Pirate Bebop

Ch.84

When we jumped into the Hogarth System, Jet flew the Bebop at previously unattainable speeds to Hogarth VI. The ruined world still had its beautiful ice rings ruined by our escape months ago, but it seemed that the planet’s gravity well was pulling the stray items back into orbit. It would likely be years or even centuries before the planet’s rings were back to normal, but that’s if the Argentines don’t decide to recycle the garbage world with Sweepers later.

“Alright Ed! Ping those Planters!” Jet ordered and the asari child genius rapidly typed away at her omni’s glowing keyboard. As we neared the ‘mountain’ range highlighted on the Bebop’s guidance console, they violently snapped free of the sediment that had formed over them and made them seem to be mountains. The green cruisers were incredibly intact considering they’d been slumbering for thousands of years. Testament to Nexus’s design prowess.

A veritable army of Skaven phantoms permeated them and I warily shared a look with Vinnie, assuming my fellow Goddess of Souls could sense what the cloud of ethereal movement was. “Ed? What’re ya getting back from them?” I asked the girl as she kept typing away.

“Death threats, questions, demands for evidence that I’m associated with the Old Gods, et cetera.” Ed shrugged off and even grabbed a soda with her hands and then used her bare feet to type as she lounged back and sipped from the straw sticking out of the can.

“My gosh, so many chose to hide instead of coming with us.” Winnie quietly intoned with pain as she clutched her sternum beneath her breasts. Right, the Skaven were Willow’s most devout. However, I bet Brennie doesn’t share the same feelings. They may share the same body, but not the same opinion.

“So, what next? The whole ‘plan’ hinged on whether or not we got these bruisers. Are we gonna crack the base with one or are we still gonna use Runner as a ramsled while these big girls keep the heat off of us?” I asked as we watched the green space-leviathans shrug off thousands of years of sediment build up while rising into Hogarth VI’s atmosphere.

“The latter, we just have to get them to Hogarth II now.” Jet answered while Ed continued typing away as the four ancient cruisers breached the atmosphere.

“UnSC Sys-Sec is on the move! A shame the local pirates were depleted the last time we were here.” Spike stated from where he was watching the sensors. The mobiles aren’t being deployed yet, which was why we were all on the bridge. “Thankfully they’re focused on our backup.”

“Good. Ed, direct them to Hogarth II. We’re going to remain quiet here in Hogarth VI’s ice rings until they’re in position.” Jet declared and we waited tensely while observing the Planter Cruisers decimate the native defenses on the way to their target. We had no illusions that all of them would survive. Relic ships or not, they were up against a whole system.

One of the four ships suffered catastrophic damage, but they all reached Hogarth II and engaged the planetary defenses. “Alright, that’s as good as we’re gonna get. Let’s get Runner crewed.” Winnie led me in a sprint through the Bebop to the hangar, which thanks to Luster Dawn’s epic spatial magic, was able to hold the Runner comfortably.

“About time! Get in!” The Runner chirped eagerly even while we did so. “Jane is my pilot, sorry Winnie. She’s the crazy one with the Force powers.” The Runner said before we reached the crew/passenger seating and I jumped over the pilot chair of her cockpit. I opened the groin seam of my white bodysuit and moaned when her ‘sync’ rod thrust into my quim.

“Uhn~. Just as lovely as last time, ya sexy Jolteon.” I purred as I took her controls in my hands. “Open the hangar doors, Jet! Remember to have Zaku Warrior ready to deploy with Rivala puppeting it if we need it!” Time to take a rocket ride~!

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“Dear fuck we are marrying this bitch.” Winnie whispered under her breath as she watched Jane pilot the Runner like the pirate madwoman she was. She rocketed out of the Bebop, wove through the ice rings, then shot through the scattered Sys-Sec like a divine bolt from the void directly for their target on Hogarth II.

She keyholed between the Planters, which were busy soaking up the defenses and allowing Jane to blindside them with the dive-bombing ship not giving two fucks about descent control like a divine smite from the heavens. Without slowing down one iota, not even flinching, instead Jane howled excitedly seconds before impact when the Runner slammed through several layers of armored fortification until she came to a stop with the canopy of the cockpit revealing a storeroom.

