Pirate Bebop

Ch.71

I can feel it, the constant pressure trying to pierce my mind. I didn’t notice the last time we were here, because I was so desperate and laser-focused on rescuing Jimbo, but now I can feel the insidious presence trying to urge me to attack and destroy everything around me. At least in close proximity to Jimbo, I can shield him from it and being near the Runner seems to help.

These devious monsters. Whatever they’re using, it seems to either only work on divine entities or have a restricted ‘bandwidth’ to broadcast on. Either way, the Char System was an absolute mess. There were UnSC fighting Corpus all across the system and we barely had the time to get in formation before the Corpus had deployed whole battalions of Shiden mobiles led by Tallgeese commander units.

“Colossals, take out as many as you can and soften them up! Warmasters, intercept any surviving Tallgeese! Paladins, defend the Colossals and keep an eye out for anyone trying to sneak up on us! All allied Mobile Suits, if you’re partnered up with any of them, support them, but don’t get in their way!” Bryan ordered and the Atlans quickly moved into position. The Paladins formed up front and erected a green barrier, while the Colossals formed behind them, weapons at the ready.

Since Uri was piloting a Colossal, she got into the firing line as we followed along. All mobiles kept a distance as the Atlan Colossals began with a barrage of micro missiles, which passed through the Paladin barriers and flew straight towards the Corpus battalions. The Tallgeese raised their shields while many of the Shidens bobbed and weaved out of the way, but the rest weren’t so lucky. After that, the Colossals started filling that portion of space with heavy lead and plasma, killing all but the Tallgeese as they made a desperate charge towards our line.

They were intercepted by the Warmasters in a pincer maneuver and they either tore them apart or crushed them within their grasp. The Warmasters quickly returned to the Vengeful Retributor with the spoils of their kills. While it was just scrap, it was a good idea to retrieve weapons and tech of the enemy. Otherwise, everyone else was awestruck at witnessing the raw power of the Atlans firsthand. This was with them only having 3 variants and working together in harmony.

“Incoming UnSC forces!” The Paladin on the right end of the barrier shouted, pointing with his spear towards the incoming enemy.

“We have another wave of Corpus coming in!” Another Paladin in the middle spotted. Shit! Both of them are coming after us!

“Jimmy, Jane, take half of our forces and deal with the UnSC. The rest of us will take care of the Corpus. Runner and I can still bolt over to you at need.” Bryan told us, but I didn’t like this idea-.

“Copy, we’re moving out.” Jimbo complied with the order.

“Jimbo!” I protested as half of our forces split into two groups, but I noticed that ours had most of the big guns. “What the fuck is Bryan thinking?! Has he lost his mind?!” There were barely any Colossals or Paladins in his battlegroup when I looked back!

“Jane, trust him on this.” Jimbo said with firm reassurance as we caught up with our battlegroup. “We should focus on our battle, Bryan chose us to lead.” He reminded me and I sighed in acceptance.

“Believe.” Uri chimed in and I felt at ease by her single word. “Prepare.”

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“Inserting in 3, 2, 1!” Ivara proclaimed when their ramsled, full of Zorks and two other warframes likely as frustrated to be in this deathtrap instead of using their Archwings, slammed through the cheap, mass-produced hull of the boxy Corpus cruiser and they rushed inside. Ivara Prime and her companions, a Loki and Wisp, leaped towards the ceiling where they cloaked themselves.

“Waaagh!” The male Zorks roared and Kasumi stifled a chortle at the sight of the towering hulks in thick, outdated Argentine armor based on old UAC patterns rush headlong into blaster fire while the females tucked into corners and turned into giant mushrooms that spread spores that clouded the air. Shortly, the first Corpus clones were tossed into the clouds and from their bodies emerged three new Zorks per body with two males to one female, nude. “Waaagh!”

“More effective than I thought they’d be.” Ivara commented wryly as the newly grown Zorks grabbed the weapons and armor of fallen enemies, slapping armor over their hulking bodies where it was organically adhered like patchwork lego pieces. Once they moved down the hall a ways, the mushrooms wilted and the female Zork that made them emerged and began eating their ‘corpse’ before running to catch up. “Brutal and efficient.”

