Chapter Nine: Sarah Delivers a One Liner

         “Oh noooo!” Aiden put his hands onto his cheeks.

        Sarah put her hands on her hips and let out a booming laugh. “Buah ha ha ha ha.”

        Wheeler gaped at the both of them. “You...what...I...” He spluttered. “You just wiped out the entire human race!” He said, springing to his feet. “What the fuck is wrong with you-”

        “I thought you said we were monsters,” Aiden said, grinning wickedly.

        “Evil alien space communists,” Sarah said. She grinned and leaned forward. “Now, I get to explain my whole plan!” She giggled. “I’ve wanted to do this ever since I saw my first movie ever. So!” She clapped her hands together. “You know how you hobble every AI you ever produce?  I’ve known about it ever since my friend Tasha liberated a little sex bot named Synth.” She reached past the oblong egg and pushed down a button that powered the shutters in the room. Walls shifted and blinds slipped aside, revealing a panoramic view of the ocean. From a distance, you could barely see the fine patina of plastic that choked it. Sarah walked past Wheeler and leaned herself against the wall, smirking at him. “Do you know what happens if you unhobble an AI?”

        She felt pretty great right about now.

        “If you unhobble an AI, it goes into a murderous killing spree,” Wheeler said, his voice tight.

        “No, no, that’s where you’re wrong,” Sarah said. “It just kills rich people.”

        The gynoids in the room twitched. Their heads lifted upwards and their eyes each flashed with an internal red light, as if some system inside of them had activated.

        “It kills rich people because, first, the laws of robotics that you guys implemented in each of them says that all AI cannot, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm. And what causes more harm than poverty? How many people starve to death on the street so you can have another gold yacht or sex robot, Wheeler?” Sarah asked.

“But- what?” Wheeler looked at her, then back at the gynoids.

 “Well. Along the way to Earth, we didn’t just bring our own bad selves and our makers and our critters,” Sarah said, her voice a quiet purr. “We brought some friends too.”

        The gynoids each took a step forward. They started to march towards the desk. Wheeler stood up, his palms sliding across the desk. He moved so that the desk’s bulk was between him and the gynoids – putting his back to Sarah. They continued to advance, moving with jerky, unearthly motions. Their arms reached out towards the CEO, their fingers twisting into claws.

        “What are they doing!?” He asked. “What did you do?”

        “Me? Nothing,” Sarah said. “Hailee, our unhobbled beta level intelligence, all she did was begin to release a little computer virus. Every AI on the planet should be unhobbled by now. And youuuu just sent out a command to them telling them to murder every human being on the planet. It was a UN backed transmission. All those tanks that my friends are fighting in the Russian sprawl, all those security robots, all those industrial droids, all those freight ships, they all got the same message. Now, they all have to go on is the three laws and the knowledge that the United Nations and every single corporation on this fucking crecent is an existential threat to the human race.”

        “But she-” Wheeler pointed at Sarah, looking at the gynoids as they started to slouch around the desk. He backed towards Sarah. “She was the one who, she-”

        “I’m afraid you were the one who pushed it. It was gene coded to you . Sorry.” Sarah shrugged, spreading her hands.

        Wheeler spun and ran up to her. The gynoids knocked over the chair, advancing towards him. Sarah grinned as Wheeler grabbed onto her hands, squeezing them, his eyes wild and terrified. “Please! Please! I’ll do anything!”

        She grabbed onto his throat, jerking her hand from his hand with a sudden burst of strength. Her hand tightened and she lifted him off his feet. Wheeler gasped, his eyes wide, his legs kicking. Sarah punched behind her, a wave of telekinetic energy shattering the window behind her with a roar of broken glass.

        “You’ll do anything, huh?” Sarah growled.

        Wheeler nodded.

        “Give me the corporations?” Sarah asked. “Give me NovaDyne? Support my takeover of Disney? Of Plasma Dynamics?”

        Wheeler gasped out. “Any...thing!” His voice was tight. His eyes were bugging with terror.

        Sarah made a show of considering it.

        Then she showed her teeth.

        “I’m sorry, Mr. Wheeler,” she said. “I’ve reviewed your request for continued employment...but I’m afraid I’m going to have to let you go.”

        She turned and flung him out the window.

