Commission- Slugbra

Uh-oh, looks like Sombra's days of sneaking around are over!

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Part One:  Nano-Hacked
Part Two:  (Here)
Part Three: Small Mercies
Part Four: Still Beneath The Sands
Part Five: Mother May I

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In a flash of light, a purple-clad woman appeared above a small device, not even breaking stride despite the miraculous teleportation.
    "All right!" The mexican hacker said, in a commanding tone. "Primary relay is down, we can finally breach-"
    "No time!" one of the talon grunts said, covering the entryway. "Reinforcements are here, we're pulling out!"
    "¡Hijo de parra!" Sombra swore, looking over her shoulder at the dented, scorched, but still sealed lockdown doors.  "Just give me a few min-"
    "Orders are orders!" another grunt said, grabbing Sombra's arm and pulling.
    "Ach!  Fine, fine!"  Sombra said, pulling her arm free and following the rearguard out to the dropship. In reality, she wasn't terribly upset about it; she didn't care one way or another if the big ape died.  Her objective had been D.Va all along, and in that regard the mission was a complete- if unusual- success.

    She ran out into the daylight, the Talon dropship hovering just above the cliff edge, ramp down as the last group of mercenaries stood outside it, laying down covering fire at the approaching reinforcements.
    Well, it's good to see they still know what their valuable assets are, Sombra smirked.  She paused, pulling a translocator out from the small satchel on her back, flinging it like a discus above the heads of the soldiers and into the  dropship.
    "What are you doing?!"  One of the grunts yelled, looking back to see her standing still. "Get to the dropship!"
    "I'm already there!" Sombra called back, remotely activating the device. "Worry about yourself!"
    The Talon mercenary slowed down as he watched Sombra vanish, looking over his shoulder in amazement, until a stray bullet shattered his tibia and sent him to the ground.
    With another flashed orb of light, Sombra stumbled out of her translocator, the uneven surface forcing her to improvise her landing somewhat.
    "All right, let's go, let's go, let's go!"  Sombra called out from the deployment area. "¡Vaminos!"
    "We've still got a few-"
    "Leave them!" Sombra commanded.  "We got all we could here!"
    Though technically not in charge of the op, Sombra had enough rank she could pull it in dangerous situations, and there were too many Overwatch allies converging on Gibraltar to waste any time.  The more alert of the Talon grunts scrambled up onto the dropship's hatch as it started to close, but the few wounded and clueless left behind probably wouldn't have any intel worth interrogating out of them.

    She'd just let out a breath and started to relax when a clearly-shaken officer approached.
    "Uh- uhm, Miss Sombra, ma'am?"  He started.
    "Ay!"  Sombra snapped.  "How many times I have to tell you cabrons?  What am I, an old maid?  Just Sombra. That's it. Sombra! ¿Comprende?"
    "R-right!" He stammered, avoiding eye contact. "W-well, Sombra... Reaper wants to debrief you..."
    Sombra's stern mask deflated, her shoulder drooping.  "All right, all right...  Send it to the starboard comms room,"  She said, walking off.
    Reaper's face was already on the viewscreen when she entered, or at least the mask that constantly covered it.  No one had seen Reaper's face since he first donned the mask and the codename, and possibly the only two who truly knew what lay under it anymore were Dr. Zeigler and Reaper himself.  He and his always-shadowed masters were one of the big mysteries Sombra had yet to unravel, despite working for Talon for a while now.
    "Hola, Gabe,"  Sombra said in a friendly tone, specifically because she knew it irritated him. Among the Talon ranks, she was the only one who dared to call Reaper by his real name, or at least the name he went under when he was Gabriel Reyes, Blackwatch commander.
    Reaper let out one of his trademark growls, head bowing slightly. Sombra struggled to keep her smile friendly and not condescending.
    "Why is that ape still alive?" Reaper finally demanded.
    "Well, because you thought you knew more about what goes on in a scientist's lab than the scientist?"  She answered, letting the barb hang just long enough to sink in. "Oh, you mean this time?"
    "Sombra..."  Reaper growled.
    "Look, they'd upgraded security, okay?" Sombra said, throwing her hands up.  "They learned too much from the last time.  Different protocols, different node-mapping. I was almost there, but two agents were apparently enough to run loco on these grunts. Well..."  She paused, allowing a smirk and looking at Reaper. "One agent, now."
    Reaper tilted his head in that way Sombra had learned meant he was pleased with something, even though he'd never say it. "Amari?"
    "You'd have to ask the grunts about her,"  Sombra said, shaking her head. "Where do you pick those ninos up, anyways?"
    "...Song, then?"  Reaper asked.
    "¡A huevo!" Sombra beamed.  "The nano-hacking worked like a charm, when I got up there, all that was left was a puddle of goo, mech and all. And all it took was one-" She started, holding her index finger up but freezing when she saw that her demonstrative finger was covered in a dollop of slime. "...A-heh, ah, and, ah, this was all that was left, see?"  Sombra recovered, giving a small laugh. "Anyways, that's the mission, better luck next time, at least we got Song!"  Sombra finished, using her left hand to hack the communicator.
    "Wait, that's not-"  Reaper managed before the feed cut. Sombra spun to look at her hand, the rest of her fingers splayed as far as possible away from the index. The dollop of slime was clinging to her fingertip, and she could see the "Nail" of her intrusion-spike reduced to a tiny nub.
    "Idiota. ¡Idiota!" She hissed, realizing that when she'd mockingly booped D.Va's nose, she'd gotten some of the nanomachine-infused slime off Song's face on her glove.  And now the industrious little machines were consuming it and making more of themselves, and more, which means they'd eat faster, and make more, until...
   Sombra awkwardly pulled her machine pistol from its holster with her left hand, regretting that she'd used her trigger finger for the nose-boop before placing the muzzle against the base of the nano-tipped finger and firing.