“So long as the enemy uses actual flesh to face them and keeps replenishing their numbers. Let’s find the data we need and then bail.” Kasumi said before the trio of stealth experts began skulking away from the carnage.

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The battle was going bad, not for the lack of skill, ammo or armor, but from the sheer number of forces the Corpus were sending. The UnSC had moved to a more advantageous position around the moon to take pot shots, but they were little more than a nuisance at this stage of the battle whittling down the less experienced soldiers.

The Corpus had apparently begun taking advantage of the Char System’s immense mineral resources since they had apparently towed-in an automated shipyard from the Milky Way. This was their base of operations, bristling with their biggest ships and churning out more automated frigates and remote-piloted mobiles from the asteroids being fed in one end. The Corpus have somehow gotten their hands on the designs for a working macro-scale molecular forge!

Thank gosh the cheapskates are focusing on quantity over quality, but quantity is a quality of its own. It seems with this neuralink projection system the Corpus have, they’ve negated the hindrance of droid-piloted mobiles, jumping straight to skilled pilots with each stamped out Shigen and Tallgeese. They have to shut that plant down or they’ll be buried in enemies!

“Hail Rebels, this is the Aemir Fleet, do you need assistance?” A rather old sounding human voice called on open comms as a fleet of ships that looked like replicas of overgrown versions of the Doom marine’s ships entered the system. The ‘plants’ were gold and the main hulls were blue and red looking very much like these ships could have been built from before the Fall. “The Folly told us this was where a good fight was going to happen.”

“Who the hell is this?” Amelia demanded from where she was acting as the native command coordinator aboard the Vengeful Retributor. The lead ship, the Odin according to the broadcast IFF, began forming up on the attack path against the UnSC.

“Mindral Odinson, born and raised on this ship and leader of the Aemir fleet.” The old man proclaimed as the image of a human of advanced age appeared on the left of her communications screen. He had a long gray beard and braided hair with a black snake tattoo running over his face and strong gray eyes.

“I guess Odin is with us.” Marcus chuckled in amusement, but Amelia didn’t get the reference.

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“I greatly dislike these guys, but they’re just working fer a paycheck. Killing them is wrong.” I huffed after disabling another Man Rodi. Considering how tanky the Man and Landman Rodi were and were the UnSC’s go-to space unit, it was much easier to spare a cockpit by aiming for the arms and rendering them harmless. Sure, they can ram into you, but by that point they’re just being stubborn.

“Greed.” Uri stated blandly while she blasted the limbs off of several enemies.

“I know, but there ain’t no rest fer the wicked, money don’t grow on trees~.” I sang as I danced with Jimbo, our Relic mechs flowing together and breaking the enemy’s attack potential while avoiding the wasted energy it would take to kill them. Seriously, Man/Landman Rodi armor is no joke and even our armor-piercing melee weapons would take extra seconds. “I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed, there ain’t nothin’ in this world fer free~!”

“Copyright.” Uri warned me while backing off to rejoin Khorgan, where the Zork Prime was cackling madly over our team’s comms while using her Garm’s boost-hammer to smash the limbs of enemies and fling her mobile through space in a jerky, unpredictable pattern.

“Aw, curse the multidimensional Copyright Office.” I grumbled before finding a moment to retreat with Jimbo and ended up nearly held by his Strike Sword. “Hey handsome, come here often~?”

“Jane, please keep it in your jumpsuit. We’re in a warzone.” Jimbo chided me with amusement and then he pirouetted me away from enemy fire and I kicked off the offender’s gun arm. “If you behave, I’ll let you drink from the tap for dinner instead of using a flask.” I salivated at the idea of getting my lips around my lover’s thick dick and bolted forward into the fray.

“Give up faster so mama can get her cream~!” With eggs! Hopefully~!

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Bryan sighed as he watched the battle continue. The Corpus pressing their attack as wave after wave were thrown at his forces. During that time, something unexpected happened: the Corpus tried to make contact with him. “Hm.” He grunted before answering the transmission.

