She-Hulk - The Fusion Part Two of Three By Greenwood

"Hello, how do you do? I am Captain Taylor James." The evacuation has begun and the Callaway is being primed for launch. Taylor is busy meeting with the Yiones. She has entered their diplomatic meeting room and has just introduced herself. Hello...you can...call me...Mitsu...for...short." One of the aliens holds out its hand and shakes Taylor's. The Yiones are gray-skinned creatures with the large eyes and shorter bodies. Their hands are longer and slimmer than normal humans and they only have four digits on each hand. "I am...the elected...president...of this planet. Please...forgive...my speech...but I am not...famil...familiar...with...your...language." "That's quite alright. There's no need for that. I don't want to cut this short but we got to get the hell out of here. And I mean, right now." With that Taylor leads the small contingent of Yione to the Callaway where her crew will take a headcount and divvy up the seating arrangements. The Yione have plenty of ships but there are only so many members of the crew and Taylor has deemed it necessary to have four crewmembers aboard each ship. The Yione population only numbers in the low hundreds anyway but accounting for each citizen is taking much longer than Taylor expected. She puts the council aboard the Callaway and goes to tell Lakri to add thirteen more Yiones to the count. The Yione, true to their peaceful nature, calmly wait in single-file lines for their turn. Taylor is lost in thought, thinking about what to do about the Destroyer, when she feels someone staring at her. "What?!" she says to the young Yione looking at her. "Nothing." It says. "Why are you staring at me?" "You are upset about something, aren't you?" "I'm just thinking about that Destroyer thing." Taylor tells it. "You're angry, correct?" "So what if I am?" "You are." "What makes you so sure?" Taylor asks. "I can feel your emotions. Actually, I can feel your anger. I can feel your fear. I can feel the rage in your stomach. It's important to remember that these are not bad things. Anger, fearthese can be good things. They can help you. Not like hate, though. Hate can destroy you." "Who are you?" Taylor asks, exasperated. "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot. My name is Portis." "I..." Taylor sighs. "Let me ask you something. How do you know...how do you speak English so well?" "I have done much studying in the time since your scientists arrived. Why? Is my English faulty?" "No, it's good. It's real good. One more thing, you have no clothes on. No one has any clothes on. Why?" "We do not require your human type clothes...we...the Yione race has no sex. No, that's not right. I...it is a complicated explanation. We do have a male and a female...what's the word...gender, so to speak but...it is...how does that saying go...it is a long story." Portis kind of half grins at Taylor who gives him a reluctant half-smile back. "Alright, people, let's go." She says, clapping her hands together. Everyone mills around a bit more until "Captain...look!" Steve shouts as he points to the blue-purple sky. Things seem to move in slow motion as Taylor looks to where Steve is gesturing. Above them, and rapidly approaching, is a massive blob-type creature. The gray blob seems to take up most of the sky as it descends. Luckily, the only light on Yione (or at least the only light Taylor knows about) comes from the many giant lantern-like devices scattered about. "Aw, shit, what are we going to do now!" shouts the oldest crewmember (at the ripe old age of 39), Spike. "Get to the ships...now!" Taylor orders. "Do the other ships have any defense system?" she asks Portis. "No. None." "Crap" Taylor thinks for a minute. "Okay, wait, hold on. Here's what we're going to do. Get the council members out of the Callaway. Separate them, put a few in each ship. I'm going to go up, in the Callaway, and try to lure this thing away. Or at least try to divert it so the rest of you guys can escape." "No, I'm going to." Steve says. Taylor starts to object but is silenced. "Me too." Adds Rand. "I'm going to." Clipos says. "Count me in." Blake adds. "I'm coming with you, Cap." Jerema says. All the rest of the men sound in, too. "Captain, this is our ship, too. And we're not going to let you wreck itat least not alone." Lakri says with a smile. Taylor grins back. "But what about the Yione?" she asks. "They can take care of themselves while we take care of the Destroyer." Portis says. "We?" Taylor repeats. "Yeah, I'm going with you." "I don't think so." Taylor tells him. "I have to...I...it might be the only way." "...the only way what?" she says. "Nevermind...I...there's no time now." Portis says. "We must hurry." "Fine." Taylor sighs. "Get the council out of our ship and get the Yione the hell out of here. We got a monster to stop." The next few minutes are