“Ground floor! Heinous secrets, eldritch artifacts and lethal hazardous waste!” Jane declared before rising from the Runner’s seat with a lurid schlurp and a satisfied sigh. “Fuck yeah. Good job, babe.”

“I hurt all over and for some reason it’s good~...” The Runner mewled while Jane started the process of opening the emergency canopy release for the cockpit, since there was no way they were going to be able to exit the normal ways.

“Congratulations, you’re part masochist.” Winnie snarked, making the others laugh as they climbed out.

“Fuck you!” The Runner retorted as she waited until everyone was out and transformed back into her sexy self. Well, not that her ship form isn’t it’s own form of sexy, but not the point.

“Well, talk about fortune! We got right into the vault with the mirror.” Jane said with her usual charm as they approached the mirror, which was locked behind a big security gate that was clearly just meant to keep people from getting too close to the dangerous object. Jane wasted no time, slipping out of her jumpsuit and morphing through the seams in the gate. She then opened it from the other side with a beaming smile and her tail wagging at lightspeed.

“Good. Before we take it, let’s make sure it isn’t boobytrapped.” Vinnie suggested and the team nodded in agreement.

“Gotcha covered!” Jane chirped and approached it with a discerning eye, before she pulled a blaster from her cleavage and shot two points on the walls around it, then shot the base of the pedestal holding up the mirror. She blew the smoke from the barrel of her weapon and sashayed up to the mirror unharmed. “Come to mama.” The nude slime wolfess expanded her bosom until it enveloped the mirror and she shrunk back down. “We have the loot, let’s scram!”

“I feel like we overcompensated.” One of the squad members chuckled. “It’s one thing to hear about her hyper-competence, it’s another to see it in action.” Good fuck is it. Winnie’s crotch was soaked. Thankfully, her armor kept that contained and actively cleaned the mess.

“Good, because we’ve got company.” Winnie ignited her lightsaber as the large vault they were in opened up. Everyone trained their weapons at the entrance as a lone figure entered, completely shrouded in a dark cloak. “Vinnie, take Jane and get the hell outta here. We didn’t come all this way just to lose the mirror.”

“Wha-hey~! I’m not some damsel-!” Jane protested as Vinnie picked her up in a bridal carry and began fleeing back out of the gaping hole her ship form had created with the squads following as a rear guard. At least someone had the polite notion to grab Jane’s white bodysuit.

“Daring. Like your kind always are.” The shadowy figure ignited a red lightsaber, proving Winnie’s theory that there were indeed already Force practitioners before Jane assumed her mantle. “Take the trinket, we have what we need from it. The real value here is your head.”

“Then we need to get even with you.” Winnie growled as the two closed the distance and locked their lightsabers with each other. Her opponent was the first to break the hold and came swinging in with a flurry of attacks before launching Winnie back with a burst of Force. She didn’t even leave the floor and her tail-hands kept her from moving more than a few feet.

“I’m afraid that’s our line.” Two more shadowed figures appeared and Winnie grinned ferally.

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“What?!” Jet exclaimed after Jane and the others explained the situation to him. They had exfiltrated with little issue, but now after Jane had deposited the Mirror of Twilight in the Bebop’s ‘high security’ vault, Jane was trying to deploy in her Zaku Warrior alongside Duo and his Deathscythe. “Yes, go back and get Winnie out of there-.”

“Don’t you fucking dare come back here! There are more of them! Jump back to friendly space!” Winnie argued over the comms as her battle waged on.

“Don’t you play the fucking hero card! We’re sending an evac team, you are going to get on that mobile suit and get your two-tailed ass back here!” Jet snarled with a growl as the second Planter took on major damage. That one and the first one are now limping towards the escape route and the enemy still had no idea where the Bebop was.

“There are no Heroes or Villains! Just Mortals and Monsters!” Winnie retorted through the noise of buzzing lightsabers and the clashing of plasma blades.

“I don’t fucking care, your waifu is on her way even if I could tell her not to.” Jet rumbled and then hung up with a look over at Marcus. “Your mom is a stubborn bitch.” He hasn’t had to deal with such a gung-ho hothead since his early years in the ISSP.

“Don’t I know it. It’s what makes her so incredible.” Marcus commented fondly.

