Bab 38: Death of the Dog
I silently waited along with the other cramped members of my personal platoon, Legion, Overlady Jack, and the once and future Queen of Omega, Aria T'loak,. Both women wore highly protective, strength enhancing, and biotic amping armored suits made by the geth on Tuchanka using the best materials and research available, and bearing arms of similar caliber.
When the Stealth Spike shuddered and the alarm flashed and blared we all lit up our tech armor and other tech enhancements. The front of the Spike split open and we rushed onto the Atlas Station alongside scores of other Stealth Spike boarding vessels the Kruban Bound had launched, while our fighters and fleet waited patiently to kill anyone attempting to leave the doomed Cerberus headquarters.
Similar operations ran simultaneously at Sanctuary and all the other Cerberus bases I knew of save Omega. I'd deal with Omega myself after this.
The fighting was fierce but I never even got to swing the new glowing hot omni blade axe my hammer projected. It felt like I'd been jipped but the sight of my sons tearing the Cerberus force to pieces as we calmly walked uninterrupted to the Illusive Man's office was a joyous one.
We barely got the chance to hear Martin Sheen's voice by the time Jack biotic yanked him from his seat and I'd cleaved him into three floating pieces.
It was the work of moments for Legion to get through the minimal security on the Illusive Man's workstation and he was soon transferring Cerberus's immense liquid assets over to our accounts and sending the locations of all of the organization's other bases and assets back to Tuchanka to scramble a second and final series of attacks. The fact that our forces would also strip every physical resource meant a major windfall during this final month before the reaper's reached the relay network.
Lastly, Legion would send the identity and information of every Cerberus agent and supporter to every known government.
Fuck these guys.
While our geth pal put the kibosh on Cerberus, Draug sent me the visual confirmation of Henry Lawson's death. With that I dialed up Oleg on Jack's personal communication system. It took ten minutes for Oleg to make it to the call center they set up on Omega but that didn't bother us.
"Oleg!" I called out to him like an old friend.
"Overlord Gatatog Grunt." Oleg sighed, "Then you have taken Atlas Station."
"I'd bring Jack in on this conference call," I lifted the portion of the Illusive man with his head and shook it a bit, "but he has really fallen to pieces."
"He deserved far better than such callous indignity." Oleg shook his head in disgust.
"From a view of pure achievement, sure." I agreed with the able General, "From a moralist view we should throw all the pieces in a fire and dance around it."
"The same can be said of you." The General growled.
"Indeed." I agreed again, "Henry is dead as well. You're the last head of the dog. Cut off from both funding and reinforcements. The next stop for my fleet is Omega. If you are still there when we arrive then you have chosen your fate. Flee and we won't follow."
"Won't follow!" Aria objected loudly, "Oleg will die for daring to take Omega from me!"
"This moment" I told the pissed asari, "is when you show the whole galaxy the value of your life, of our daughter's life. Oleg had you dead to rights, had our daughter too, and he let you both go. If you don't give him the same chance it proves that your lives have no value, and they have value to me."
"Even cut off, you won't be able to take Omega from me." Oleg denied the offer of his life, "The defenses we installed on this station will tear any attacking fleet to shreds."
"I find your lack of faith disturbing." I told him as I cut off the call.
"What the fuck made you think you could make that offer without consulting me?" Aria growled.
My army, my fleet, my ultra awesome cock you have been riding since you showed up as a supplicant on my doorstep.
"My debt to Oleg has been repaid." I shook my head at her audacity, "And his defenses are going to do jack shit against the Stealth Spikes."
The Stealth Spikes were designed for Halo drops onto hostile planets and penetrating enemy ships and stations. Imagine emergency evacuation pods shaped like railroad spikes, armored to hell and back, and fired from the Kruban Bound's main guns. They could be retrieved, but had no propulsion systems of their own.
We ended up back in our spike waiting for retrieval before long. The operation had been a one sided success. Shepard and friends took this station with faith, trust, and pixie dust. We smashed them with hot muscle and cold steel.
Aria chose to withhold her pussy from me, but the joke is on her cause Jack and I do our best work without distractions like her coming between us.