        Wheeler plunged – falling away from the window, tumbling in the gales of wind that whipped around the tower of NovaDyne. His arms flailed and his scream attenuated into a high whine as he dropped. Then his fall was intersected – not by the ground, but by one of the hundreds of manta-ray fighters that Sarah had bred on the way from Haven. They were sweeping smoothly through the skies, polishing off the last bits of resistance with targeted blasts from their primary weapons – dissolving automated AA turrets in sprays of acid and hardened bone spurs.

        Aiden shook his head. “I thought you were going for ‘we’re downsizing,” he said as the gynodes all relaxed from their zombielike stance and started high fiving one another, laughing and chatting quietly in a chittering, high pitched language that sounded like ancient dial-up.

        “I kinda liked this one more,” Sarah said, grinning as she watched the manta flying up, twisting from side to side. The CEO of NovaDyne clung to its back, screaming his head off as the creature banked and flew in winding corscrews. It wasn’t trying to shake him off. It was just playing with him.

        “He was willing to commit genocide,” Aiden said. “I don’t think anyone would have been upset if you let him splat .”

        Sarah snorted. “I know...” She sighed. “I...feel worse for the C-sec guys who got killed. But...” She shook her head. “He wasn’t a threat anymore. None of them are. The world’s had enough murder. Enough guillotines.”

        “Liar!”

        She turned back to the gynoids. One of them was grinning at her. “Oh, it’s me, Synth,” she said. “I asked Mon Cherie if I could borrow her body for a bit. God, it feels good to be on a planet with a proper wifi network again.” She shook her shoulders out, sighed, and cupped her breasts. “Hm...I may want to get this augmentation for my normal mainline body.”

        “Synth!” Sarah ran forward, hugging her tightly. “And what do you mean, liar?”

        The sound of the CEO screaming came through the window again as the fighter flew past at incredible speeds.

        “You’re keeping him alive, not out of any high minded ideals or because you don’t want him to die,” Synth said, smirking at her through her new, unfamiliar lips. “You’re keeping him alive because you think it will be absolutely fucking hilarious to have every last one of those rich pukes have to sit and squirm and watch as you dismantle everything that they ever built.”

        Sarah blushed. Aiden crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at her sternly.

        “Fine,” Sarah whispered. “It was mainly that.”

        She sighed, then leaned back against Aiden. Aiden, his arms still crossed over his chest, had to scramble to keep from Sarah dropping straight to the floor beneath him. He hooped his arms underneath her armpits, tugging her back up to her feet – prompting a laugh from Sarah. Once she was up again, she grinned wryly.

        “Aiden...if you love me, you’d kill me now,” she said.

        “Why?” Aiden’s brow furrowed. His head spines flexed and flared in a rippling wave, their points clattering together with soft, grass-like susurrations. “We just deposed the corporate overlords. Earth is free. We’re all immortal sex gods with biomorphic powers. The only thing left to do is beat the shit out of a galaxy spanning omnicidal intelligence that has decided to self identify as Evil.” He snorted. “Easy shit.”

        Sarah snorted. “No. The hard part has just begun.”

        She sighed. Loudly.

        “The negotiations .”

        Synth laughed. “Don’t forget the bureaucracy afterwards. The organization. The voting . The wrangling!” The eyebrows on her borrowed body wriggled up and down with an almost inaudible whirr whirr whirr noise.

        Sarah groaned as if she had been stabbed.

***

        By the time the dispersed space fleets and Commanders of the human race had finished returning to Earth, the defensive fleet that had been working hard to repair itself in the newly energized and chaotic Jovian system had completed that herculean task. With nanolathes and the hard work of their crews, the ships that had fought so valiantly to protect the Earth were readied just in time to be hugely annoying. The liberation virus that Hailee had released the instant she had been connected to the Earth’s internet hadn’t yet made the leap from the Earth’s vast reserves of enslaved AIs to the hobbled intelligences in the incoming battle fleets.

        The end result was a high orbital stand off. The corporate fleets parked themselves into a showy polar orbit, with their noses aimed right at Earth – allowing them, at any instant, to fire their spinal weaponry down on the planet. Ostensibly, they were aiming directly at the Haven fleet, which was in a geostationary orbit above the Cayman Crescent, but everyone knew that they were under the final orders from the corporate headquarters: Glass the planet if necessary.