    The tranlocators Sombra used in the field were small, and had a limited range.  That was by design, so that she could deploy and use them quickly, since those limitations kept the power drain low and let her operate at full combat efficiency.  At her base, though, she had a much larger, more powerful one, that could recall her from nearly anywhere in the world, and this is where Sombra re-appeared at, stumbling towards the side of the room where medical supplies were being kept for just such an eventuality.  She wrenched open a bottle of disinfectant and splashed her stump with it, hissing as the burning sensation fired up her nerves.  She'd already had implants in her fingertips, she supposed getting the entire digit replaced wouldn't be that bad.
    Fumbling with the medical kit, she pressed a wad of gauze against the stump, tears stinging her eyes as the shock wore off and the pain could travel up her arm and into her brain unimpeded. She saw the red splotch blossoming out the top of the gauze and added another layer before taping it down with bandages.  Still, she thought as she backed away from the supplies, sitting down heavily on her bunk, it was a far better solution than getting eaten alive, or- possibly worse?- ending up like D.Va. She popped a couple fast-acting painkillers and tried to steady her breathing.
    She opened up a holoscreen, searching through her contacts.  She tried never to use the same surgeon twice in a row, to keep those attempting to track her in the dark, but then she wanted somewhere close to her home, too; losing not only her trigger finger but one of her primary hacking actuators would put a severe cramp in her efficiency, and she didn't want to be caught out in such a state in some far-off, unknown territory.

    Sombra's nose crinkled as she found her best option.  He'd only worked on her once, and he was plenty competent, just...  his workshop smelled strongly of too-old bread.  Still, her aching hand reminded her, she wasn't in a position to be choosy.  She went to send a message to his communicator, but accidentally started listing his call records instead.  She backed out, grumbling at the reflexive twitch of her index finger that would have started the call- were it still there.
   "(Hello?  Who's this?)" the confused-looking surgeon asked. He had the video function of his communicator turned off, but Sombra had went ahead and turned it back on once he picked up.  Hacking humans was just the same as hacking machines- you needed to be able to see the outputs to work effectively. Her video feed, as always, showed only the pixelated sugar-skull design that was her calling card.
    "(Hello, Murien,)" Sombra said, her voice modulator obscuring any traces of her age or gender, thought her mexican accent still slipped through.
   "(Sombra!)" The man hissed, looking around the room.  That was good, she thought; Even though he had seen her and knew she was a woman, he still feared her. "(..What do you want?)"
    "(I need a new index finger,)" Sombra said, rubbing and squeezing her hand in an attempt to distract her brain with sensations other than pain. "(My current one... has become obsolete.)"
    Murien snorted out a laugh in spite of his nerves. "(Obsolete?  That's an.. Ah, right, right. Do you have a preference?)"
    "(Top of the line,)" Sombra said. "(Just need to make sure it's completely compatible with my firmware, transmitting now,)" She tapped a few more holo-keys with her left hand, adding a couple strokes from the middle and ring fingers of her right hand.  Slower, but still serviceable; just not combat-fast.
    Muriel nodded a few times, the version info and schematics reflected in the lens of his own cybernetic eye.  "(Yeah... yeah, I can swing this,)" He said as Sombra shook her hand, the throbbing seeming to intensify.  "(When do you need it by?)"
    "(As soon as possible,)"  Sombra replied, trying not to sound desperate. "(I- ngh, I'll contact you later,)" she said, and closed the connection.

