Imperium Effect 1 (GEOM Multicross)

27 January 2211
0527 hours, Imperial Standard
IMS Deliverance, in Geosynchronous Orbit Above PSR B1257+12 A
Ensign Kyle Ryder, Imperium Spaceforce

Kyle blinked the sleep away from his eyes as he woke up. Shore leave was over, and now it was back to the rest of the boring patrol on the edge of Imperium Space. Still, at least the company was nice.

“Awake already, yawnetu?” the melodious voice of the woman who’d been curled around him asked, her breath tickling his ear.

Kyle being the little spoon was a requirement in a relationship like theirs, but he’d always had a thing for tall women, even if Rehe was blue with glowing spots on her body, a tail, and cat-like ears. He turned his head to look at her, her bright green eyes staring back at him with a smile. Rehe was a Na'vi, the first alien race that the Imperium had made contact with.

Relations were initially hostile, with the Na'vi actually driving the corporation that had sole colonization rights at the time off the planet. That lasted until the Emperor personally came and made contact with their goddess, Eywa. What happened between the Emperor and Eywa, only they knew, but the end result was the Na'vi joining the Imperium under Humanity.

“Yeah, I’m awake,” he said, stretching his limbs and feeling her arms tighten around him. “How long until we reach the next planet?”

“About three days,” she replied, nuzzling her face into his hair. “Plenty of time for us to… occupy ourselves.”

Kyle chuckled, turning around in her embrace to face her fully. She was right, they had plenty of time to kill and he was more than happy to spend it with her. He leaned in to kiss her, his hands traveling down her back to the curve of her tail, which had a mind of its own.

Their make-out session was interrupted by the sound of the intercom crackling to life.

“Ensign Ryder, report to the bridge immediately,” the captain’s voice boomed through the ship.

Kyle groaned, breaking away from Rehe’s lips. “Duty calls, I guess.”

Rehe let out a mewl of protest, but didn't resist as he left her embrace and began to dress. As he made his way to the bridge, Kyle couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. The ship was too quiet, with no hum of activity he was used to hearing. When he arrived, the bridge was almost deserted, with only the captain and a few officers present.

“Ensign Ryder, we've just received a distress signal from the research station on the planet we were headed to,” the captain said, his face grim. “They're under attack by an unknown entity.”

Kyle's heart sank. He had a bad feeling about this. “What are our orders, sir?”

“We're to investigate and neutralize the threat if necessary,” the captain said. “We'll be leaving orbit in ten minutes, traveling through Blitz Drift. Suit up.”

Kyle nodded, his mind already racing with scenarios of what could be attacking the research station. As he made his way to the armory, he couldn't help but think of Rehe, looking forward to seeing her in action again. While the Na'vi had been limited to bows and spears just a few decades ago, many had adapted quite well to serving in the Imperium’s Armed Forces. Most preferred the Armed Infantry, but some like Rehe chose to join the Space Navy.

The next few hours were a blur of action. They landed on the planet, their boots crunching on the rocky terrain. They approached the research station cautiously, weapons at the ready. The door was ajar, and they could hear the sounds of struggle coming from inside.

As they entered, they were confronted with a scene of carnage. Bodies torn to ribbons, both the researchers and attackers, though far more of the latter than the former. The attackers were some sort of alien species, one thus far undiscovered by the Imperium.

Kyle activated his comms, sending a message back to the Deliverance, “Ensign Ryder, Contact Situation. Over.”

“Captain Rodgers, Contact Situation confirmed. Running armor cam feed through Contact Database. Out,” came the reply. Lifting up his lasgun, Kyle followed Lieutenant Fteio as they moved into the research station. Swallowing down his nerves, he kept his guard up as the squad rushed to save who they could.

28 January 2211
0327 hours, Imperial Standard
Imperial Palace, Mount Everest, Terra
Al Richter, God Emperor of Mankind

Life was good, I thought to myself as I drove my cock into the wet alien pussy below me. The way her blue tits bounced as I thrust into her hard, the way her back arched as she moaned and begged for more. Her pussy was hot, and tight, and wet.

My hands were on her hips, forcing her down hard onto my cock, driving into her depths as she squealed in pleasure. Her breasts were pressed up against my chest, her nipples like hard beads of steel. She was an alien, a native of the planet Pandora. A Na'vi.

Well, mostly, anyway. Physically, she was an Avatar, a Na'vi spliced with trace amounts of a specific human's DNA to enable remote piloting by the human whose DNA was used in its creation. Mentally, she was Eywa, the nature goddess of the Na'vi.

But before she was a goddess, she was mine.

I had been with thousands of women in my life, human, alien, and cybernetic alike. Eywa wasn't the only Na'vi I'd been with, but she was the one I'd been with the most. She stretched her arms behind her head as I drove into her. I trailed a hand down her side, reaching around to her rear and giving one of her ass cheeks a squeeze. She let out a squeal of delight as I gave it a smack.