“Hey~! Sorry it took so long, but even with the Zorks keeping most of the crew on board occupied, the databanks were well guarded.” Kasumi, because Ivara at least spoke more respectfully during an operation, said when Bryan answered the call. “We’re seeding the Corpus battlenet with as many nasty viruses as we can. Soon you’ll notice a drop in enemy efficiency.”

“That’s great and all, but what about their Forge?” Bryans asked before standing from his seat.

“You mean the Autofactory? Yeah, working on that. We shouldn’t destroy it, that’s too valuable. I think that’s what Eris wanted us to get our hands on since although it isn’t Argentine tech, it’ll relieve your forge ships of a huge workload. I’m going to lead my team aboard and arrange for as many Zorks as I can to launch ramsleds at it.” Ivara, the more proper of the two, answered.

“Waaagh!” Bryan winced at the bellowing roar coming over the call and Ivara Prime flinched. “Moar dakka foor deh Queem! Maek moor dakka bruddahs!” Ivara facepalmed and rubbed the area where the bridge of Kasumi’s nose would be.

“If I can get them to listen. They may not be sentient, but they’ve rapidly developed a rudimentary…‘intelligence’ aligned with their programmed purpose. Like droids.” Ivara sighed.

“Right. Just get it done, I’ll go out and stretch my legs.” Bryan hung up and stretched.

“Oo~! Am I going to see your sexy aft again?” The Runner cooed lustfully at her husband.

“No, Runner. I’mma kick ass and take names the old fashioned way!” Bryan proclaimed proudly.

“...Can we please~ see you do it by first ramming into an enemy hull with your sharp, long, sexy-.” The Runner giggled when Bryan smacked the back of her pilot chair.

“Another time, honey. Anyway, open up.” He ordered while going to the nearest airlock.

“How are you going to get there without Transforming?” The Runner asked her husband in confusion as she cycled the inner door of the airlock.

“Sweetie, we have wings, remember?” Bryan said with a cheeky smile as he summoned his wings. Well, not summoned, they were always there, just stored in a convenient personal pocket space Jehovah told them about a long time ago, even if they were Nephilim. Well, that was when he wasn’t goo. When he was goo, he just absorbed or formed them at will, same deal.

“Right~. I keep forgetting because I’m so used to flying other ways or teleporting or, y’know, walking.” The Runner sheepishly admitted. “Be careful out there, I can feel it.”

“Well, now that you mention it, hold on to the Lantern.” Bryan detached his Lantern from his belt and had it float back to the pilot’s chair since the Runner had gravity off to focus as much power to her shields as possible. “I wanna...have a little chat with them. All units, defensive formation! The enemy is mine!”

The Runner shuddered before Bryan lept out into the void of space and propelled himself towards the fight. Almost immediately, voices started to speak within his mind and he was already annoyed with them.

“Destroy.”

“Murder.”

“Maim.”

“Burn.”

“Kill.”

“Oh, shut up you fucking mongrels! You’re not a mother!” Bryan retorted as he sped towards the Corpus, feeling the voices recoil in shock at his defiance. “You know, if you’re really that curious of what I can do: watch this~.” Within a moment, he had unleashed all Hell unto his enemy.

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After I had instinctively fused my Zaku with Jimbo’s Strike Sword, turning them into the Strike Saber which wasn’t multi-armed, but had epic full-body armor and extra weapons. I had then ejected, naked, from the cockpit and into the bridge of the UnSC dreadnought nearest to the battleline. “Stand and deliver! Yer money or yer life!” I shouted as the breach sealed. They answered with blaster fire that sizzled on impact with my silvery argent slime. “Oh, poo. That doesn’t work if they’re not civilians.” I pouted and then engulfed the whole bridge in my goo.

I’ve been drinking plenty of Jimbo’s sweet fruity cream~. I then returned to normal, belching out a pile of blasters as I patted my wriggling abs. My Navel Pearl shined brightly for a moment. Now that’s a way to clear a bridge! I spat out a comm and plopped my sexy naked ass on the tactics officer’s console before I flicked some switches.