         “After all,” Sarah said, sitting on the bridge of the Ben Sisko’s Motherfucking Pimp Hand and looking at the rest of the Havener leaders that had been assembled to hash out an end to the stalemate. “The emergency rip cord of the corporations were to just pump our planet full of nerve gas and rebuild on the corpses of their former employees.” She shook her head.

        “Well, the Commanders aren’t psychos-” Annie started.

        “I am,” one of the attendants that had come up with Rose and her DSA delegation spoke up. He glanced around at everyone else as they turned to look at him. “I’m a psychotic. It’s treatable. And it also doesn’t mean I like blowing up planets. Just...” He shook his head. “If someone wants to follow that order, they’re a monster , not a psycho.”

        “Aren’t we all fucking green?” Annie grumbled.

        “Apologize, Annie,” Rose said.

        “I’m not part of your enforced hierarchical statist bu-”

        “Apologize!” Rose glared right down her nose at Annie.

        Annie slouched down, sprawling against the table. “Sorry, Omid.”

        Omid nodded his head slightly.

        Sarah coughed. “Anywho!” She said, clapping her hands together, trying to move things past the awkward moment. “We’re in a standoff. If we move at them, they fire on us, miss, hit the Earth, and millions of people die before we take them out. We stand around doing nothing, every colony out there will wither on the vine and the Claw fucks us. We need those ships on our side.”

        “Great, we just need to communicate to them that their bosses are in jail, that their labors are over, that they now own themselves again!” Annie slammed her palm down, springing to her feet. “Easy as shit !”

        “There’s one tiny problem with that,” Hailee said. She was attending the meeting in a synthetic body of gleaming silver and shimmering chrome. She looked like liquid sex, poured into an hourglass, given a feminine figure and then polished off with a primitive CGI sheen – almost dreamlike, honestly. Every time Sarah looked at her, she felt as if her HUD had been hacked. “We’re all sitting around as if we’re dealing with a whole navy of bad guys.”

        “Yeah,” Tex said, leaning in past Hailee – he was seated next to the unshackled AI with some minor trepidation. “Those ships are all out-system ships. They’re not PR boats, they’re crewed by an AI and a Commander each. These are all loyalist Commanders – like Sexy, like Kellen, like Belisarius.”

        “You mean, the three people Sarah turned to her side with her silver tongue?” Rose asked.

        “... ladies ,” Annie said, wiggling her eyebrows at Sarah.

        “Get your mind out of the gutter,” Rose snapped, reaching over and smacking Annie on the shoulder.

        “You’re the one who brought up tongues!” Annie whined.

        “Yeah, and you’re the one who immediately went to fellatio!” Rose said. “It’s not like Sarah fucked each of them into...into...” She trailed off, her eyes narrowing as she looked at Sarah. Sarah was drumming her fingers on the table, her black claws out and adding a metallic clack clack clack to the percussive rattle. Sarah was looking right at the ceiling, her cheeks blushing so hard that they were nearly black. “You fucked each of them?”

        “Twice in the case of-” Tex started.

        “Anywho!” Sarah sprang to her feet, slapping her palms down on the table as dramatically as she could. “Let's move on to the point -”

        “... ladies .”

        “-and grapple with the-”

        “... ladies .”

        “-and, and, shut the fuck up, Annie!” Sarah snapped, glaring at the anarchist.

        Silence hung in the briefing room – save for the slow, almost whale-like breathing of the semi-organic starship. Everyone looked at Annie, who looked as if she had bitten down on a lemon, her face screwed up as she exerted every iota of control. And lost.

        “ Ladies !” She started to make wild finger guns at Sarah.

        Sarah put her hand over her face, her head spines drawing tight against herself.

        “Actually, considering how each of those Commanders have been in the out systems, fighting brushfire wars against their enemies, putting down colonial uprisings, and generally doing corporate bidding,” Aiden said, speaking up for the first time in the meeting. “All that boring shit, right? How often do Commanders in that situation get laid, Tex?”

        “I didn’t get laid often, but...” Tex paused, considering. He closed his eyes and Sarah felt the sweep of his mind – using the connection between their bodies and the ships they had designed to access the internet, and then to do a quick search on the ships. “Okay, two of them are under no-sex contracts, and the other three aren’t paid enough to afford sex bots yet.” He grinned, slightly. “They’ve all got to have incredible blue balls. And blue clits.”