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“This is so awkward!” Duo complained from his place in the secondary cockpit after we fused our suits together. This orientation was the Zaku Glaive since it converted Deathscythe’s scythe into a glaive that required both arms on the right side to wield if it wasn’t using a hand on the opposite side too. Considering how similar it was to the Zaku Khan, I was surprised it didn’t sandwich us together in the main cockpit.

I think it might be entirely due to how intimate Jimbo and I are. I’ll ask Nexus later, since she’s available for consulting and everything now that she’s free from Paradise. “Suck it up, Duo! Keep the glaive under control!” It was lopsided unlike the Khan, with three arms on the right side devoted to the oversized melee weapon and leaving the left hand with the heat hawk or gun.

I had nominal full control of the suit, but it was up to Duo to handle the full-rotation capable right trio of arms and the giant weapon they were devoted to. How his cockpit conveyed that, I had no clue. Duo was the polearm specialist between us, so he got that job.

I dove down towards Hogarth II with my left arm’s shield forward to protect us from the heat of reentry. Duo’s glaive spun around, masterfully deflecting incoming fire like the glaive was a giant Lightpike. Actually, that’s exactly what it was. With this, we managed to breach the defenses of Hogarth II easily and I dove for the hole in the roof of the site. On the edge, I could see one red blade dancing among three other red blades.

I dove straight for them, exerting Force to deflect the attempts by Winnie’s attackers to throw me off course. I snarled at the headache I was getting, but I swept down, scooping Winnie up in Zaku's left hand as the glaive spun in a sweep that forced the other three to jump or die. I rocketed skyward and opened the cockpit, shoving Winnie in before closing it. “Hey beautiful.”

“Hey.” Winnie huffed as she calmed down from the adrenaline. “They claim to have all that they need from the mirror.”

“Which could mean either they somehow figured out how to turn people into Twili or how to negate Twili trans-dimensional travel. Hopefully it’s the latter. They didn’t have it fer long.” I replied while twisting and juking to dodge weapon fire. We were the last ones out as the Planters began their retreat.

“There was more. They may not have said anything, but there was more to it. Not to mention the UnSC has Force-Adepts on their payroll. Worst yet, I get the feeling they’re gonna do something bold in the near future. I don’t know what, but I know it’ll hit us hard.” Winnie sighed as she leaned back onto me and tried to relax.

“Then I guess it’s time we moved shop. Tarkus isn’t stationary.” I replied calmly, sensing that would throw the UnSC off quite a bit. It was hard enough for them to realize Tarkus was our base of operations, but unlike every other planet, Tarkus was also a ship.

“Hopefully the good professor himself managed to unlock the secrets to that map of his, because we’re gonna need it.” Winnie sighed as she got behind me, allowing more of the view of the outside to be clear.

“Fuck yeh, Treasure Planet. Just thinking about it has got my panties soaked.” I licked my chops after a quick swish of my hips and thrust of the chest moved us out of the firing range and I flew us into the small asteroid field the Bebop was hiding in. “Hey, we’re coming in for a landing.” I called ahead and then squeaked when Winnie pressed into my back. “H-hey~. Hold on, we’re going in for a landing. Wait until we’re docked.” I giggled and pressed my ass back.

“Hm, please hurry. I want to spend some time with you~.” Winnie purred and I moaned as her hands kneaded my lower abs and her tail-hands groped my breasts, the massive hands managing to encompass most of the surface of my basketball boobs. “We can call Marcus and the others over as well~.”

“Safety rules, prepare to be ignored~!” I howled and dove into the hangar, practically cramming the Zaku Glaive into a berth, then jumped out of the cockpit with Winnie close behind while the hangar was still closing.

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“That went incredibly smoothly considering we had to send someone to fetch Winnie from an active battlefield.” Visilia commented with approval once the Bebop was enroute to Tarkus.

“I just wish we didn’t have to stay here with the Lantern.” Penta mewled, the two-tailed fused vixen had so badly wanted to go into the fray, but they hadn’t exactly planned for her to fight and she didn’t even have a mobile suit. Not to mention that she didn’t have any Force powers. Neither Urta or Penny were the type suited to the Force.

“How do you think I feel?” Uri muttered unhappily. It was decided that since she wasn’t a professional soldier, that she not be with the landing party.