“All aboard the UnSC Bradbury, I’ve seized the bridge. I’m locking the ship down in a few seconds. Welcome to the Rebellion~!” I crooned and stretched a paw across the console to press the emergency lockdown override with my toe bean.

“Holy shit!” Jimbo cried, but it wasn’t out of pain, more like he was mesmerized by- “Jane, quick, look outside! Berserker’s ripping and tearing through Corpus! By himself! Gods, it’s amazing!” Aw, Jimbo’s happy. I hope the Aspects aren’t twisting who he is, though.

“About time. I’m going to eject from the nearest airlock, get ready to receive me using the Saber’s partitioned cockpit.” Why the Saber has that feature and the Kahn doesn’t, I’ll leave the eggheads to figure out. I was shunted into a traditional, by our standards, cockpit, while Jimbo got to be in the MTS. From what I can tell, I seem to be relegated to copilot with each fusion. Why though~? I don’t mind, not really, it’s Jimbo, but still.

“You want to use yourself as a boarding party for the next one too, don’t you?” Jimbo asked with fond exasperation and a purr of arousal that made my tail wag on the way to the airlock.

“Ya bet yer sexy ass I do! All these people, squirming inside of me~.” I cooed and rubbed my abs before I began belching out other gear. Boots, hats, knives, clothes. Uh-oh...they better not get frisky in there. Oh, who am I kidding, don’t care so long as I have my ovaries inactive. Thank gosh I worked most of my heat off on the way here. “Besides, this will take the UnSC off the board faster and let us deal with the Corpus, who are mostly heartless Greedy bastards.”

“Well, with most of their forces either destroyed or too occupied by Berserker, they should be easy pickings right now.” Oh no, Jimbo did the one thing he shouldn’t have.

“Ya had to invoke Murphy and Jinx, didn’t ya?” I sighed and then ejected into space, using my slime to displace air from my storage to launch myself towards the Strike Saber, which received me in the secondary cockpit readily. “Ya didn’t say the magic words!”

“What?” Jimbo asked as he began weaving through enemy MSs.

“Come sail away, come sail away~, sail away with me~!” I sang as I began firing the microlasers spread over the Strike Saber’s armor at enemies as fast as I could manage.

“Copyright.” Uri chuffed while she and Khorgan rode atop the Runner, leaving the rest of our forces to subdue the scattering enemy lines.

“Dang it, Uri!” I laughed and hummed it anyway.

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“Obey us!” The voice roared out.

“No.” Bryan remarked before blasting another small cluster of ships within the Corpus fleet.

“Obey us!” It repeated.

“No.” Bryan said before punching his way through swaths of Tallgeese and Shidens.

“What are you?!” The voices demanded.

“I’m me. Nothing more, nothing less. Most importantly, I’m not your toy.” The Doom Marine answered before leading his enemy on a wild goose chase.

“Where have you been hiding this power?!”

“I’m surprised you want to play the twenty questions game all of a sudden.” Bryan mocked with a roll of his eyes.

“Even Urta bent to my will! Who are you to-?!”

“I am the bastard you should’ve focused on first. You fucked with my wife, my people, my family. I will find you, rip your spine out, then beat you to death with it.” Bryan snarled and dove for the Corpus Autofactory, punching through the mobiles that got in his way, even the thick shields of the Tallgeese units.

He smirked and banished his armor when he neared the bridge. He then transformed back into a cyber slime, became female, formed her legs into a drill, then launched through the hull of the bridge to land on her paws with the crew aiming at her as the hull sealed. “Stand and deliver! Your money or your life!” Brennie fought off a grunt of arousal as the cowards dropped their weapons. Hot fuck Jane had it right about how good it felt to do epic bullshit like this.

Shame, she was kinda hoping to lock them up in her womb too…

“Good boys! Now, start shutting this place down and ready for transport. Welcome to the Rebellion!” Brennie channeled Jane as much as possible. Hot shit this was sexy.

“Do you have dental?” One of her captives asked and she broke out laughing.