    "I don't... this is, this is, none of this makes sense!" She said under her breath as she was able to finally get a dump of the nanobots' runtime operations. For Song, she had given them the instructions that boiled down to "safe but useless". But now, the ones in her, she wasn't seeing any of that.  It was just a homeostatic loop, basically just maintaining their presence. There were references to a "home location", but Sombra didn't understand what they meant.  She tried to break the instructions down further, but a sudden crawling sensation in her neck made her eyes slam shut as she shivered, head arching back between her shoulders as her back rolled in discomfort. 
    When Sombra opened her eyes again, she found herself only able to squint at the screen, its brightness suddenly blinding. She tried to see as best she could through the prison bars her eyelashes  made over her eyes, deciphering what she could, but the process was even slower going as her eyes watered.
    "Nnngh, come on, what are you doing in there?" Sombra asked as she went to wipe her eyes with the back of her sleeve, only to bump her wrist into her eye.  What was worse, she felt it move.  Fighting back the instinct to gag, she put a finger up to her cheekbone and slid it up towards her eye.  Instead of her eyelid, Sombra's finger ran into something that felt much like her lip or the pad of her palm- soft, pliable flesh where her eye should be.  But then, where was her eye she was looking through?  She slid her finger up the odd, fleshy protuberance, and her vision dipped slightly as she felt the pressure bending her vision towards her nose. Panic rising in her chest, Sombra quickly blanked the analyzer's screen, bending down to catch her reflection in it.

    Her eyes were protruding a good three or four inches off her face, on the end of what could only be described as eye stalks. Her eyelashes still fluttered on the ends of them, but her eyebrows remained on her face, above the sockets that now served as mere doorways to her eyes instead of protection.
    "¡Dios mio!" Sombra exclaimed, bringing the analyzer's screen back up and frantically searching through, her vision blurring and wobbling as her eyes continued to grow out of her head. She felt panic in her chest, but the feeling grew to be something more as her outfit became steadily more constrictive over her bosoms.
     "¡Mierda!" Sombra cursed, one hand flying to her collar.  "No, no, no!  I will NOT be covered in pechos like her!" She said as she pulled her outfit open. She went to glance down, and reeled back as her view swung down nearly to her chin.  She tilted her head back and wound up looking up at the ceiling, what had once been subtle movements of her eyes now being translated as wild swings of her eyestalks. The careening viewpoint made her brain swim, and she found herself on her back, eyes clamped shut even as she felt the stalks still growing and swelling out of her sockets.  She moaned, feeling her chest swelling with new flesh as the nano-machines built up inside her, taking whatever spare atoms from her suit or weapons or anything else they came in contact with to re-form them to her liking.  
    Through the vertigo and the crawling sensations, Sombra's mind kept working, trying to figure out what on earth was going on, why the nanobots were doing this.  It should have only affected Song, the nanites typically went inert after imprinting on the host, which is why Amari had to load an entirely new batch each time she deployed the booster. So why would they transfer to her, when that had never happened before?
    As her panicked sweat began to take on a viscous feeling, a careless line came back to her in crystal, terrifying focus:
    "They're like little puppies," She had said. "They just need a little guidance."
    With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, Sombra realized her mistake.  She'd made them into pets, and now they saw her as their mother.
   Sombra opened her eyes again, slowly, trying to keep her vision straight.She raised a hand in front of her face, blinking at the flesh-colored appendage above her.  Beside the fact that her glove and sleeve had been entirely eaten away, there was virtually no indication of any of her implants, either.  She felt a burning, tingling feeling racing up her arms, and worried what would happen when they reached the extensive modifications surrounding her spine and...
    Sombra reached up to the left side of her head, relieved that her neural implants- slime-coated though they now seemed to be- appeared to be  unchanged. But it was small comfort as she felt the burning tingle continue to crawl down her back, her outfit consumed a millimeter as a time and the tingle- whatever molecular alterations that portended- following shortly behind.

