Pirate Bebop

Ch.80

The weeks passed in a routine. In the mornings, I would have breakfast, then meditate and train with Yoda, Uri, Ani and the nameless stone bitch who seriously needs someone besides Yoda. Midday was often a swap between spending time with Luster and Rivala or one of the many paramours we’d accrued. Afternoon was often martial training with Penta or the Marines, then evening was dinner, epic sexy shenanigans, then sleep. Rinse, repeat.

We were stuck hurrying up to wait for nearly a month before the Alliance Command, aka: Marcus, his chain of command, the Marines and such, felt that we had the personnel situation under control. That was after the POWs who refused to join us were sent to the border colony of Zeng-Shi which wouldn’t have the resources for them to cause much trouble and it’d take months for any of them to even get in contact with UnSC command.

Besides, Zeng-Shi could use disciplined people like that. It’s almost as bad as Tarkus with the pirates around there. Lucky for them I put codes in their one-way junker carrier’s IFF and painted the hull with the Jolly Roger so the pirates there would know these were poor sods set adrift for Zeng-Shi Station and they had nothing of value.

“Where is our Gargoyle friend?” Questioned the hulking yak, Ani, who finally went around without his full suit of Spartan power armor, as he sat down on the bench with me where I recovered from the latest grind Penta put me through. That beautiful babe was a stone-cold bitch when it came to martial prowess and while I was ‘passable’ I wasn’t ‘superb’ so she’d decided one of her goals in life was to make me the best damn martial artist in the universe.

“Dealing with the children.” I replied nonchalantly before sighing sadly. “Why must the Argentines be such loners?” Seriously, I can feel those attuned with the Force doing their own thing. From what I could tell, they were meditating and experimenting through training. While I’m proud of them taking the initiative, I was also sad that I wasn’t going to train them or train with them. At least several dozen Twili who have aptitude quickly sought out Master Yoda.

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“You need a name!” Ed told the stony lady.

“Yeah! Name!” Aurora cheered.

Ein was just chewing a doggy biscuit while his two mistresses bothered the Corrupted one.

“I don’t need one.” The stone gargoyle growled.

“Stony!”

“Hilly!”

“Oh! Chest-Hills!”

“I am not going to be called Chest-Hills!” The gargoyle blushed as she covered her impressive bosom, even though it was already in a loose sweater.

“Demona?” Ein suggested.

“...I really like that name. Okay, fine, call me Demona.” The tsundere female then rubbed her head crest and felt it oddly fitting if she would get it painted red.

“Demona! Demona! Yay!” The girls cheered before hugging the newly named gargoyle.

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“We discovered it! Ahahah! We’ve found it!” Delbert cheered as he found the coordinates he had been looking for all this time. Getting his own research station courtesy of the Argentines was the ultimate boon in his research and thanks to the advanced cartography capabilities of his assistant: EDI, they just discovered what he’d spent most of his life searching for!

“Considering this is the most comprehensive galactic map I’ve ever encountered, I’m amazed it took so long to find!” EDI, a beautiful human-like cybertronian who was currently in her ‘trash can’ R3-ED droid form, danced on her wheels happily as her dome head spun around cutely. She was a Twili like all the refugees, but she was also a ship with her husband living on board. The legends of her did no justice for how lovely a person she was.

“What are you two doing?” Amelia asked her lover and recent friend with amusement, but then she yowled when something landed on her, squishing her unprepared slime body into the floor.

“Oof! Warp travel still sucks!” Declared the gorgeous slime covcat who looked exactly like Amelia, bustiness and all. She had her rear planted on Amelia’s head.

“Uh, Emelia?” Amelia asked as she looked up at her twin sister from between her thicc thighs in bemusement. “What are you doing here? Why are you slime? How are you so busty?”

“Work, because yes, also yes.” Emilia replied and then patted her younger sister’s head. “There, there. You’ve discovered that we’re naturally predisposed to sexiness thanks to our ancestor Sabrina.”

“We’ve found Treasure Planet! Or, rather, the coordinates to Treasure Planet!” Delbert declared excitedly, the sight of Emmy crushing Amy’s head with her groin a non-issue in the face of his life’s work on the cusp of fruition!

“Oh, that’s nice, dear. Sister, please remove your succulent snatch from my neck.” Amelia huffed and Emilia laughed as a roguish draconequus slithered out of thin air.