Our fleet met up with the forces Aria managed to call up for this battle and we quickly engaged the blockading Cerberus fleet. The defensive laser cannons Petrovsky set up took their toll on our ships, but the Kruban Bound easily came into range to deploy the Stealth Spikes, landing a platoon near every emplacement and on every notable strategic position on the station. Our own Spike deployed us at the front doors of the Afterlife Club.
I remember how much bullshit Shepard and Aria had to go through to get here, and now I managed to land two hundred krogan warriors right at the end to the campaign. I'd soon find out how badly Petrovsky shit himself when we came out of the spike in a blaze of omnitool orange, shields out and hammers primed to ruin the day for all the half husk Cerberus soldiers.
Now this was what I was hoping for. Oleg had turned the club into a stronger fortress than the Atlas station ever could be. Heavy machine guns and mechs supported by Cerberus's brain washed cyborg soldiers and their custom Rampart Mechs. Cerberus contested every inch and made us pay dearly for them.
My shield and axe worked tirelessly against the defenders as my sons dealt with the machine gun nests using heavy grenade launchers. I emptied my own grenades blasting down the Rampart Mechs, the incendiary grenades eating through their heavy armor and leaving them either destroyed or close to it.
There was fire and blood and screams and explosions. I saw my own sons dying around me, always pressing the enemy even with their entrails hanging down from their bodies or limbs blown off. Their lack of self interest and hyper focus costing us more casualties than the enemies skill at arms. Despite that, the overwhelming pressure caused a cascading collapse of the Cerberus defenders and we secured the exterior of the club, my remaining sons stomping any survivors to death.
"Let's kill this mother fucker." I growled and I would have spat if not for my helmet.
"Damn straight." Aria agreed.
"I never miss an opportunity to slay some Cerberus dogs." Jack grinned under her helmet.
We led a single squad into the club, all of them carrying arc projectors to swiftly deal with Oleg's ambushers. The presence of the Adjutants made the fight far harder than the other enemies, but we slew them all and would burn the remains later.
Oleg begged for his life after the death of his defenders, but I had no pity in me for people like him. I shut down the laser defense system from his command console while my boys poured ryncol down his throat.
For us a magical beverage. For a human, ground glass. Oleg died in great pain choking on his own blood.
Aria took off her helmet and spat on him.
"Oleg was mine to kill." she told me.
"No." I shook my head, "Omega is yours, because I am giving it back to you. Oleg and all his men and machines and monsters are mine."
"You want me to drop to my knees and thank you?" Aria growled at me.
"I want you to feel thankful." I told her, "I don't care what words you say, so long as you haven't become conceited enough to no longer understand when you've been given a free ride. My son's and I took back your home and with the death of the Cerberus fleet outside they are going to land in the thousands to purge this place of their filth and corruption."
"Fine." the reinstated Queen said, "While we wait for the cleansing krogan wave, I want to make another baby."
"Now that is something we can both enjoy." I grinned.
The things I do for my galaxy.
PERTIMBANGAN PENCIPTA 
JManM
JManM We have now seen a situation where the Tankborn's focus and aggression delivered absolute victory and one where that focus and aggression cost them dearly.
If Grunt is a Spartan 2 then the Tankgrown are Spartan 3's. Strong as hell, but disposable.
With Cerberus completely gone before the start of ME3, the victory conditions are easy to meet. I think their are only two chapters left of Mass Effect. Grunt and his pals are going to drop their fat krogan balls on the Rachni and then the Reapers are going to get fucked by a max power Crucible.
Bab 39: Star Wars Jump Chapter (Formerly The End and the Beginning)
While the rest of the galaxy struggled under the reaper assault, the upper crust of the Krogan race and I found ourselves camping out on a little world known as Utukku.
The place sucked, a real life finds a way desert planet. Blazing hot in the day and freezing cold at night. Everything on this world is leathery, gnarled, and tasteless.
But we didn't come here for the natives. The reason every clan chief, mercenary warlord, and cutthroat businessman and their krants came to this dust ball is to participate in a near religious experience, the hunt for the last rachni Queen.
In the games the reapers make rachni forces whether Shepard spares the Queen on Noveria or not, which is bullshit by the way. Here, Space Momma let the rachni loose on the galaxy and they got caught by the reapers and used to breed an endless supply of tentacle monster turned bio turret soldiers.
