Previous Threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Space%20Pirate%20Naga%20Questhttp://archive.moe/tg/search/subject/Space%20Pirate%20Naga%20Quest/Twitter: https://twitter.com/CapnsQuartersPastebin of Noteworthy Persons: http://pastebin.com/gnkg2w8iPastebin of Noteworthy Species, Factions, and Terms/Items: pastebin.com/XP1Nx7Qj---There are rumors that Nagas and Lamias are not the oldest species in the sprawl. That there are other alien species out there as old as or older than those two. Rumors corroborated with unidentifiable ruins, unexplainable phenomena like the Spindlemen, and ancient Nagan and Lamian technologies that not even their modern day counterparts seem to understand. The Central Aristocracy and the New Phidia Foundation alike are quick deny these rumors or that they had any part in the current absence of any hypothetically rival species. Almost as quick as they are to secure these unexplained ruins and technologies and shut out anyone else trying to investigate them.
>>35586462You don’t put much thought to those sorts of things, though, for you have more pressing life and death matters to attend to. Like always. For you are the infamous Pirate Captain Valdessa Atroxius of the fearsome pirate vessel The Sol Regret, and after braving an ancient Lamia ruin filled with a still active thoughtcaster bot beaming propaganda directly into your brain, you barely got out of that accursed place with your life and sanity intact. You managed to get the treasure you were looking for as well as some weird cylinder with a toggle on one side that you ripped out of that damn robot, but now you have bigger problems.Shirtless, cat-eared, muscular problems by the name of Admiral Kytan Graveside, perching atop the unconscious body of some local gigafauna that he no doubt punched out singlehandedly and scowling down at you.“There is nowhere for you to run this time, Captain Val! I, Admiral Kytan Graveside, proud servant of the Gatoran Empire and your eternal nemesis, will bring you to justice in the name of the Gatoran Empire! Be honored that you will stand trial on Gato-Gatora itself before your execution!”Ouroboros, all this just for a little trespassing.>Just shoot him. It probably won’t kill that invincible bastard, but you’ll feel better.>Try to figure out how he found you, throwing in a few taunts for good measure.>Wait a minute, you got a giant robot, right?>Writein
>>35586479Finally, piracy!>Just shoot him. It probably won’t kill that invincible bastard, but you’ll feel better.
>>35586479>Just shoot him.>Then Giant Robot.
>>35586479>Try to figure out how he found you, throwing in a few taunts for good measure.THEN shoot.
>>35586479>Wait a minute, you got a giant robot, right?No time for adversity!
>>35586479>Just shoot him. It probably won’t kill that invincible bastard, but you’ll feel better.
>>35586479gentle reminder we have a mind control (?) crystal we could totally use and hope for the best with.Also, maybe some>Try to figure out how he found you, throwing in a few taunts for good measure.because I am curious.
Shoot first, ask questions later. Also giant robots.Writing.
>>35586711Shooting first is tradition!
Before you even think about responding, you hand slips into your jacket and you plant a shot from your plaslock pistol right between his eyes. His head snaps back and you entertain the thought that maybe, just maybe, you finally did him in, only for any such hopes to be dashed when he whips his head back around to scowl at you some more, rounded bullet from your pistol clutched perfectly between those angry brows of his. What bothers you the most were how relaxed the two armed guards he brought with him were, like they didn’t even consider it a possibility that you could harm their admiral. At least you were able to use that time to send a quick text to the ship and tell your newest crewmate to prove her worth.“You went an awful long way just to find me, Kitten.” his brow furrows so deep the pistol shot cracks clean in two and tumbles down his face, completely ignored by the stern lion maned man. “Mind telling a lady how exactly you tracked her this far out?”He somehow leaps off the felled beast without even getting up from his sitting position, landing across the clearing from you, just far enough for the classic standoff banter.“As a lady, I owe you nothing for you are perhaps the furthest thing from one I have ever met. As my nemesis, I put a tracker on your ship during the birthday party for the young lady Aureo-Flava.”Wait seriously? Damn, why didn’t you think of that?“Ain’t that a bit underhanded for one as ‘honorable’ as you, Kitten?”“I tagged the slippery snake as it tried to squirm away once more, but I shall still strike you down in honorable combat. Or do you have any more cowardly tactics up your sleeve like you did in space?”