“Oh, master, fuck me hard! Fuck my tight little blue pussy!” she cried out, her voice slurred with pleasure.

I growled in response, my cock beginning to throb as I approached my orgasm. I reached down, grabbing her blue hair, tugging her head back to expose her throat. Her soft blue skin was covered in sweat, and I began to nibble on her exposed neck.

“Oh, yes, master, bite my- Aaaah!” she cried out as I bit down on the delicate blue skin of her neck, hard enough to draw blood. She smelled like jasmine and sweat, and I began to thrust into her hard, my cock throbbing as I neared orgasm.

“Cum inside me master! Fill me with your cum!” she urged, her voice high and tight.

She loved it when I did that, when I came inside her. She felt like an Empress, and it made her feel powerful. It always amused me whenever she confessed that. Once, she’d been the goddess of an entire world, controlling and commanding each and every creature on its surface. Despite that, it was submitting to and being used by me that made her feel powerful.

Well, it was like I’d said for over a century before the discovery of Pandora, fuck the xeno.

“Father, I am sorry to interrupt, but there’s been a development on the frontier,” a mechanical voice called over the intercom. Letting out an annoyed groan, I pulled out of Eywa, looking up to the camera that the AI I’d designed was watching through.

“What is it, Pumpkin?” I asked as Eywa lay panting on the bed.

“One of the outer research stations came under attack, the IMS Deliverance was able to respond in time to save a few of the research staff, but most were killed,” she answered. “I have compared the footage of the aliens and the analysis of the remains to the databases in the xeno ruins on Mars. Their technology appears to be derived from the principles of the same technological base as the Martian Ruins.”

A hologram appeared in front of me, showing the alien species that had attacked. I took in a deep breath as I looked at the image before me. So, I hadn’t been dropped into just Avatar. Whatever entity sent me to this universe and gifted me with the body and powers of the God Emperor of Mankind had gone beyond just one franchise I’d recognized.

“The xeno species is called ‘turian’,” I said as I held out my arms and used my psychic power to clothe myself. “They are the military and enforcement branch of a coalition called the Citadel Council.”

“I will contact the Admirals and have them be prepared for a counter attack then, will you be joining the conflict?”

“Not personally, no,” I answered, a plan forming and a grin spreading across my face. “Send in the Deathwatch 5th Battalion. I’ll join when the diplomatic arm of the Citadel arrives. Check the archives for a monogendered race.”

She was silent for a moment, examining the records pulled from the alien ruins discovered a hundred years ago, before she asked, her voice dry and resigned, “Really?”

“You know what I always say, Pumpkin,” I said with a chuckle.

“‘Fuck the xeno,’ I know,” she said in response. “Just so long as you save some for me.”

“Of course, who did you think I was going to spend most of the trip with?” I asked rhetorically.

“I’ll prepare a few gynoids for you to enjoy, Daddy,” she purred, making my cock twitch in my pants.

“Any I’ve already seen?”

“It’s a surprise!”

I chuckled as I walked over to Eywa and slapped her awake, “Get yourself cleaned up, then head to the Imperial Will.”

“Yes, Master,” she said with a smile.

“I’ll be on board once I have matters settled and prepared here. Obey Dragon if she gives you an order, understood?” I asked, my voice firm.

Her eyes shined with submission and a desire to please me, as she looked into my eyes and answered, “I understand, Master. I am your xeno whore, she is your daughter. It is only natural that she is my superior.”

“Good kitty,” I told her, running a hand through her hair before giving her a spank on her tight, blue ass. “But tone down the submissiveness when we’re not playing.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” she asked with a chuckle and a wry grin.

I rolled my eyes, leaving my bedroom to make sure that the Imperium of Man ran smoothly as I made my trip to the frontier. One of the side perks of being given the powers I had: they came with knowledge of all the Imperium’s tech during their Golden Age. I wasn’t just dumping it all into the empire I was ruling, but I was doing my best to push forward designs and principles just ahead of what the various R&D groups were making and figuring out.

Lasweapons had only just become standard issue last year, but if my memories of the Mass Effect franchise were right, it was just in time. Because I was pretty sure that the shield tech used by the Citadel adjacent species wasn’t suited for directed energy weapons, and lasweapons were more rugged than an AK-47.

Pushing the thoughts from my head, I returned my focus to the bureaucracy of running the Imperium. I’d been born, in both lives, in the very early 1990s. The Imperium was officially founded in 2009, and in the hundred plus years since, the population had exploded from six-seven billion humans to over half a trillion humans, nearly half a billion Na’vi (though most of those were under the age of twenty), and roughly a hundred fifty thousand AI. A population that big needed massive bureaucracy just to function.

Despite that, I did my best to make sure that it had as little interference in the daily life of the population as possible. I had enough of the government getting up in my business in my first life, I didn’t want to be the one getting in everyone’s business in my second one. Plus, it would make less time for me to enjoy my women.