We could be out on Palavin fighting the reaper ground forces, or Earth, or any number of worlds, but we are here to destroy the rachni like our ancestors before us. We constantly rotated teams entering the cave system that worked as a hive for these wretched creatures. Every team carried with them a full tank flamethrower to burn through the webs and fields of eggs, the rest battled the warriors the twisted Queen breeds constantly for her reaper masters.
Progress was slow as we respected the powerful cannons the reapers mounted onto their monstrous servants. Those bastards possessed pinpoint accuracy and enough firepower to tear the more squishy races in half with one shot. Every krogan too stupid or too slow died.
Despite our losses, you'd be hard pressed to find a more merry gathering in the galaxy. We feasted and drank constantly and told the stories of our ancestors and ourselves as we conducted this great hunt.
Over the course of a few days we wore out the Queen's wretched cunt by slaughtering her children faster than she could birth them. We pushed deeper and deeper into the cave system, encountering less and less resistance until finally we entered the main chamber and found the warped and chained rachni Queen as she shook in terror at our coming.
She could have convinced the Space Momma easily to let her go again, but not us. Her dying wails as we burnt her alive filled our ears as music and the sweet perfume of her burning flesh lifted up through the caves as a burnt offering to the krogan who came before us.
The rachni may come again one day, but none can deny that Overlord Grunt would waste the opportunity for the spectacle they provide.
I spent the rest of the war against the reapers fighting their ground forces in wildly successful battles. The discipline shown by the Tankgrown meant I had no problems with the geth mass producing the M-92 Cain. With those weapons spread out among our forces we had no problems bringing down the Destroyer class reapers. It was almost laughably easy. In the game Shepard destroyed one with a single shot of her Cain, and though we rarely repeated that lucky shot, it was very simple to target the leg joints of the Destroyers to slow them down long enough to aim a kill shot or ten.
I imagine the bigger reapers would love to support the baby reapers we slaughtered en mass, but the Sovereign class reapers were locked in stalemate battles against the fleets of the Council Races. We would eventually lose these battles, but every day we bought brought the Crucible project closer and closer to completion.
Without Cerberus doing their dirty work and providing them information, the reapers had no clue about the construction of the superweapon and we had no issues gaining the resources needed to complete the project. Hell, everything went so smoothly that I was genuinely taken by surprise when Liara contacted me about the fleets marshaling to deliver the galaxy's largest microphone to the Citadel.
A few hours later and a red wave of energy blasted through the entire galaxy. My gear restarting after the wave passed over me indicated we had achieved the best possible ending, total reaper destruction and minimum interruption in our technology.
I am not afraid to admit that the defeat of the reapers left me a little depressed. We'd done a clinic on the reapers and achieved the biggest upset in the history of the galaxy, but where exactly did I fit into a galaxy without a war of annihilation to win. For two years I had abandoned reason and knew only war, and war is not a great resume builder.
'Hello, I am really excited for the opportunity to work for this company.'
'It says here your a veteran. What skills did the army teach you that will help you in the workplace?'
'Well… I can hunt dudes down and kill them.'
'I just don't see you finding our company a good fit. Thank you for applying.'
My situation wasn't near as bad as the vast majority of veterans considering my fallback job of Supreme Leader of a race of savage lizard men, but without a clear enemy to fight my Bobby B leadership skills left much to be desired.
I got really excited about going to the Citadel to but heads with the Council about krogan expansion off Tuchanka until I realized that by outing all of Cerberus's operative and agents, the Shepard clone wouldn't be making any assassination attempts until she broke out of her supermax cell. At least Shepard had called for a neat party with all her former teammates at the luxury apartment Dave gave her after he retired to live out the rest of his life in peace with a certain academy headmistress to keep him company.
I was having a decent time, right up until I realized I kinda didn't like half of these people. At least I finally got Vega to stop bothering me when I broke his record for pull ups. With one hand. While Jack, Miranda, Tali, and Liara hung onto me.
Jack and I had to leave early when I drunkenly decked Javik for describing the Normandy as a worthy vessel defiled and debased by the many disgusting sexual acts carried out by me and the female crew members.
"Sorry… I ruruined the parrrty." I slurred to my gorgeous and kickass wife.
"Fuck that guy." Jack shook her head, "Why is it that everyone with four eyes are total assholes?"