“You know, now that I think about it: was Brennie stronger than Urta? I mean, as stupid as it sounds, you have to admit that she doesn’t show everything she has at her disposal.” Penta mused, since half of her was Urta and she always believed Brennie was stronger than her.

“Believe it or not, she barely uses anything unless it is necessary. I always thought Urta was stronger than Brennie, but I guess most of us are proven wrong at this point.” Visi sighed and felt ashamed of herself. She shouldn’t be trying to put her husbands and wives against each other like that.

“Hey, to be absolutely fair, despite all our spats, we’ve never actually gone all-out against each other.” Penta shrugged and everyone nodded. “I mean, unless we put actions to words, we won’t know. However, that’s dangerous and irresponsible. We could save that for when we’re done here, but I figure I’m weaker after the Divinity Engine came about. Outside of this dimension, I’ll be a demigod even if Jimbo gives full user access back to me.”

“And I’m disgusted with myself for thinking Brennie needs to relinquish her godly powers. When in reality none of them can do that.” Visilia sneered unpleasantly.

“Well, if anything similar happens in Devorak, it certainly won’t be compulsory. It’d be nice for people like Hunter who suffer from their Aspects to have the load taken off of them, but give the powers back fully when going abroad.” Marcus stated hopefully before the ship’s comm pinged.

“Hey~! Winnie’s about to pound my pussy~! Who else among my waifus and husbandos wants in~?!” Jane announced over the comms and thankfully Jet’s instincts had kicked in quickly enough to cover Ed’s ears while Spike and Faye did the same for Aurora and Ein. This announcement caused an eager tide of lovers to beeline for Jane’s room.

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“Hm, I see. We may need to speed things up. Anyway, thank you for your services. Though you may not have killed her, your full payment will be at the dead drop. We will call upon you when we need you in the future.” The gray stallion hung up and closed his eyes contemplatively. “It would seem the Psionic Scream isn’t enough to deter the Old Gods anymore.”

“To be fair, it only really worked on the ones ruled entirely by their emotions. Thankfully that’s most of them.” A voice from the dark room commented and the stallion hummed with a look towards the specter of Lady Death who manifested with a vicious grin.

“Yes, yes. Your games are ongoing, Lady Death. No matter how you try to stack the deck, your allies are old and unfit for this universe. Reality itself rejects your kind. It isn’t a matter of if, but when they are expunged once and for all. You may be necessary, but the rest can all perish to join you in your halls.” The stallion casually replied. “How is the Divinity Engine coming?”

Lady Death sneered and then vanished. They weren’t the designers of the Divinity Engine. It was the will of the universe itself that it came about. It was the next stage of the Apotheosis of Mortals. All things must die so that new things can live. Not even he or his colleagues were eternal. They could jump from clone to clone and still lose bits of themselves with each iteration, slowly becoming someone new every time. The soul is the same, but the ego must change.

The gods are aberrations in this matter. Even the entities of Chaos are still the same as they ever were because they keep changing everything around them while at the core staying as stagnant as the gods. It was this Truth the Jedi and Sith temples had revealed to them upon coming to Triangulum ahead of their competitors. What gave them the drive to continue what many in the populace already believed. That the gods needed to fall for things to Change.

“I’m a happy fish, fish, fish~.” The single intact Wiatr fairy they had captured sang again.

“Yes, yes you are dear.” The stallion sighed, silently wishing they didn’t need to use the powers of the gods against them. If he voiced it, the air-headed bimbo would actually try and likely hurt herself. “Where is your mother now?”

“She’s that-a-way~!” The stupid slime slut pointed in a seemingly arbitrary direction downward that the advanced navigation system surrounding her containment bubble calculated to point exactly in the direction of the Tarkus System, which confirmed their beliefs that the pirate den was now a full-fledged rebellion base. “She’s super-happy!”

“Good girl. Send a Buster Call to Tarkus. Destroy the planet and everything in the system.” The stallion ordered and all of the unseen participants signed off.

“I want happy time~!” The slime fox fairy sing-songed and he sighed.

“She’s done her job, take her to her handler.” If only he could kill the little bitch.

“Yay~!” The brainless bimbo cheered as a droid took her from the dark chamber.

The stallion closed his eyes and allowed the Dark Side to flow through him once more.