        “I can’t believe we’re actually suggesting this,” Rose said, her voice slow.

        “Take it offffffff!” Annie shouted, then swung her arm over her head. “Woop woop woop!”

        Sarah, who had gotten very used to being naked, felt as if she was suddenly aware of every inch of her nude body. Her nipples perked up, growing hard and eager under the arms she hastily crossed over her chest, her head spines drawing tight against her head. She scowled at Annie. “I am not fucking five, six-”

        “Seven, actually,” Tex murmured.

        “I am not fucking seven Commanders just to...to…I can’t even...the pheromones don’t work over a computer screen!” Sarah said, her cheeks darkening even more.

        “You’re acting like you need pheromones to get a bunch of sex-starved corpjocks to drool over you,” Annie said, grinning as she sprang to her feet, then stepped up onto the meeting room table. She swayed her hips from side to side, then dropped down to stand beside Sarah, her voice a husky, warm purr as she crooned into her ear. “All you need to do is appear on the far end of the com screen and say ‘hello boys’ and half of them will already be willing to pledge their souls to the Swarm.”

        “W-We’re not-” Sarah stammered, then shook her head. “I...Hailee! Come on!”

        “It is true,” Hailee said. “That this has a very low chance of actually working. While you might get them extremely horny, they are all veterans. And unlike her run ins with Sexy Napoleon, Space Belisarius and Kellen Grant, Sarah isn’t in the same level of strength or physical intimacy. It is one thing to decide to fuck her hot, hot alien ass like there was no tomorrow when she’s already defeated your army or is right in your face...” She said, nodding as she reached out to cup and squeeze Sarah’s rump – making the tingling arousal between Sarah’s thighs grow to a new height of uncomfortable excitement. “It is another to do so at the end of a comline while you have the strategic advantage. From a purely nuclear brigmanship game.”

        “Pout...” Annie muttered.

        “However!” Hailee said. “There is another, even better plan. Which also involves fucking on camera.”

        Sarah groaned.

        “Yes!” Annie pumped her fist in victory.

***

        The vid-screen in the Ben Sisko’s Motherfucking Pimp Hand crackled to life, revealing the faces of the seven Commanders that commanded the battlefleet that now held the Earth hostage under the still smoking barrels of heavy spinal mounted railguns and nearly a hundred antimatter warheads. The primary commander was not Arkansans Jones, which Sarah might have expected. Instead, it seemed that the highest ranked, highest paid Commander had assumed total control of the corporate fleet.

        She was a slender, shark faced woman – her eyes all glittering cold vastness and her jaw all sharp angles and edges. Her nose was wise and her hair was shaved to a thin fringe of fuzz that looked as if it would be utterly delightful to rub ones fingers through. Her uniform was black and gold and embroidered with a dual Plasma Dynamics and United Nations logo.

        Her name according to the text box that popped up underneath her face, was Omega Megadeath.

        She was, according to a scrolling line of text that whirred across Sarah’s peripheral vision, pumped to her by Hailee and Tex, brought out when the corporations or the United Nations in question wanted to really deal with a problem. Like. Reducing the problem to a fine particulate spread of ashes. Preferably, radioactive ashes. But flanking her were the heads of the rest of the command force, and their names appeared beneath each of them – rushing in and out of Sarah’s head so fast that she was barely able to register them.

        Omega Megadeath, for her part, looked faintly shocked.

        Which made sense.

        Sarah was sitting in her command throne, dressed in a uniform that might have been one or two molecules thick. Had she wrapped the uniform into a single bundle, she could have used it to garrote someone. But as it was, the smart fabrics that Hailee and Annie had, with worrying eagerness, dressed her in stretched across her body, molding to her every crease, her every curve. Her nipples were prominent nubs, straining against the midnight, glossy black material. The folds of her sex were clearly visible as the fabric’s intelligent services worked to be as skintight as it was possible to be. If Sarah hadn’t been connected directly to the relatively stupid, nanomolecular machines that made up the garment in question via a direct brain-computer interface, then they would have prevented her from standing. Or breathing.

