Risks and Consequences

James and his xeno-wives returned to the captain's cabin to find the maids cleaning up after what looked like a hurricane. "What happened?" asked Tigra.
"Mistress Reagan. She. She awaits you in your inner bedroom, Master." said one of the xenos with the timidity which told everyone that she did not want to elaborate any farther.

James sighed. "Janglebelle, Tigra darling, go check on the new Lalago enclosure and make sure that new bunny girls are settling in." The two Ligreons bowed and left their husband to see what had upset his girlfriend so much.

***

Noori and Paga were on duty as bedroom attendants along with Szthrahc, the Knavar princess, now named James's Bitch Princess, or just Princess for short as well as the Egaz formerly known as Rosie who now happily goes by Gadget along with the eight nameless Dranza who stood silently at attention in the corners and alcoves of the room waiting to be of use. The twins could hear their mother smashing plates and Dranza being beaten between bouts of screaming and crying before Reagan crashed into the room and collapsed onto the mattress with her eyes red and streaked with tears and her clothes ripped and disheveled. The twins were shocked and taken aback. They could never have imagined seeing their mother, a woman that they had grown up thinking of as being literally all powerful, reduced to a blubbering wreck.

Paga had tried to comfort her mother only to be met by an audible SLAP. "Don't touch me, you xeno bastard!" Reagan barked.
The rest of the attendants stepped back silently as Noori silently commanded the Dranza to fan Reagan and provide the distraught human woman with tissues and lemon water. Otherwise, the xenos knew that this was a time to just be on standby and wait for orders.

This was how James had found Reagan, blowing her nose into tissues while she was fanned by beautiful green skinned women, her hair and make-up a total mess. "Oh gods. I must look like grox shit." said Reagan.
"We could probably both use a bath." said James.
Reagan cooed and snuggled into James arms as he lifted her and carried her to the bath. "Gadget, come." James commanded. The Egaz girl jumped in surprise before following her beloved Master into his bathroom where a dozen Amarlean and Schar awaited to attend to a human's most personal of needs. As James lowered himself and his beloved lady into the warm waters and the soft arms of the bath girls, his eyes were fixed on the four and a half foot engineer with her tits the size of grapefruits. "What is the status on the upgrades to ExtremePrejudice?" asked James as he washed and combed Reagan's hair. James gestured for the Egaz to join him in the water.

"Finished and awaiting your test drive, Master." said Gadget. "I am rather proud of the new gyro systems on the point defense implements, I know that it is impossible to say that they are a perfect, 100% infallible defense against kinetic attacks, but so far your simulators have not been able to get through it. And I still cannot get over being able to actually build my designs to integrate a fusion cannon into an aegis projector using effector fields with wave harmonics in the gigametrics and you gave me the resources necessary to test my theories on chronostatics with a prototype for my televorpal hammer on a real MkIII.Ge107 series SERAPH powered war mech. There is nothing like having access to tier one replicators and an army of machines to let the imagination run free. I cannot thank you enough for giving me this opportunity."

James shrugged as he rubbed lotions and balms into Reagan's skin, using his strong but soft hands to massage her muscles with just the right amount of pressure. "Everyone agrees that your designs were cutting edge and when I saw the simulations, I was impressed. I am looking forward to smashing a few asteroids with your designs. Frankly, it has been too long since I took the old girl for a joy ride." said James, remembering with nostalgia his academy days and the exhilaration of training as a seraphim pilot in orbit of his homeworld of Arisaka Secundus, a world his ancestors had conquered using their family's warsuits when he was not surfing or slumming in the xeno quad.
"About that." said Gadget with a smirk. "I was going over the astrographic data to cross check with your estimated range and found an interesting overlap." Gadget activated a wall screen to show James that according to the intelligence gleamed from the captured Kroxaa lectators, the Lalago homeworld was only a slight detour on their course to the Joebizi system. "If the Intel is correct, then there will be a Kroxaa hunting lodge in orbit around planet and maybe an additional wargator in system, nothing a squad or three of seraphim could not cut through to drop of some planetary domestication pods on the planet. A little more interesting of a field test than just smashing some space rocks."

"Speaking of world taker bombs, how is progress going on the launcher and rigs for the special mission?" asked James.
"Everything is on schedule, the mass shadow distorters are our biggest bottleneck, the cargo shot haulers being built to send the loot and women to Federation space need the same Exotic Matter 52p7, but the designs are finalized and knowing what I know about Alliance scrydar protocols, as long as no one accelerates the A.I.s on the Alliance cruisers will see you as just another railgun kinetic fired off on a wild trajectory as part of a typical Kroxaa display of bravado." The Egaz blushed at the sight of satisfaction on her owner's face.

"You have done well. I am very proud of you." said James as he wondered if her human children would be as brilliant and beautiful as their mother and if it was time to talk to Tigra and Jangles about taking another xeno-wife. "Return to the bed chamber and tell my Princess give your clit the royal treatment. Remind the bitch that if she comes in here to question whether an order really did come from me again, it is a larvae diet for a week and an hour added to her daily time in the abusement room." The Egaz girl smirk as she exited. "Now." said James as he turned to look Reagan in the eyes. "Are you ready to tell me what is wrong?"