“Aw, you don’t want to give us a show?” The draconequus said as a dick and balls landed on her face.

“Not now. I’m currently backwards and seriously not in the mood. I just knew this charlatan would Corrupt you, Emmy.” Amy huffed and shook the junk off of her face. “Now, get off!”

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Willow was sparring with Ionyx as Brennie watched from the sidelines. The vixen was slowly being beaten down, but refused to give up the match. “Do you yield?” The stallion questioned as he backed away.

“Fat chance.” Willow snarled and spat out some damaged slime that would take time to reincorporate, time better spent on everything else. “I may have gotten used to peace, but we always stayed ready for war.” Too bad her people’s tech had evolved beyond what was available from either the locals or the Argentines. They’ve lost millenia of progress and have to retrain. Still, the Twili soldiers were disciplined and worthy of the Argentines to their surprise.

Brennie knew this from her fusions with Willow, but it was best if everyone saw it for themselves. If it was a few thousand years ago, Willow could’ve possibly kicked her ass, but she’d gotten soft from Paradise despite efforts to continue improving. That said, she needed an Empyreal or one of the Marines for a sparring partner or she’d bulldoze her opponent and learn nothing. Willow’s unique martial arts utilizing her tail-hands made her too much for most people.

Ionyx grunted as they got back to it. This is where both he and Brennie started to see Willow picking up the pace, her strikes were becoming fast and precise, her grapples harder to dodge and then she suddenly surged in size to match either Rico or Edward and her larger reach and increasing speed forced Ionyx to forfeit or risk injury from the vixen’s battle-lust overtaking her.

“Oh, fuck, I’m hungry now~.” Willow moaned as her belly growled. Brennie quickly shooed Ionyx away and then fused into Willow so she could help contain her cannibalistic nature. Winnie hissed as she shrunk down and clutched her gurgling stomach before she got one of Urta’s flasks from her cleavage and started chugging to relieve the gnawing, starving sensation.

Ahuizotla were notoriously carnivorous and in South American cultures was known to eat humans. Unfortunately for Willow, being half-Ahuizotl contributed heavily to her cannibalistic tendencies along with her method of using Lust Demons to make Purification pools early on in her adventures. Winnie finished chugging and panted as she sorted herself out.

“Fucking damn. No wonder Willow usually only spars with soulless clone droids since she tends to eat them afterward.” Winnie huffed and tucked her flask away. She should see if there’s a cure for that. If the Empire could cure so many genetic defects, why not do away with such a vicious and dangerous one? Her Willow half felt stupid for not thinking of it and hopeful it could be done.

“Fucking Hell, I didn’t think Willow had that in her.” Visilia said as she approached her from a weight lifting area.

“She is an Undead and has no need to heed her own life. It turns out that Willow has died more times than she can count from her own training.” Winnie informed her wife who looked concerned. “Yeah, I know, I know. I didn’t have much to do in Paradise besides fuck, train and call out idiots for their mistakes.” Winnie sighed and rubbed her shoulders with her tail-hands.

“We’d better remind her that her life has value. Immortal or not, abuse it too much and someday you’ll never wake up again.” Visilia pulled Winnie into a hug and smooched her. “Now, why don’t we calm down for the day? While Tarkus is still being terraformed, the native Sydians have adjusted rapidly and are forming a primitive civilization that worships most of us. Why don’t we go down and mingle with the puny mortals?” Visi smiled evilly and Winnie shivered.

Damn did Visi make her wet whenever she got all domineering.

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Jovia giggled like a ninny as she was rolled around like a giant ball by her harem of boy toys. “Boys~! I know I’m a ball, but this is silly~!” Jovia laughed at the fact her body, without her Navel Pearl and Nipple Studs active, was basically a sphere with two smaller spheres attached. The Divinity Engine was developing without interference and her body was growing to contain the vast occupancy of her womb. It was easily bigger than most gas giants at this point~!

“Holy fuck, no wonder there’s so much fun going on in here.” Shekka commented when she entered the dimensionally expanded room. The white-suited rask whistled up at the 15-foot gas giant as she looked her over. “Damn, girl. You’ve got really nice geometry going there.”