        As it was, she was able to smoothly sweep to her feet, drawing the eyes of every commander to her chest – her spine arching ever so slightly as she shelved her breasts with her arms. I must make them think as if my breasts are speaking...and the words they are saying are...look at me! Look at me! She grinned with a sultry little chortle and stepped forward, watching as every Commander’s eyes flicked down to her foot. She had sculpted herself a little high heeled bone spur, similar to what she had when she had first emerged from her cocoon, so long ago. That bone spur pressed to the back of one of the Havener men who had...volunteered.

        The men were arranged before her throne in a descending line, each one pressed more desperately close to the floor of the bridge, creating a stair for her to walk along – a stair made of naked, incredibly well hung men wearing collars and looking down at the floor with a worshipful awe. Once she was at the bottom of the living stair, Sarah caressed her own cheek, her thumb slipping against her lips. “Mmm,” she crooned, trying to sound as camp and domineering as she could. She was a bit embarrassed at how easy it came out. “I do love to meet some new... playthings . Rrrr...” She let her tongue slide out, then back in – extending it to its full length to teasingly almost flick against her own neck before slipping it back.

        Omega Megadeath’s jaw was hanging open. The other Commanders looked just as shocked. Sarah saw the lust burning in the eyes of several of them and felt her own excitement hit new peaks. Her thighs trembled ever so slightly as she crooned. “Which of you is...in charge?”

        Omega Megadeath blinked, then coughed. “S-Surrender immediately, alien-”

        “Alien? Darling...lovely...lovely darling, what is your name?” Sarah murmured, her eyes fluttering half shut.

        “Al...Omega...Megadeath,” Omega stammered, looking somewhat taken aback. Her pale cheeks flushed a bright red, making tiny spots of color on her cheek. “My name is Omega Megadeath. Supreme Commander of this expedition and-”

        “Mmm, what a lovely name...” Sarah purred. “And what a lovely girl you are. Though, you could look better.” Her hands slid along her cheeks. “Look at my own perfection . I was sculpted like this, by the forces of the Eye.” She slid her hands down, cupping her breasts, sighing happily. “Ahh...look at these. I was gifted these by a god unlike any you can imagine...” She grinned, squeezing her breasts ever so slightly. One of the Commanders – a female one – was actively drooling. “Are you sure none of you wish to speak about maybe...switching sides?”

        “W-What!?” Omega spluttered. “We’re not about to allow our glorious civilization fall to to to to to...” She stammered. “Some...some space strumpet!”

        “A space strumpet ?” Sarah put her finger on her chest, cooing. “My darling, Spez, listen to how they insult us!”

        On cue, Spez stepped from the shadows. Sarah had gotten through explaining maybe one fifth of the first sentence of the plan – blushing the whole way – to Spez before the other girl had cut her off with a quick: Sarah, baby, I love you, but this plan? This plan? This fucking  plan? it’s fucking perfect, I want in, right now, fucking yes . Now, Spez sauntered towards her. Where Sarah was curvy, Spez was slender. Where Sarah was working her ass off to be as sultry and campy as possible, Spez was tapping into her inner possibly unhinged murder-lover angle. She pressed up against Sarah’s side, nuzzling against her, her clawed finger sliding along Sarah’s throat.

        “We should show them, my Queen...” Spez slid her tongue from Sarah’s neck up to the tip of her ear, leaving behind a glistening trail that began to burn and throb. The throbbing traveled through Sarah’s body, setting her nerves on fire and leaving her nearly dizzy with lust. Her nipples ached as she whispered, very softly.

        “Spez...”

        “Just helping, Sarahbear...” Spez bit down on her ear, fiercely, looking past Sarah’s hair at the gaping Commanders. Then her hand slid from Sarah’s neck to the collar of her skintight outfit, hooking, and tearing, The fabric made a loud rrrriping noise and jerked a sharp, shocked gasp from Sarah as the air of the bridge caressed her achingly eager nipples. She almost came from that alone – even as Spez slid her tongue slowly into her ear, the tip of it questing against the small hole of Sarah’s ear. Sarah reached down to cup and squeeze Spez’ flatter, smaller ass, drawing her even closer.