>>35587039You smirk just enough to give him a good view of your fangs, the sunlight glinting off of them. “Just one: Robot.”One of his catlike ears twitches in confusion and he raises an eyebrow at you. “Robot?”Before he can say anymore, a giant metal foot lands directly on top of him, eliciting girlish screams of fright and worry from his two guards, much to your delight.“Yeah, robot.”>He’s done for, gloat in your victory for a bit.>Well that maybe slowed him down, time to hightail it out of here!>Take his guardsmen hostage for when he inevitably comes out of that one unscathed.>Writein
>>35587061>>Well that maybe slowed him down, time to hightail it out of here!>Take his guardsmen hostage for when he inevitably comes out of that one unscathed.Can we lock a few of 'em in one of those lamia padded rooms for reforms?
>>35587061>Well that maybe slowed him down, time to hightail it out of here!No unsporting moves!
>>35587061>Well that maybe slowed him down, time to hightail it out of here!
>>35587061>Well that maybe slowed him down, time to hightail it out of here!Buh-bye kitten!
Time to run away and live to loot another day.Writing.
>>35587265Everyone knows that gloating is dumb, and while kidnapping has its place, this is not so desperate a situation as to prompt it.
Hopefully we can get back with our spoils of adventure....did we get any spoils? I forgot since last time.
“Alright, that should daze him long enough for us to get a nice headstart. Isis, you hold down your foot for as long as possible and then fly after us. The rest of you: tail it!”The giant robot gives you a salute as you start slithering off through the woods with your crew in tow. “Halt, criminal scum!”You look over to see one of the soldiers pointing their gun at you. You can’t see their face under that sealed helmet and bulky armor, but their gun is trembling oh so slightly and his voice seems a little too high to be confident in himself.“Come one, kiddo, I crushed your boss and have a gun toting robot on my side. No need to go and get yourself killed.”Apparently the other soldier agrees, putting his hand on his fellow’s gun and lowering it for him with a gentle pat on the shoulder. You don’t stick around for the camaraderie lesson since you have things to steal and daring escapes to make, but this is great! You may not have wanted Kytan to bully his way into your temple raid caper, but it’s nice to see things go your way for once.And that’s when you slam face first into a clear, hazy wall. Then three of its brothers flare to life around you. You try shooting them, only for your shots to bounce off ineffectually. Damn! They’re the same kind of shields you ran into on Gibs-12. Thankfully, the top isn’t sealed even if you have no way of getting there.The sound of groaning metal from the direction of the temple tells you that your headstart is coming to its end.>Tell Isis to come back and pick you up even if Kytan will be hot on her heels.>Have Cernu work her plant magic to life you guys out of there.>You still have some explosives, right? Try tunneling under.>Writein
>>35587522>Have Cernu work her plant magic to life you guys out of there.
>>35587522>>You still have some explosives, right? Try tunneling under.Explosives are NEVER wrong.
>>35587522>Tell Isis to come back and pick you up even if Kytan will be hot on her heels.She should be faster
It's Cernu time!Writing.
>>35587522>Tell Isis to come back and pick us up.
>>35587684No Valdessa, no!Yes Valdessa, yes!
What does 'life-ing us out' even entail?
>>35587684Save us waifu!>>35587829Vines to lift us over maybe. Non-lewd vines.
>>35587522> fuck when in doubt bring the dynamite out!
>>35587974> fuck when in doubt A great idea, but I dunno if Cernu is into exhibitionism anon. Or Valdessa for that matter. AND we're pressed for time!
“Seeing as we’re surrounded by jungle and all, Cernu, do you think you could-“You don’t even get to finish your sentence before the ground beneath you started rumbling, a massive flower erupting from all around you, growing high above the shield walls and carrying all of you with it. It even had dangling vinelike growths to slide back down.“The seed desired life, and as you command I serve, my captain.” Cernu gave a slight bow and a smile before trouncing off towards the edge of the flower. Boros, you could watch her trounce all day…later. Has to be later. Right now, you need to escape the jungle and make it back to your ship. You can’t be too much farther now, and you’re so close to that lost treasure you can taste it–“Halt, criminal scum!”The forest around you seems to come alive as dozens ghilly suit wearing Gatorans stand up, guns trained square on you.“Miscreant known as Captain Valdessa Atroxius, you are hereby sentenced to crimes of–”“INTRUDERS!” A voice hisses through the woods, interrupting the soldier. You all look to see the source of it, finding a massive score of primitive amphibiods, slick-skinned and spear-wielding, chasing a headless body in a labcoat. Even more of them seem to merely phase into existence from the trees above you, surrounding those that surrounded you.“Oh goodie! I found my body, captain!” Doctor Lorelei’s head shouts from Cernu’s arms.“That’s great, Doc.”The presumed leader of the bunch points an angry spear in your direction, his already bulbous eyes threatening to bulge out of their sockets.“You! Savior or Usurper?!”“…huh?”“Savior. Or. Usurper?!>”Savior.” You can pretend to be a Lamia just this once>”Usurper.” You’ll be damned if you ever let anyone mistake you for a Lamia, even if it kills you >”I’m Captain Val.”>Writein
>>35588133>”I’m Captain Val.”