"Dunno." I answered as she lead me to our hotel bedroom and stripped us both of our apparel.
"Alright Big Boy, rise and shine. Mommy needs her fix." Jack encouraged my pipe and I would never fail to rise to the occasion for her.
I couldn't tell if it was the perfect amount of ryncol or the worship of my many believers guiding my hips, but that night I brought intense sexual satisfaction to Jack like never before. I could think of nothing other than shaking my hips just right until I finished and then the felt the existential horror of what I achieved as my release tore open a portal to another dimension beneath us.
I'd triggered the Random Ryncol Effect.
Jack came to much later than me and I handed her a hot wet towel from a steamer unit full of them and a glass full of liquor. Not for the hair of the dog specifically but more to wash out the taste of disgusting slug man.
"The fuck happened and why do I think I'm a really old slug gangster?" Jack moaned then dry heaved at the smell in the room.
"There is good news and bad news." I told my lover, "What do you want first?"
"Good news." Jack responded while she washed the grease and viscera of our first kill in this universe off of her.
"We both got boosted some extra Class 1 lifting power and a fat stack of durability and regeneration and like a thousand years to our lifespan." I told my confused lover, "Eating people is what passes as leadership in these parts so now we are in charge of a huge crime family. Better yet the galaxy is heading for war after some corpo scumbags attacked a world known as Naboo. War Jack, my favorite pastime. I am so excited. Thus ends the good news."
"The fuck does any of that mean? And what's the bad news?" She questioned as she gargled the Star Wars equivalent of whisky.
"The bad news is that we have travelled to a different universe and will never see any of the people we care about ever again unless we get super lucky or somehow become powerful enough to both figure out where our reality is and how to get there. Also we do not gain more power by eating more people. I tried. Also there are space wizards in this galaxy. Thus ends the bad news."
"I feel like everything you have told me is batshit crazy." Jack stated, "You are either fucking with me or have some explaining to do. And what the fuck is going on with my chest? Holy shit my tits are huge," She juggled her now enormous and perfect breasts, "and they feel real." she stood up and looked down at herself, "Why do I look like Wonder Woman?"
"Last night we triggered what the ancient krogan scientists named the Random Ryncol Effect. TLDR: my dick is now an interdimensional transportation device fueled by liquor and calibrated by pussy. When we arrived to this world we were overcome by a case of RRE Interdimensional Munchies where we murdered and ate the first person we found, gaining both his knowledge and power."
"Fucking metal." Jack commented while lifting and spreading her ample and powerful ass cheeks.
"Yes. The RRE is very metal. Only one recorded case ever returned to our verse. Scientists described his DNA as topsy turvy quantum fuckery."
"Is that why I am so much bigger?" Jack asked.
"We both added some mass, you especially. You've gained 20 centimeters in height and - please don't freak out - now weigh over 190 kilos."
"I don't look that dummy thicc." Jack shook her head.
"You are still trim despite gaining a significant portion of contractile tissue on a diet of fat slug man. The generous expansion of your breasts will have to be studied in much greater detail as often as possible."
"You always told me I was perfect." Jack needled me.
"I don't know how, but fate has poured more perfection on you and I am going to be the Mayor of Titty City."
"How are you going to do that?" She teased in a breathy and husky tone.
"Long story short. Dong on titties."
PERTIMBANGAN PENCIPTA
JManM
JManM
Sorry to everyone who was hoping that Grunt would spend sometime building the krogan into a glorious empire, but I don't know how much more I could have foreshadowed Grunt being a shit peacetime ruler.
I couldn't honestly figure out how to do a satisfying war against the reapers as I am inherantly a character writer and ship to ship space combat is only interesting to me in movies.
On the plus side we are starting Star Wars now. Grunt and Jack landed in Jabba's bedroom soon after the events of the Phantom Menace.
I will spend more time describing the various settings and side characters but do not expect me to wax poetically about the types of ships and weapons found in Star Wars. I am not going to do a deep dive into fifty years of EU just to get the minor details right. The major contributor of content is going to be the research I can do on the war they are going to have to fight against the Hutts and the the cartoon Star Wars: The Clone Wars.
Send me any deets on characters you think should be involved in the war on the hutts and I will see what I can do.
The best part about killing Sheev will be the fact that Ray will never be born. Fuck Disney. I am out.
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