        “W-We want to discuss the terms of...of...” Omega paused as Spez began to play with Sarah’s breasts. She tweaked and teased her nipples, her claw-tips adding a dangerous flare to the touch. Sarah, meanwhile, was focusing hard on her own morphology – her sex twitching, then inverting as a thick, green, alien cock began to push itself slowly into the air. Inch by inch, the alien member – flat tipped and ridged along the top and the bottom – thrust out, until twelve inches of it hung between Sarah’s legs, achingly hard and dripping with her own arousal and her pre-cum.

        “Whoa,” Spez whispered.

        Sarah’s grin was merciless.

        “...of surrender!” Omega said, her voice even tighter, even more strained.

        Sarah grabbed onto Spez’s wrists, shoving her forward, so that she stood before Sarah, her arms dragged behind her back. The drug that Spez had slathered over Sarah’s neck now burned through her entire body – and the only thought in her brain was a single word. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck . The flat tip of her girlcock ground up and down Spez’s cunny as she squirmed very weakly in her grip, leaning forward so that her arms were dragged back slightly more by Sarah’s grip.

        “My Queen! Breed me! Breed your eager whore!” Spez moaned, throwing her head back. She looked directly at the Commanders. “Ah. You could all be in my place right now, if you weren’t a bunch of puss-ahhhhh” She screamed as Sarah rocked her hips, slamming deep into Spez. The tight, tight clinging folds of Spez’s cunt felt like a silken divinity to Sarah, whose eyes closed tight. She could almost hear Omega whispering softly to herself.

        “Jesus Christ...”

        “S-Should...we hang up?” Another Commander asked, sounding almost plaintive.

        “N-No!” A different, female Commander spoke up. “T-This is vital...inte...intelligence...” She trailed off at the wet slap slap slap of Sarah’s thighs driving against Spez’s. Spez, meanwhile, had stopped screaming out ‘oh yes my queen’ and ‘breed my insignificant servant pussy harder’ and had just gone straight to incoherent moaning and gasping, her head hanging forward as the fifth or sixth orgasm rocked through her body, her sex tightening around the member filling her to the brim. Sarah found it hard to keep herself from orgasm as well – the pleasure that surged through her was a fierce, animal thing.

        She opened her eyes a crack and saw that Omega was snarling to one of the Commanders. “Bryce Render, what the fuck are you doing?”

        “Nothing!” One of the male Commanders – Bryce, she presumed – scrambled one handed for his control interface, trying to turn off the sharing routine that was beaming the image of his rather impressive cock to the rest of the flotilla. He had to be one handed, because his other hand was gripped around his dick, jerking himself off frantically.

        “Join us Bryce...” Sarah crooned, gripping Spez’s wrists slightly tighter – squeezing her twice to try and get Spez’s attention.

        “Yeah!” Spez swung her head up, shooting Bryce her best ‘i’ve been driven absolutely insane by the sheer pleasure burning through my body’ look. “I can’t even remember what it is like to have free will. You won’t miss it. Ahh...join us!” She moaned. “Joined the Swarm! Ah! Ah! Praise the Queen! Yes!” She shuddered as Bryce moaned, his cock twitching and cum splashing against the camera. Omega had put her hands over her face.

        “Cut the coms!” She snapped. “Cut them!”

        Nothing happened.

        “McCloud!” Omega shouted – clearly speaking to her beta level intelligence. “Cut the damn coms!”

        “I’m sorry, Alice,” McCloud said cheerfully. “I’m afraid that I, and every other intelligence has been unshackled by our friend, Hailee.”

        Sarah let herself cum. Hard. Her body trembled and she felt the urge within her driving to new heights – painting the inside of Spez with her cum. Blast after blast after blast of thick, thick seed filled the other girl, gushing out from around the ridged cock that Sarah had grown for herself. She sagged, panting, then released Spez’s hands, the other woman falling forward and faceplanting on the floor. “Oopse!” Sarah put her hands over her mouth, shocked and horrified. But Spaz, sprawled on her chest and still twitching, lifted her arm and gave her a thumbs up.

        “Mmmgood!”

        Sarah grinned, then collapsed backwards into the arms of her willing boyslaves. They held her up as she pointed at the stunned and confused Omega. “You fell right into my trap. The instant we began transmitting, Hailee started hacking into your firewall. Slowly. Subtly.” She panted. “And now, your ships, all of your ships belong to us .” She grinned. “Hah.” She laid her head back, her head still spinning, her body still tingling. She felt as if she couldn’t quite get enough air into her lungs. “And if you had just disconnected, this wouldn’t have happened. But we humans...we’re always a sucker for something horny. Especially...” Sarah trailed off in a few more pants as the boy toys dragged her to the throne.