>>35588181> I am the chosen one of the prophecy
>>35588202This almost every primitive culture has some sort of legendary prophecy
>>35588202I second this
>>35588202>>35588214>>35588233I dunno, that sounds very much like it'll backfire. Isn't even hard. "The prophecy?! So you are the ancient evil prophesized!" or whatever.
>>35588133>"I wasn't planning to stay around long enough to do either really."
Be yourself, but maybe with a little prophecy nonsense thrown in if things go south?Writing.
>>35588202Let's rephrase it to something like " I am the hero of your people the one prophesized to save the universe!"
>>35588315Well, I hope it doesn't go to shit!
Am I the only one who thinks the right answer was usurper?
>>35588489Sorry forgot to turn my tripcode off
“Neither!” You proudly proclaim. “I’m just me. Captain Valdessa Atroxius.”There’s still an awful lot of spears pointed at you.“You know, from the prophecy maybe?”Murmurs spread through the throng of primitives. You only catch key phrases, things like “the dark one” and “ten thousand generations of ruin and despair”. Maybe you should have specified which prophecy. Another one of them jumps forth next to one that addressed you.“Slay it! Slay the Doombringer! We have already met her Headless Herald of Hate dressed in the blood of lives unknown and she wears the skin of the false saviors! Destroy it before it destroys us!”“No!” Their chieftain shouts back. “She is the Joybringer! She bears the body of the bane of the false saviors and look!” He points a slimy looking finger at Cernu “She communes with the spirit of the jungles itself!” Both you and Cernu have to stifle a giggle at that one.Boros, your ancestors really fucked up these poor bastards. You approach them slowly, holding out your hands to show them you mean them no harm.“Now look guys, I don’t think it matters if I’m the Doombringer or the Joybringer, what matters is–”“Look!” Yet another one of the damn things shouts, pointing at the cylinder you pilfered from the ruins. “The heart of the Mindtaker! She has slain the Undying Tormentor!” A cheer goes up through the crowd of primitives. “Yes! That’s right! I killed the Undulating Mindtaker or whatever! And now I’m going to board my, uh, heaven…boat? And take it to the depths of the darkest void so that it may never harm you guys again!” Another cheer goes up through the crowd. “BUT! These…fiends of the false saviors?” you motion towards the Gatorans “Want to keep the heart here and…revive the Mindtaker?”
>>35588948Being a prophecy foretold is harder than you thought, but it seems to be working as they all turn their spears from you to the Gatorans surrounding you. They have yet to open fire, but the Gatoran soldiers are refusing to back down.“Stand down, soldiers!” A throaty growl echoes through the trees, breaking the tension. “We are intruding on the homeland of an unidentified species. To war with them would be both illegal and dishonorable in the eyes of the Gatoran Empire and the collective sprawl governments alike.”The singed, muddy, but otherwise unharmed Gatoran addresses you directly. “You win this time, Captain Val, but I am not worried. Our fight will come someday soon.”You’ve got the best nemesis.>”Maybe next time, Kitten.”>”How’d you get so tough, anyways?”>Say nothing and just walk away with your new primitive escort>Writein
>>35588971>>”How’d the hell you get so tough, anyways?”
>>35588971>”Maybe next time, Kitten.”
>>35588971>”How’d you get so tough, anyways?”
>>35588971>”Maybe next time, Kitten.”>”How’d you get so tough, anyways?”Why not both?
Fond farewells, a little questioning, and we're off.Writing.