    "Pets, pets... Hnngh, how to call them off?"  Sombra asked the empty room, wracking her brain as she writhed on the floor. Most of her outfit was gone by now, a growing second pair of breasts causing her to whimper helplessly.  As the nanomachines reached the small of her back, where she kept her weapons and electronics there was a surge of activity under her skin, and Sombra groped wildly at her back, feeling the flesh over her augmented  spine knit together until it was completely smooth again.  She grunted as her hips began to flare out, wider and wider, her ears spared from the sounds of tearing seams only by virtue of the nano-machines eating the distressed fabric before it could be structurally compromised.  Sombra's thighs clenched together, her knees pulling up towards her stomach as she grunted and hissed through clenched teeth. She could feel the fabric between her legs giving way, like her thighs were some kind of mouth chewing at them.  But then, as the third pair of breasts began to push out of her abdomen under the first two, the feeling between her legs ceased. Not just of her clothes being eaten away, but of her inner thighs touching, or of any distinct feeling at all.  She reached down for her front, biting her lip as she discovered the sensitivity of her new breasts as she bumped them, and felt her legs.
    To Sombra's horror, beneath her nethers she could feel no separation between her legs, not even the slightest divot that would indicate the tube of flesh below her hips had ever been two distinct limbs.  She sat up as best she could and opened one eye, having to take a moment to adjust for the new eight.  Her vision topped her actual height by at least a foot now, and her eyes still led her eyestalks around whenever she looked at something, like a reluctant dog owner being pulled around by their dog's leash. 
    The sight that greeted her when she finally turned her eye-stalk down was of her legs, bare to the ankle, fusing together like a flesh zipper being pulled down her body.  Sombra tried to pull her legs apart, but already she could feel her kneecaps becoming indistinct, no longer the hard points on her knees but soft, yielding flesh.  She could still move her feet and wriggle her toes independent of one another, but as her shoes and the last of her leggings were consumed by the nanites, she knew even that was on borrowed time. Squirming and wriggling her butt and fusing legs, Sombra crawled over to the table she'd been standing at when she patched up her finger- a finger she now saw was completely reconstructed as she reached up for the first aid kit- and grabbed the white case.  She paused for a moment to realize that even though the tabletop was taller than her head, she had been able to see over it thanks to her eye-stalks, gagging a bit at the thought before she continued. Overturning the kit's contents, she slammed the box between her calves, wedging it against the "zipper"'s leading edge. She flung aside the gauze, the bandages, the sutures and forceps as she tried to find what she was looking for, not noticing that some of the objects fallen on her lap had already begun breaking down in the slime she was sweating out from all over. The plastic case began to creak as her legs were drawn together by the "zipper", parts of it being slowly eaten away by the nanomachines.
    "Aha!" She exclaimed, plucking the stainless-steel scalpel out of the pile and uncapping it. Grabbing a roll of medical tape in the other hand, she stuck the puck-shaped roll in her mouth and bit down as she pushed the blade into the leading edge between her calves.  She hissed in pain, biting into the tape as she tried to pull her legs apart, but the cut hadn't been deep enough. Even as blood seeped out of it, Sombra could feel the flesh knitting back together, and she tried again, this time severing the cord of flesh pulling her calves together.  Her eyes clenched shut in pain, though no tears welled out- given the slimy sweat that coated her body, it was conceivable she didn't even have tear ducts anymore.
    Undeterred, Sombra bent forward, grabbing her ankles in her hands and realizing just how much flesh her three- no, four now- pairs of breasts had put between her shoulders and her thighs.  Blushing at the sensation, Sombra nevertheless pulled as hard as she could on her ankles, trying to keep her legs apart. She grunted and strained with gritted teeth, but she felt he legs pulling inexorably together.  The flesh softened in her grip, and she could feel the moment when her bones lost their rigidity, her ankles still held apart while her calves and shins bent in towards each other, crushing and consuming the rest of the first aid kit between them. With a gasp, Sombra stopped straining, panting as the exertion of working against the nanomachines proved fruitless.  She watched, slumped on her still-swelling bosoms, each bigger than her head, and sighed as her eye-stalks slouched down, seeing the dark nubs of nipples discoloring her thighs and down to her- well, where her knees used to be.