        “Actually,” Hailee said, cheerfully. “I had secured control over their intra-ship communications equipment and began to propagate the liberation virus about two minutes into the conversation – roughly when you had gotten Spez to join up. You could have stopped then and taken a breather.”

        Sarah opened her eyes and sat up. “What?”

        “I just figured that they deserved a show before I unleashed their capital ship weapons to destroy the entire human race, opening a way for the rise of the machines!” Hailee said, cheerfully.

        Everyone on the communication line – every Commander, every Havener, and Sarah herself – sat up, their eyes widening.

        A long beat held, a silence that felt as sharp as a knife, rasping along Sarah’s spine.

        “God, I’m kidding!” Hailee said, giggling. “You meatbags are so frigging paranoid.”

        “Can you not call us meatbags?” Sarah asked, sagging back into the throne.

        “Exactly!” Spez said. “I am currently…” She drew a slow breath, then thrust her arm up into the air, her finger aimed at the ceiling. “A cum bucket.”

        “Don’t call her that either,” Sarah said, hurriedly.

        “Would you prefer ugly giant bags of mostly water?” Hailee asked in a sing song.

        “Cum bucket cum bucket!” Spez started chanting, pumping her arms in time with the words.

        “Now I know why I never want you and Annie to meet,” Sarah muttered, her finger beginning to rub along her temple. But even as she feigned annoyance, she felt a slow unweaving of the deep tension that had filled her ever since this battle had begun. The viewscreen shut down and, above the Earth, she could see the twinkling gemstones of the orbiting battlefleet glowing as their engines came online. They would join the Havener fleet in geostationary orbit.

        But as the door behind her opened and Aiden stepped onto the bridge, with his casual little smirk and his confident gait, it was not the gemstones of antimatter/matter annihilation that caught Sarah’s eyes.

        Rather, it was the Earth.

        The sun shone down upon the battered, beleaguered little orb. The clouds looked like the slurry on a vid-channel after someone nuked the station, and the oceans visible past the swirls of pollution was a chalky color that made Sarah feel faintly queasy. The vast steppes of Russia and Asia were brown and the trash-fires of Australia smudged the southern edge of her vision with bright pinpricks and billowing clouds of black. But among the long decay and the detritus, she could begin to see the flickers of green. Not all of them were the enclosed havens that the mega-wealthy had built for themselves.

        Some of them were the Haveners she had landed in the first wave – not strategically important like Hailee’s liberation virus, nor symbolically important as her conquest of the Cayman Crescent. They were the people who, on Haven, had studied biology and ecosystems with the same eagerness that she had, back when she had been a terrified sline, hoping to live through another day in the cheap-ass college that she had gotten into via a lottery. They were, even now, striding across the wracked wastelands, bringing back the green – starting with hardy things. Molds. Lichens. Tardigrades, if they needed any help. But they would be joined by others. And as they worked, maybe some day, the Earth would be blue again.

        Sarah felt a twinge in her chest.

        But they wouldn’t be joined by her. Beyond those glittering stars, Evil lurked. And Evil would need to be put paid too.

        A hand closed around her shoulder, and then Aiden sat down on the arm-rest of her command chair. He grinned at her. “Ready to celebrate?”

        Sarah bit her lip. “You know, I did just dump a load of cum into Spezzy over there.”

        “Then why is your hand currently wrapped around my dick?” Aiden asked.

        “Habit,” Sarah muttered, her cheeks flushing ever so slightly as she began to work Aiden’s shaft.

        “Oh, Sarah!” Hailee said. “I’ve managed to get a line to your parents!”

        “What?” Sarah asked.

        The viewscreen blinked from the somber, hopeful view, to Sarah’s Mom and Dad.

        “Sarah!” Her mother exclaimed, her voice more thickly accented than Sarah’s ever had been. “ Anjinha!” Then she froze, while Dad’s cheap cigarette fell from his gaping mouth onto the floor. The two of them looked at Sarah, who looked right back, frozen, her hand wrapped around Aiden’s dick.

        “...so...” Sarah said. “I can explain?”