“I know, right?! Watch how the math changes as we roll her!” One of the several rask lads shouted before rolling Jovia some more, causing her to titter again.

“Neat! That is a trip! Hey, lady, would you mind going to Storage Bay 06? That’s where most of us rasks on the Bebop gather for recreation.” Shekka asked as she watched the math only she and other Raskvel could see change with every motion of the spatial anomaly named Jovia.

“Sure! Being rolled around is fun!” Jovia chirped and then squeaked when her right breast was smished under her and someone touched her vagina. “Oh~ do that more~.”

“You heard her boys! Get her rolling!” Shekka commanded and she followed the mathematical anomaly as she was rolled down the halls to the raskvel-filled Storage Bay 06 to join in on the fun of watching the hyper-preggo gal be rolled around and toyed with.

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“So, how are you feeling today?” Jet asked his lover as she set a cup of tea in front of her. Eris smiled tiredly and accepted the tea. Ever since she had her overload, Eris has been subdued and worryingly fragile. Jet was just happy to have her back, even if she wasn’t filled with that manic energy that sucked him in like a vortex. She was more than a Chaos Noodle to him.

“Better. As the DE keeps growing, the more I can feel the flow of Time again. I’m sure within another month, I’ll be back to my old ways, just not constantly running so many timelines.” Eris tugged on her blouse and adjusted her bra straps. She was so drained that her ambient Chaos Aura wasn’t working, so she couldn’t rely on it causing her massive mams to ignore gravity.

“Don’t strain yourself, dear. Take your Time.” Jet punned and Eris tittered cutely.

“I won’t.” A second Eris said, her body having a bionic arm. “Watch out for the grenades on Hogarth II.” She warned herself before she sighed and melded into the current Eris.

“Oof, shit. Yeah, I won’t make that mistake this time around.” Eris winced and rubbed the arm that the alternate future version of herself had replaced. That wasn’t a one-time occurrence. Eris has had to resort to having alternate future versions of herself warning her of things and then melding back into her. They weren’t real so-to-speak, more simulations of Time. A new method she said wasn’t 100% accurate, but was far less straining than actual Time-Travel.

“I’d prefer it if you didn’t get involved in combat at all.” Jet glared and Eris winced.

“Sorry, Jetty. In that simulation, you were in danger, I couldn’t…” Eris wilted and Jet sighed as he took one of her hands and rubbed her scaly knuckles. “I can’t guarantee I can save anyone. I can’t just pop to a previous point in time and try over and over until most of everyone is alive and well anymore. All I can do is keep running sims and hope to prevent the worst.”

“Erie, there’s just one thing I have to say.” Jet booped her snoot, making her scaly face scrunch adorably. “Stop stressing. You’re not perfect, nobody is. When this is over, promise me you’ll stop playing oracle and live for yourself for once.” Eris’s eyes became watery as she smiled and threaded her fingers with his.

“Ma-Eris!” A cheer came as several armed and armored robots appeared behind Jet, all looking worried. Some had animals by their sides that looked more like shimmering crystals then flesh. All were the same shadowy substance of the Twili, meaning they were from Paradise.

“Oh, sweetie~!” Eris lit up so beautifully that Jet had his breath taken away as the new Twili Draconequus rounded the table to hug his mother. “How’s my little Oscar-boy? I’m not talking to you, Tuddrussel!” Eris snapped at the bulky possibly Cybertronian man, who huffed and the lanky BX -gosh those are rare- droid elbowed him in the side.

“He’s still in the past, I’m here for a few minutes ahead of him, Time-Echo, y’know. Oop, here he comes!” Oscar stood back and then reality seemed to snap for a moment and the black Chaos Noodle wobbled. “Woo, that is always disorienting. Anyway, the Warp is a good medium for Time Travel. Test was a success. Once you’re at full power, I suggest hunting down the Mirror of Twilight and going Twili yourself. It’ll help you get some of your power back.”

“Hold on, boy. That thing’s definitely in UnSC custody on Harmonia’s Ark unless they had it shipped to a secret location. Do you know where it wound up?” Jet questioned seriously, because if turning into a shadow-noodle will help his lover, he’ll fly to the ends of the universe.

“The UnSC exotic-materials holding vaults on Hogarth II.” Oscar told them and Eris winced.