spent getting everyone on board their respective ships. The Callaway takes off first in an attempt to keep the Destroyer away from the Yione. They immediately begin firing upon it but their blasts seem to have little effect. They successfully dodge a few strikes by the Destroyer's tendrils. "Come on, come on." Taylor says to herself. One of the tendrils scrapes the right side of the Callaway but the crew manages to retain control of the ship. The Yione ships take off and the Destroyer, perhaps sensing the great power hidden within the Yione, abandons its attack on the Callaway to go after them. "No!" "Captain" Lakri breathes. "I know, I know." Taylor responds. "Ready the Hagashi Megatron charges!" she commands. "Will do." shout Steve and Blake in unison. "Fire one!" The charge seems to do a little damage as the Destroyer hisses in pain. "Not good enough!" Lakri shouts. "Fire charges two, three, and four!" Taylor commands. "What?" Lakri says. "Do it!" she shouts. The charges land dead center in the Destroyer's body. It roars and spins around to face them. With incredible speed it whips all eight of its tendrils at the Callaway. "No!" They're able to avoid five of the tendrils but three hit and send them falling to Yione's surface. "BRACE YOURSELF!!!" Taylor's scream echoes in the minds of the rest of the crew. Luckily, they're able to maneuver the ship around so that when it hits it skids along the surface and comes to a stop against a mountain. Surprisingly, the ship is not ripped apart but will require much bodywork. Taylor twisted her back in the crash and crawls out of a hole in the ship's hull. A few other crewmembers are also lying on the ground while others are carrying their comrades out to safety. Taylor doesn't notice much of this, though, because her attention is focused on the fate of the Yione. The pain in her back threatens to overwhelm her but she looks up and prays that they make it safely away. Some blood from a cut on her forehead starts to seep into her eyes. She wipes it away just in time to see two Yione ships being sucked into the Destroyer's mouth. "NO!" she cries out. The Destroyer then fires a blast at the planet that smashes a deep canyon into the planet's surface. Violent tremors shake the ground and lava erupts from several points on Yione. The sky darkens a touch from the smoke and it starts to rain soot and debris. "Captain! We've lost five men and another one is critically hurt!" Lakri shouts. "No, damnit!" Taylor says. She starts to look around but screams as her back pain flares up. "This is all my fault." She says through gritted teeth. "If only I hadI had" Her words are lost in her grunts of exertion and pain. "This was my first mission and I f'd it up!" Her muscles tense up as adrenaline flows through her veins. Blood oozes down her nose and from her lip. She tries to get to her feet but the pain is too much. She clutches at her back as she falls face-first in the dirt. She struggles to look up and sees the remaining Yione ships being sucked into the Destroyer. "No" she whispers. "Nooo!" she shouts as she punches at the ground. "DAMNIT!" she screams in rage. Suddenly, unbeknownst to Taylor, a white light starts emanating from within the ship. The light is so powerful and so bright that it shines through all of the cracks in the ship. The light then fades and Portis walks from the same hole in the hull Taylor walked out of. He walks up behind Taylor as she tries again to get to her feet. The pain is excruciating but she still continues. Suddenly, it feels as though she's being lifted to her feet somehow. She turns to where her crew lies and sees the dead bodies of men who were not just her soldiers but were her friends. Joseph, a baby-faced sniper who was following a long line of soldiers in his family. Terrance, who had it in him to be a master strategist. Zach, the smooth-talking heavy arms expert. Wally, the introverted unarmed combat specialist. And Spike, who was an inspiration to the entire crew. Bradford Williams lay dying as well. He was a very promising young man who Taylor saw as an eventual captain himself. These six men had been through a lot with Taylor. They had fought many a battle together and they were all so excited to see Taylor promoted. But now she had failed them. They put their lives in her hands and she had failed. The remaining thirteen men on her crew did not escape unscathed. Blood was caked on many of their faces and several appeared to have broken bones. The anger she felt at watching the Yione's die was nothing compared to the fury that engulfed her upon seeing her crew, her friends, lay dead or dying. Taylor began trembling with rage, her teeth gritted in an animalistic snarl and her hands clenched tightly. She doesn't notice Portis behind her, a faint glowing coming from him. Without words he steps inside her and she feels a power she's never