, get ready to fly. Luster, make sure the Conduit is ready. Flint…” Jet looked perplexed as the goo fairy saluted in front of him. “Uh...provide moral support?” Heh, Jet clearly isn’t used to Rivala being a crewmember and not a pet yet.

“Aye, captain! Yar! Hard to starboard! Guns to port! Shoot when you see the bridge!” Rivala shouted as she flew upstairs, now in a skimpy cheerleader outfit, causing us all to chuckle.

“Here.” Luster reached into her cleavage and gave me my limb armor and jumpsuit that I may as well consider mine by this point. I put them on and went to leave, but when I got out of the tub, Lust grabbed my unarmored shoulder. “I know this is your base form, but I think it’d be best if you were your old form for combat. Designed for hyper assets or not, it has already registered your male form and needs more time for this form.” Oh! I…didn’t even consider going man…

“Right, I’m getting too used to being a gal.” I grumbled and morphed back to my male form and spat the excess slime back into the tub. “Be back, luv.” I flushed at realizing my words and Luster beamed brightly at me.

“You better or I’ll be left sad and lonely.” She kissed me on the lips and I swooned, then she spun me around before she slapped my ass! I laughed before I ran up the stairs, tail wagging.

I quickly went to the hangar and paused at seeing Rivala waiting. “Hey. Is it okay if I fly the Morph? I may not be an expert pilot, but it’s basically just firmer goo and I’m goo and...well, I don’t want you fighting out there without me. We’ve always done it together…”

“Uh...did you recharge your wishes?” I asked uneasily and she nodded. Good. “Then I wish the Morph was at its best possible performance levels.” Rivala cooed and then she flew at the crystal-goo hulled ship. She melded with it and then I watched with awe as it took on her form, if she was always a ten foot tall giantess. “Uh...what?”

“I’m now the Morph! What better way to max its performance than to assimilate it into myself?! I’m a ship now! Pew-pew!” Dear Wiatr is Rivala so sexy-cute I wanna hug or bang her. “I’ll be your wing-mate! Especially since I don’t think we have any weapons for your suit.” Shit, she’s right! The only MS weapons we have are for Faye’s Red Tail. Swordfish II has built-in weapons.

“I’ll have to hope I can steal a weapon from one of them, then. I don’t think my new suit has anything besides the heat hawk.” Relic or not, I don’t know if I can handle too many enemies at once without a ranged weapon, even with my skill. Legends tell of the original mobile suits being able to outpace and outmaneuver anything in space at the outset and that still holds true today aside from the fact that modern-day suits have more limited operation times and ranges.

“Then I’ll cover you while you do.” Rivala declared and...literally covered the Zaku in her slime before forming into exquisite crystal blue armor plating with extra thrusters. “All ready to go!”

“I guess so.” I climbed up to the docking arm and used it to enter the cockpit, which Rivala didn’t have covered yet. “Alright, time to suit up.” I stood in the center and the Mobile Trace System did its theatrics, but this time I kept my arm down and let the seamless nanomachine film coat me starting at the shoulders. “Alright, pinging the comms. John Silver chiming in, everyone copy?” I asked as I adjusted to being a giant war machine.

“John, your frequency is too high for the others, see if you can fix that.” Jet responded and I mentally tried to-. “There we go, got you on the lower bands.” Wow, this Relic tech is bullshit.

“Spike here, Swordfish II is ready.” Spike’s neutral tone said with startling clarity.

“Faye, Red Tail is ready.” Faye sounded antsy. She’s good, but not a serious combatant.

“This is Luster-.” Luster started, then grunted from an interruption.

“-And Ed!” Ah, the twerp. Considering she’s already learning from Luster, I can see why.

“Yes and Ed. We’re ready to calibrate the Conduit. We’ll let you know when you should be ready to rush back to the Bebop.” Luster continued with fond exasperation.

“Alright, people. This is do or die. We either get the fuck out of here or we all die, Silver is made into an Argent cow and Luster gets turned into a foal factory for genetics research.” Gee, thanks for the confidence boost, Jet. “I’m taking the Bebop through the tunnel out. The moment we break through the atmosphere, be ready to deploy and buy us time.”

“Roger.” We all chorused and thus began the worst part. Hurrying up to wait.

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Jim had just gotten into the Strike Dagger when klaxons wailed and people began rushing around. “W-what’s happening?! I’m already here, what do I do?!” Jim asked the nearest engineer and the orange-jumpsuited griffin unlocked the docking arms.

“I don’t know, I’m just an engineer, but be ready for a squad to slot you in!” He shouted over the klaxons and Jim hurried up to wait for deployment, which thankfully didn’t take long.

“You, cadet in the Strike Dagger! Grab a gun and act as support!” A wing leader shouted as the Man Rodi squad nearest him handed him a 30mm submachine gun and a few magazines of ammo. It was designed for the hands of a Rodi frame, so it seemed awkward for a moment, but by simply adjusting his grip, he had it well in hand. Then again, current frames had a basis.