“Maybe you’ll get that fight next time, Kitten. Probably not, but maybe.”“Just you wait, snake, one day you’ll find yourself with nowhere else to slither to and on that day it will be my hand that strikes you down.”“You know, you only have yourself to blame for this. If you weren’t so hard to kill, folks like me probably wouldn’t run away quite so much. How’d you get like that, anyways?”The burly admiral folds his massive arms across his broad chest, seeming to flex even when relaxed. “I’ll make a deal with you, Captain. From one nemesis to another: on the day that you face in single combat, I shall tell you how I became the pride of the Gatoran Empire.”Well, that’ll have to do for now. With your nemesisly duties taken care of, you make your way out the thick jungles of this backwater planet, a procession of primitives following you, your exit turned into a parade by all the strange instruments they produced from Boros knows where to celebrate the death of that damn robot. Not that you blame them, that thing was almost as annoying as a Lamia preaching at you in the flesh.As you head up the cargo ramp of The Sol Regret, you turn to regard your new followers? Worshippers? Suckers? Whatever they are, you feel like you at least owe them a speech.
>>35589800“Farewell, my new and many friends! I must return to the heavens with the, uh, undying heart thing to seal it away such that it may never do you harm again! My time upon this realm may have been short and I may have been prophesized to bring joy and peace to this land, but know this: I have given you the gift of freedom! Live in the joy that your future is no longer stifled or controlled by the lies of false saviors, and know that the only lasting peace you can be given is that which you attain by your own hands! Be free, be joyous, and be at peace!”“But why are you taking Malekka-shi’thi, She That Speaks In Vines And Sighs?” A voice cuts through the crowd.“To, uh, help me seal the heart. Only nature can defeat something as unnatural as this monstrosity. Her…cousin Mechalatte-city? shall watch over you in the meantime. Be well, my friends!” Murmurs and nods disperse through the assembly before they return to celebrating, so apparently they bought it.The moment you get back to the bridge you tell everyone to get you out of there right this Boros-damned minute. Now that you have a bit of free time, >Take your new find to the techheads before you start playing with it indiscriminately>Start playing with your new toy indiscriminately>Get a drink. Preferably something taller than a skyscraper and stiffer than robot’s corpse>Writein
>>35589818>Start playing with your new toy indiscriminately
>>35589818>Take your new find to the techheads before you start playing with it indiscriminately
>>35589818>Get a drink. Preferably something taller than a skyscraper and stiffer than robot’s corpse>Take your new find to the techheads before you start playing with it indiscriminately
>>35589818>Start playing with your new toy indiscriminatelyWhat could go wrong? Nothing.
>>35589818>Get a drink. Preferably something taller than a skyscraper and stiffer than robot’s corpse>Victory-cuddle with your first mate
Drunk science time!Writing.
>>35590059Now is not the time for cuddling. That comes later.
>>35590088It's always later in MY world! In fact, it became later while I was writing this post!
>>35589818>Get the tracking device found and gone
>>35590485yeah we should probably do that, I would have voted for it except I only just got in the thread
Before you do anything, you go and grab about three or four bottles of rum to tide you over before you get into the heavy drinking later on. Maybe you’ll see if Cernu can live up to her new moniker and speak to you in vines and sighs – no, not yet. Gotta stay focused and find out what your new loot can do. You leave the empty bottle in the mess hall, pop open another one and clip the rest to your belt as you make your way to your maintenance room where the techies all hang out. Aw, what the Boros, you tell Cernu to meet you there too.“Ahoy there, tech heads, tell me what this damn thing is.” You greet Toshka and Texaport as you unceremoniously plunk the cylinder down onto a nearby flat surface. Toshka gives you a look that you’re pretty sure insinuates some things about your own intelligence that if she said aloud you could probably consider it insubordination.“Do I look like some kinda drekkin dusthunter to you? I deal with the here and now, not some rocks from the stone age.”“So what you’re saying is you can’t figure it out.” You shoot back.“Naw, I’m saying it ain’t my problem.”“Toshka is right.” Texaport cuts in. “Not a computer. Not even a machine. Biocore.”“I hope that means you’re about to tell me what a biocore is, Texa.”