"I fucked up." said Reagan. "The plant mutagenics were more anabolic than the simulations had accounted for which activated chromosomal sequences that triggered NOXET cascade. The process that infuses the organic psi-growth activates DNA remnants of Ligreons, Dranza, and Amarlean which is causing the organelles to register the fetuses as xeno. I bastardized your babies. I turned your healthy human children into psidjinn mongrels." The biosculptor broke down into tears.

After a long silence James said "We all knew that this was a risk. I know how hard you have worked on this project. But I am sure that this is only a minor setback for you. The bastards are healthy, yes?"

"Yes. They are growing well and show all the signs of being full spectrum psionic abilities." said Reagan.
"So, not all bad." said James trying to cheer her up. "This time it did not go well, but knowing you, you collected a few petabytes of data that you are going to analyze with A.I. levels of detail, then you are going to try again, and I will be with you every step of the way."

"You're not upset?" asked Reagan.
"No, just sad." answered James. "I was looking forward to raising the first naturally psionic humans and giving my posterity the gift of being the next level of Homo Superior. But I accepted that this was a risk and have made peace with the idea that they are going to be born as xeno bastards.
"Tigra and Jangles are the ones who are going to be really crushed." said James.

"Yeah." said Reagan trying her best to sound like she was capable of caring about the feelings of a xeno. "There was something positive thing that came out of it." said Reagan. "Since I was no longer worried about breaking the Victrian Protocol, I took the three Symix eggs Amandla had given you and I did a little splicing and after engineering a specialized symbiotic intermediary I was able to maybe have possibly created a Symix with a polynodal psionic resonance matrix encoded into its DNA."

"You made a psionic Symix?" asked James.
"Basically." answered Reagan. "Though I like to think it might be the breakthrough we needed to make the MkIX SERAPH core go from theory to reality. We should know before we reach the Joebizi's home system."
"You really think you can make a SERAPH-core work as an integrated biomodification?" said James with amazement.
"I will know in a few days. I need to run some tests, break a few Dranza, get Lrgo and Taxala back to the sequencing on the Dranza fruits." Reagan kissed James gently. "But that can wait for tomorrow. Right how you have twin cat xenos who look an awful lot like me waiting for you to fuck them while Mommy watches." Reagan kissed James passionately.

Then James picked up Reagan with a great splashing of water. Reagan laughed in surprise and joy as she was carried to the bed she shared with James and wondered how she got so lucky to find herself in the arms of such a strong, supportive, understanding man and for the briefest moment, wondered if Gaiagnosis really was the correct lifestyle for her. Maybe being a man's wife is not such a bad thing when the man is someone like James. "I am sorry I missed your triumph. How did it go?" asked Reagan.
"Really well. You are looking at the new all-ship crisknife champion." answered James.
"'All hail the queen fucker.'" sang Reagan to the same tune hundreds of people had been singing just a few hours before as James impregnated Lizindri from behind and claimed the Chief Matricon as his personal bastard breeder while the whole human crew watched.
"It was a close run thing. If the ensign had not choked when zhe went up against me, would have been a totally different story. Oh, so funny thing, the other finalist was Amandla and zhe bet me..."

***

"What did you think was going to happen?" Sydney chided when zhe heard about Amandla's bet.
"I thought I would win." said Amandla.

"Guys like James have tutors teaching them how to fight from the time they know which end of the knife to hold. His biomods are the absolute cutting edge. The Transcendent baseline is good, but you knew that he was not going to be easy."

"You don't always have to take his side." Amandla snapped.
"I am not taking his side. I am just saying, you made a bet, you lost, it happens. No one except you thinks this is a big deal." said Sydney.

"I need to blow off some steam." said Amandla before exiting their shared quarters and making for the teleportal.

In a training enclosure within the asteroid habitat, Amandla was blowing off steam by letting off a few megatons of fire power. Suited up in Valyria with the MkV SERAPH core providing the Symix with unlimited energy it used to transform itself into an unstoppable force of mass destruction which was usually in the shape of a human. Amandla's suit produced virtually any weapon the transcendent could imagine. The transcendent imagined up a variety of claws, blades, and blasters to send a variety of replicated battle droids and flash grown mutant war beasts back to the scrap heap and protein vats respectively. All the safeties were disengaged. Amandla wanted them to really try to kill zer. It was the only way to make it real, the only way to get THAT feeling. Was Amandla afraid? No. Amandla was focused, so focused on staying alive that zhe could almost forget about how stupid and cocky zhe had been and how James Fujiwara not only continued to have the love zer co-dom, but was going to have zer son or daughter as a xeno bastard to use and abuse as he see's fit. Zhe had not choice, zer honor demanded zhe stud a xeno with the sow of James's choice.