He followed them out of the hanger and down towards Hogarth VI. There was so much chatter that he wasn’t sure what was going on, but his HUD had a lone brown and gold ship on escape vector highlighted, so he assumed the mission was to stop it. He had to frequently adjust his speed so he didn’t overtake the Man Rodi suits he was essentially being escorted by.

When they got nearer, the ship’s upper half on the front opened up to reveal a hangar that launched three mobile suits. “Command, three mobile suits. Repeat, three mobile suits. One standard Zaku II, one Taurus, one unknown. Repeat, unknown. Please advise.” Someone called through the chatter clearly.

“Mission control to all mobile suits, do not engage, repeat, do not engage. Sensors read intense Argent energy signatures from the unknown mobile suit.” The droning voice of a hanar replied.

“Wing 17 to control! Unknown has rapidly closed with us, cannot disen-!” Silence. Jim felt fear as explosions started blooming in his vision because MS reactors didn’t need oxygen to blow. He heard the chatter devolve into baffled attempts to gather information, because these people had suddenly turned the hunters into the hunted despite being vastly outnumbered.

“This is crazy, retreat! Back to the Legacy’s coverage zone! It’s already closing on them and there’s no way they are going to jump without aid from a Relay!” Jim’s wing leader commanded, but when they began to fly back, his HUD lit up warnings and he twisted out of the way of a hail of bullets that clipped one of his wingmates.

The sight almost paralyzed him. It was a crystalline red mobile suit with a green interior and a signature monoeye that marked it as some form of Zaku-family model. “ZGMF-1000 Zaku Warrior detected, connecting comms.” His Strike stated as another radio channel lit up.

“Fast one, ain’t ya? Don’t know why Zaku clicked with ya, but you best be hightailing it outta here.” A roguish man’s voice grimly warned and the heat-hawk in the left hand of the Zaku cut through the armor of the nearest Man Rodi like the thick armor plating was no better than butter for stopping the axe while the gun in the other hand, clearly a stollen Man Rodi weapon, sprayed another while a foot kicked Jim away at the same time.

Who was this badass?! “Who are you?!” Jim shouted as he opened fire, strafing in the opposite direction of the hostile mobile suit, unintentionally creating a corkscrew. What shots landed seemed to almost ricochet off of the crystalline armor plating.

“You’ll know, I bet old Amelia would recognize me.” The voice replied as its owner closed the distance and Jim impulsively drew his beam saber, just in time to block the equally intense blade of the heat-hawk. However, unlike his saber which was projected energy, the hawk was a physical weapon with added energy projection. So it sliced through the blade of the saber, but not before Jim disengaged.

This was just in time for the last member of his impromptu squad to fire at the enemy, only for him to casually toss something in their direction. It had to have been a grenade, because a shrapnel explosion knocked the Man Rodi back. “No you don’t!” Jim roared and sprayed bullets to attempt to prevent another casualty, only for the Zaku to rocket to the side to evade.

“Sorry to cut this dance short, Jimbo, but time’s up. Tell Amelia that she has once again almost caught John Silver.” The pilot suddenly rocketed away from Jim so fast, that he almost couldn’t get over that this guy somehow knew his name. He checked his HUD to find that the Strike Dagger had the name John Silver attached to the contact file for the Zaku Warrior.

“What the hell? Why did my Strike Dagger even connect to his comms?” Jim panted in exhaustion from the adrenaline leaving his body before squadron records popped into his HUD. That Zaku was marked as this suit’s squad leader at one time. Small universe.

“Cadet Hawkins, Report!” Amelia shouted and he flinched.

“This is Cadet Hawkins, the Unknown is a Zaku Warrior piloted by John Silver. He just boasted about getting away from you again.” Jim reported as he remained stationary. This was only his second time in a mobile suit, he wasn’t going to give pursuit without orders to.

“Evacuate! That crazy trog is about to make a jump!” Amelia screamed and Jim flew towards the approaching Legacy as fast as possible. An in-system jump this close to a planet could-!

The explosive force that rocked his suit even this far away made Jim turn his cameras back to witness the aftershock of a translation into FTL too deep in-system. Said aftershock had caused the nearest ice rings of Hogarth VI to scatter in a wild spray that would forever ruin the otherwise ugly planet’s only pleasant feature and sent debris cascading into its atmosphere.

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“This is Harissa Vela with CGN, reporting on the events of the Hogarth system. A group of pirates have stolen Relic technology from a previously unknown cache on Hogarth VI and destroyed the planet’s ice rings with an in-system FTL jump at the edge of said ring’s orbit in violation of intergalactic laws. The events of the skirmish have left dozens of civilians in the local asteroid fields to be left dying in their personal transports and captured images of old mobile suits provide evidence that these pirates are heavily armed and dangerous.”

The transmission cut off and a figure in the dark hummed in annoyance.