>>35590485(Noted)>>35590560He grabs the cylinder and begins shuffling it around his many hands, examining it from every angle. “Exactly what it sounds like. Biological core. Used often in Jerghintos. No better method of data storage than the brain itself. Biocore is compressed brain matter, essentially. A trillion trillion minor permutations to the base Spindleman design extracted from the long dead memories of an entire planet’s worth of minds contained within a single biocore on Jerghintos, all devoted to one function. This design seems to be more…rudimentary. More spacious. Doubt it contains enough data to do much of anything. Also is damaged. No telling how that will affect functionality.”“Then you can tell me what it does?” You venture.He hands the biocore back to you with a slight smile on his usually expressionless face. “Absolutely not. Only way to know is to turn it on.”“It appears there is only one thing left to do, captain.” Cernu offers.You look back at the biocore. The toggle switch is currently in the middle, what you assume to be the “off” position. It looks like you can either toggle it up or down.>Toggle it up>Toggle it down>Make someone else do it (specify who)>Writein
>>35590577>Toggle it upSure.
>>35590577>Toggle it up
>>35590577>Toggle it down
Looks like we up, up, up for the good showWriting
>>35590818Well it's basically just guessing so it doesn't matter much what won.
>>35590859Just because we're guessing doesn't mean it won't matter.
You take a deep breath and deeper swig of rum to ready yourself before messing with the device.“Since you can’t help me here Toshka, go find out where our admiral friend bugged my ship and get rid of it. Oh, and if I get us all killed here, I regret nothing.”Before anyone can protest, you close your eyes and flip the switch forward. Suddenly, your body goes rigid as power surges through it and you’re overwhelmed by a dominating sensation of…wait a minute nothing is happening except maybe a slight feeling of dizziness. That’s when you open your eyes and notice everyone locked in place and clutching their heads.“What happened to you guys? I got nothing on my end.” You query as you flip the biocore back off.“I don’t even drekkin know!” Toshka exclaims, caught in the doorway when the machine closed. “It’s like somethin’ bashed its way into my brain and forced me to think its thoughts, but it was all fuzzy. There was lots of vines and skin and two green fruits I think? And maybe you, captain? It hurt like getting your braincase hacked into is all I know.”“I believe…I believe we were thinking the Captain’s thoughts.” You look over at Cernu and see her blushing so deep that she looks the shade of the jungles you just left.
>>35591406“Then that means I just saw…aw gross, Cap, I didn’t need to see that! I gotta go find me some brain bleach after that!” Toshka tromps off, grumbling about how she can never eat mangoes again.“That is an…unconventional method of systems inspections, Captain. Inefficient. Inaccurate. Perhaps reason for recent hiccups in hyperdrive function…”“Say Texaport, what do you think the range is on this thing, anyways?” You manage to ask after several long, awkward seconds of silence.“No way to tell. Save asking the crew.”Well that’s just dandy.>Damage control! Time to see just how far you broadcast your thoughts.>Go for broke and try the other side.>No more science today, time to just accept it and get drunk.>Write in
>>35591429>Go for broke and try the other side.For SCIENCE!
>>35591429>Damage control! Time to see just how far you broadcast your thoughts.Shitshitshit
>>35591429>Damage control! Time to see just how far you broadcast your thoughts.
Damage control it is!Writing.
You decide to head back to the mess hall since that’s where you’ll find the most people in one area. You -really- hope it didn’t broadcast that far. “Don’t get too tied up in your worries, captain!” Texaport calls after you as you rush off. Damn him and his puns, but you don’t have time to deal with that now!You burst into the mess hall in a huff, drawing the eyes of nearly everyone in the room. You tug on your jacket and adjust your hat to try to play it cool, getting some (lots) more rum and a plate of food. Before you can even find a seat, someone has already called your name.“Oh hi there, Val!” The cheery voice of Lorelei calls out to you. “You look a little pale, would like a vivisection to see what’s wrong?”You REALLY don’t have time for her creepiness today.“Actually, I was wondering about -your- health. You haven’t had any strange headaches or hallucinations lately, have you?”“If you mean how we all just got thoughtcasted a fantasy of you and–”“Nope!” You cut her off. “That never happened!” You announce to the entire mess hall. “What you felt was…the dying throes of the AI we destroyed trying to make your good captain look bad! That’s it! Go back to your meal safe in the comfort that we killed the damn thing for good!”Cooler than ice, you are. They totally don’t suspect a thing.>Sit down and keep eating. Nothing wrong here! Totally cool.>Give up on putting on airs and retreat to the Green Room. With more alcohol, of course.>Try toggling the biocore down. Maybe it’ll erase their memories of the last few minutes if you’re lucky.>Write in
>>35592083>Give up on putting on airs and retreat to the Green Room. With more alcohol, of course.