felt before. Her rage continues unabated as dark, ominous clouds fill the sky. Sections of the ground split apart as the seismic activity increases. Loud thunder booms in the distance and lightning bolts strike Yione's surface. Bestial grunts and growls come from Taylor's lips as her anger grows. The thoughts of her men being killed and knowing her own death is imminent fill her head. The rage threatens to overcome her. Taylor feels weird sensations throughout her body. Her eyes flash a vibrant green then return to their normal light brown. They flash green again then back to brown. The lightning bolts pepper the ground and the thunder keeps up. Her trembling intensifies as wave after wave of anger and power wash over her. Her eyes flash back and forth between green and brown a few more times as she feels her body start to grow. A deep rumbling growl comes from her chest. Her mid-neck length black hair starts to slowly turn green and grow longer. Taylor's arms grow fastest and soon greenish biceps split the sleeves of her black sweater. "Captain!" shouts Lakri. The rest of the crew murmurs as they stare, shocked, at Taylor's appearance. They watch as her eyes change colors a few more times, her hair grows longer, and her body enlarges. They find themselves gawking at her chest as her breasts balloon up and tug at her sweater. Taylor's white cotton bra cannot contain her growing mammary glands and it rips in two and falls to the ground. The sweater has become so tight that you can see Taylor's an innie and you can count the individual muscles of her rippling abdomen. The button fly on Taylor's leather pants pops off and the zipper slides down as her hips widen. Taylor's black gloves get so tight that you can see her knuckles. The black leather splits down the back of her hand. Her dark blue vest hides some of the progress her breasts have made in destroying her sweater. Her abdominals hardening, Taylor's grunts grow louder and deeper by the second. Her black leather pants crack open as her mighty thighs show themselves. Her calves tear apart her pant legs as they slide upwards and out of her black boots. Her sweater expands around her thickening neck but her vest does not. It starts to choke her until she rips it off with one tug. The Lycra material stretches until a rip starts down the middle. The shoulder seams burst open with green flesh. Finally, with a throaty roar to the Destroyer, Taylor's skin becomes nearly all green. Her eyes are now a beautiful, rich green and her hair is around mid-back. Her hair is a scraggly black with many green highlights. She's around six and a half feet tall. Her breasts have grown to the point that her sweater is more like a second skin now, her nipples showing through the taut Lycra. It's also pulled away from her pants, revealing a glistening six-pack. Her forearms are also stretching the sweater and her right thumb has ripped through the black leather of her glove. Her leather combat boots crack open at the toe and her foot comes through. Her white cotton socks have more give in them and thus remain intact. The lightning and thunder continue on, mimicking the maelstrom raging inside of Taylor. "Give in." a soft voice says inside her head. "What?" she says. "Give in to the power. It's our only hope." The voice says. "Who" she asks. "It's mePortis." "Wha" "Do it. Remember your friends, your crew." As Portis' words ring in her mind Taylor feels the burning, inescapable rage re-enter her mind. She roars and her body responds. She grows several inches almost immediately. Her muscles tense up and grow, too. She grows irritated by the sweater rubbing up against her neck and tears it off. Her massive breasts heave up and down as she gasps for air. Her belt is chafing against her svelte stomach so she rips it off her. A large chunk of her pants come off in her hands as well. The only remaining pieces of clothing on her are the bottom of her pant legs, her socks, and what's left of her boots. Her socks, pulled up to her knees, tear at the tops where her calves have become rock-hard and diamond shape. Her now emerald toes test the elasticity of the cotton socks and make an appearance as they rip through the fabric and shred them. Her clothes are now merely tattered rags laying beneath her as she stands stark naked. "Oh, my God!" shout many of the crew. Others are speechless. None can move, they are all transfixed by this incredible transformation that has happened right in front of them. This new creature, standing nearly seven feet tall with shimmering green skin and powerful looking muscles, glares up at the Destroyer. A sprinkling of sweat dots her body. Her rock-hard abs move ever so slightly as she breathes deeply. She slowly looks over at the crew. "Aw, crap!" Clipos says. The men almost have a simultaneous bowel movement as she exhales and opens her mouth to speak. "Take cover."