“Um, Sweetie? That’s the system where Jet and his family’s journey officially began and where I just ran a failed simulation. Are you sure?” Eris asked worriedly and Oscar nodded. “Fishsticks.”

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I was standing next to Jet as his First Mate on the bridge of the Bebop shortly after dinner. The Marines were here, but otherwise this was a Bebop crew meeting with the extended crewmembers listening through the intercom. “Everyone. I am your captain, Jet Black. I know most of you know this in some measure, but only figured I was the ship-dad for what’s become most of the fleet’s communal Liveship. However, I’m afraid the Bebop is now on active duty.”

Jet paused to let that sink in for the people listening. “All of you know about the Twili, how they are the refugees of the now-lost Paradise. Well, the UnSC has their hands on the Mirror of Twilight, the divine artifact of Midna created by Nexus through imbuing the exotic dimension-breaching effect Midna punched into Paradise into a solid Phrik mirror.”

Jet drew a breath and let it out. “That said, all of us know the Twili have near-instant Warp travel with no known distance constraints. If it exists, a Twili can get into it. We cannot let the UnSC start turning their elites into Twili. They will hunt us down and kill us all in our sleep! Thanks to the efforts of Eris and her Time Squad led by her son Oscar, we know where they’re holding the Mirror.” Jet activated the holo projector and I winced.

“Really? Really? Back where this all began?” I asked in deep concern. This reeked of Destiny.

“The Hogarth System. Hogarth VI is where we had Luster Dawn come into our lives and we became fugitives from the UnSC. Now Hogarth II is where we must go to prevent us from being infiltrated.” Jet zoomed in on Hogarth II. Unlike Hogarth VI which had once-beautiful ice rings and was made into a dumping ground, Hogarth II was a mining world being stripped clean.

“That’s the Exotic Materials site.” Amelia commented as Jet focused in on the location holding the Mirror of Twilight. “That’s where they test, examine and store dangerous materials. It’s heavily fortified with anti-air batteries, artillery emplacements and has a dedicated on-site elite mobile suit division to prevent company secrets from being stolen or worse: Terrorists.”

“Like us.” Jet snorted and everyone had a weak chuckle. “In orbit is a ring of automated turbolaser batteries, a small fleet of rapid-response battleships dedicated to Hogarth II’s defense and a direct line to the nearest UnSC garrison. I don’t have to point out that we cannot afford a protracted siege. We need to get in, get out, fast. The Corpus have left the Hogarth System and surrounding systems alone since to the rest of the Three Galaxies, Hogarth is just junk.”

“Misinformation by omission is one of the best ways to secure a site.” Said Winnie, since Brennie and Willow had seemed to have chosen to, for now, be semi-permanently fused. Their souls synergize so well, it’s a good thing she had Vinnie and I set up a sort of barrier to keep them from merging further. “So, besides a quick smash and grab, what’s the plan? Any ideas?”

“What about getting Hogarth IV to launch an assault on Hogarth II? The pirates in the area would love to get their hands on materials. Also, what about the Planters sitting on Hogarth VI?” Ed suggested from where she was on Demona’s left shoulder with Aurora on the right one.

“What?” Everyone said before Ed pointed at the mountain ranges of Hogarth VI.

“I saw them when we were first in the system, but I thought they were junkers, then we met Folly and I cross-referenced her with them. Then I sent a probe to see if they were working. They are, They’re just sleeping. I jacked into them to find out they terraformed the world and then went dormant without further orders.” Ed dumped on everyone.

“Okay, good job Ed.” Jet praised the asari and then hummed. “So, we jump in as stealthily as possible, wake up the Planters, then use them to crack open the base. We rush in, get the Mirror, then rush out with the Planters giving us cover. We’ll have them follow us home because even if they’re only Cruiser-class ‘dumb’ Planters, they’re a valuable resource.”

“Okay, how much of the fleet are we going to devote? Everyone’s itching to sortie.” Winnie questioned with her two fluffy tails waving behind her eagerly.

“Almost none of it.” Jet’s words surprised everyone. “We need a small, fast group. My original idea was to have the Runner ram through the base’s outer shell then evac while the Bebop drew attention by the perimeter. Now, we can do many similar things, but with Planter support.”

“I volunteer to be rammed into something!” Vinnie declared excitedly and then discussions began. I, meanwhile, was just glad things were finally on the move.