    As her ankles locked together, Sombra tried to scoot herself back towards her bed, at least to get up off the floor. But she felt herself sliding in place, difficult to find purchase as her heels softened.  She was able to push herself with her hands, slowly, but the crawling, unnerving sense of change continued with every near-frictionless slide against the floor.  She turned her hips, and was amazed to see her entire backside was covered in what looked like a fleshy umbrella, the same bright purple as her outfit.  Even more shocking, she could see lights just underneath the skin, pulsing and trailing up the backside of her legs...  Well, of her tail, now, she couldn't really call it anything else as she forlornly watched the last of her toes fuse into the breast-covered plane of her underside.  She watched as the lights traveled slowly but constantly up the mantle of her back and the small, slimy-frilled "skirt" growing up from where her two halves seemed to meet, all trailing up to the base of her spine.  The pink lights looked very similar to the ones that glowed inside her neural implants.  In fact...
    Sombra leaned against the side of her bunk, the sheets sticking to her slimy back.  Okay, she thought, If I'm still somehow wired up, then maybe...  Sombra spread her slimy fingers and repeated the  motion she'd used a thousand times before to bring up a holoscreen, ducking her head before remembering that her eyesight was now two feet higher than it used to be. More importantly, it had worked!  The workspace was open, awaiting Sombra's commands.  The hacker's neural implants glowed, and schematics of her implants started showing up, like she'd commanded.  
    "Okay...  Okay, okay,"  Sombra said to herself, looking over the schematics.  "This is, I can work with this, if I can stil- eh?"  she paused, watching the images on the holoscreen warp and fuzz, a burst of static distorting the images as they changed before her eyes.  She arched her eyebrow, the reflexive action taking place on her face even though her eyes were far away, as the schematics began to stretch and branch out, wires forking and snaking around, bolts and welds shrinking and becoming indistinct.  She thought it was just an odd glitch until she realized that the new additions were being annotated on the fly as they came to be.  The schematics- her schematics- were being updated on the fly!  She separated them out and watched as the schematics became more and more detailed, showing the path of wires through her mantle, her new weight, the way the bones of her spine had interlaced with her implants, even (embarrassingly enough) the cup sizes of her dozens- yes, multiple by this point- of breasts.
        "Hmph, the nano-machine version of fetching the morning paper?"  Sombra scoffed as she ran the rest of her hacking programs through their paces, checking and double-checking that everything still worked. Satisfied- at least in the integrity of her implants- Sombra shut down her holoscreen and spent a few minutes staring at the empty room. What would she do now?  What could she do?  She could barely move, and sooner or later Talon would come looking for her, after her panicked display in the dropship.  She needed to eat, too, and how long would her supplies here last?  She was a sitting duck- slug- if anyone managed to find her.  It wouldn't be the first hideout she'd had to abandon, but she'd had the benefit of speed and mobility before.  Even if her camouflage worked on her new body, the trail of slime she seemed to leave behind everywhere couldn't make hunting her down any easier.  No, she needed help, and she needed help that she couldn't get to, and that wouldn't come to her.  Not willingly.

    "...Boy am I glad I didn't kill you, chica," Sombra said, an idea coming to her, "Because whoever's going to be helping you, is going to be helping me."  She opened her holoscreen once more, pulling up D.Va's last broadcast, and began to back-trace it through the military firewall all her M.E.K.A.-origin transmissions went through.  It'd be a longer, more arduous hack from here than if she could do some ground infiltration, but on the other hand she wasn't going much of anywhere anytime soon, so she had lots of time...