>>35592083>Lamia blush>LamiaWHAT DID YOU DO WITH CAPN!?>Try toggling the biocore down. Maybe it’ll erase their memories of the last few minutes if you’re lucky.
>>35592083>Sit down and keep eating. Nothing wrong here! Totally cool.>Try toggling the biocore down. Maybe it’ll erase their memories of the last few minutes if you’re lucky.
>>35592083>Sit down and keep eating. Nothing wrong here! Totally cool.N-nothing happened you guys!
Looks like we got a tie. Test the biocore and then retreat to your leafy lair sound good?Writing.
>>35592347Yeah, I like it.
>>35592347How do you respond to accusations you are actually a filthy Lamia masquerading as our beloved QM and this is merely the first of many attempts to muddle the pristine image of Valdessa until she is reduced to rubble from your hateful plots?
You try to pretend like that’s the end of it. You take a seat next to Lorelei and ignore her yammering on about how fascinating the locals and their natural camouflage were or how interesting Kytan’s invincibility was while you cram food and alcohol in your face. But no matter how much you try to ignore it, your curiosity gets the better of you and you find yourself staring at the biocore in your hands once more. If flipping the switch up broadcast your thoughts to everyone, then maybe flipping it down will–The smell of wet copper in the air as the scalpel makes a fresh cut.The tactile sensation of shooting some sort of heavy automatic gun. Forever.A space shanty sung with a crew of brigands during hard labor.Lazy humming as newborn volcanoes erupt on the blackened earth around you.An overwhelming sensation of ‘fast’.Neon lights and synthetic nicotine smokeTwisting labyrinths that all seem to have their own gravitational pull covered with uncountable pale limbs traveling to and fro in perfect unionNumbers and data coalesced into impossible archaeologies, all navigated with pinpoint precisionTwo people you don’t recognize dancing to the most beautiful music you’ve never heardThe exact same fantasy you broadcast a few minutes ago from a slightly different perspective.–you manage to toggle the switch back neutral despite all those sensations and more overwhelming your mind all at once and mingling together. That was…something else, to say the least. They were more of memories than sights or thoughts as all five senses were assaulted, as well as certain senses you’re pretty sure are unique to all the various species on your ship. Though now you feel simultaneously drained and jittery from everything you just experienced.
>>35593043“Are you sure you don’t need a vivisection, Val?” Lorelei looks up at you from her vantage point at your elbow. “Positive. It’s been a long day, I just need a nap.” Bottles scatter the green room as your head lays in Cernu’s lap, your first mate gently stroking your hair.“I think they know about us, Cernu.”This causes her to stop stroking your hair and pull her face towards her.“You were trying to keep us a secret?”Blood rushes to your face, not just because of all the rum you’ve downed recently.“…maybe a little?”Cernu just giggles and leans forward to kiss your foreheard.“I would like to try what you were thinking of.”END OF THREAD FIFTEEN
>>35593072Thanks for running! Nice ending.
>>35593072Thanks for running.
And that's all for today, folks! Sorry for the short session, but I gotta do a thing with my friends.>>35592666You really think a proud member of the noble Naga species would be caught blushing in public like that? I had to make do with the materials I had
>>35593072Thanks for running, guy.Though I missed like half the thread for reasons.
>>35593072great thread capn. hopefully it won't be as long til the next one.
>>35593102Are you implying Nagas are emotionless monsters incapable of feeling emotions? Truly vile Lamia propaganda.
>>35593072Cernu is too lewd! And so is Valdessa. So that works out I guess.Thanks, I only just caught up but it was a good session.
>>35593102Any idea when you can run again?
>>35593178Nonsense, they're just so much more composed than those frilly, overemotional slugs.>>35593223I'll still be around for a while if you have any questions, I just can't quest.>>35593319Not sure. Maybe next Friday, maybe later.
>>35593366>maybe later ;_;
>>35593366Well it'd be nice to know more about what exactly toggling the core down did, but that feels like more of an in-story clarification kinda situation I guess.
>>35593514I think we read other people's thoughts.
>>35593514You read everyone else's thoughts like >>35593851 said. Each line belongs to a different character.