Welcome back, bold cavaliers, to the one hundred and fourth installment of Mecha Space Pirate Quest! I'm Wong, your host, and today you are once again Sir Gaius Wesker, the identity assumed by Heinrich "Caesar" Merrow, formerly of the UJCIDF and pilot of the King Swordfish.Previous Threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Mecha+Space+Pirate+Quest%2C+Collective+Game%2C+mechahttp://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Mecha%20Space%20Pirate%20QuestMaster Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/sSHs0QmFRogues' Gallery: http://pastebin.com/E9ZcDLfGFleet Gallery: https://pastebin.com/MN2ZNnBm (NEW!)Brazilia's Kawaii Space Jam Gallery: http://pastebin.com/pZtRmbWSFirstly, my apologies for being a day late, yesterday on my way home from work my father called to let me know his car was stuck in a ditch after skidding on some ice and asked if I could give him a hand, so I did. After that, he insisted on feeding me, drinking alcohol, and talking about family. I didn't have my laptop and couldn't in good conscience drive drunk or skip out on my dad, so I had to spend the night and wasn't able to run. I'm sorry.Last time we saw Caesar, he'd just had a perhaps uncomfortably intimate moment with the lovely Countess Tabitha Roosevelt, which culminated in a kiss. This is a problem, because you're here to rescue your real girlfriend, Naomi Heim, the clone of the Avalonian "goddess". Before you and Tabitha could talk about that, though, you heard the sound of screams and breaking glass on the train the two of you are on.
>>2200946And then due to captcha shitting itself unless you try several times to post, my trip was lost. Oh well, here I am.
I'm sure we'll get out of this situation just fine, I mean what could possibly go wrong?
>>2200946Evening Wong, hope your winter holidays went well
>>2200946AWAKEN MY KESTRELS!
What the fuck is going on? The prophecy said you would die and be reborn as a cute anime waifu, the fuck is this shit? "Wong"? Where the hell is "Wongita" or "Wongia" or muddafuggen "Wongy"?
>>2200979Can you give me a quick rundown on the prophecy?>>2200956>>2200962>>2200946Happy New Year Everyone!How are you guys doing?Too many people in my house for far too long... I need a rest... So I'll probably go to sleep soon tonight.
>>2200988Happy new year to you too BR-Chan
>>2200988Happy New Year
So, first things first. We need a vote.Roarke recently heard that rumor about CCC still being alive and in hiding in a gang-controlled area. Should he...>[Check it out now]>[Ignore it until he's sure California Station is pacified]
>>2201012>>[Check it out now]Take it to the limit.
>>2201012>>[Check it out now]He is in danger and if we know others must know. Sure it could be a trap but Roarke has always been willing to run headlong into a trap to save his family.
>>2201012ONO This vote>[Check it out now]It's a bad decision as commander but totally something Roarke would dooooo
>>2201012>>[Check it out now]The funk soul brotha.
>>2201012>[Ignore it until the station is secure]One thing at a time.
>>2201012>>[Ignore it until he's sure California Station is pacified]You have no idea how much I missed this.
>>2201012>[Ignore it until he's sure California Station is pacified]
The sounds of screams and broken glass are joined not a moment later by the sound of gunfire.Getting down seems like a good idea, even though you don't know what's happening and have only a split second to decide, you grab the Countess and pull her down between the seats of your compartment. It proves to be a wise move, as the ugly chuddering sound of an automatic slugthrower gun echoes through the train, and splinters rain down on you from above. Some big, ugly piece of hardware just opened up on your location, and if you hadn't dove for the ground your heads would be a crimson smear by now. Tabitha hands you your helmet, and you put it on. "Who?" You ask curtly."No idea. We're on Lorien! My planet! A safe, peaceful world! There's no way a Jovian strike team could have made it here!" She has a gun in her hand. You grunt noncommittally, "Maybe, maybe not."You look across the narrow aisle down the center of the train. There's a rather pudgy fellow hunkering down across from you, visible through the open door of his compartment, his fine clothes and their distinct lack of the sort of heraldry you've seen on the various Avalonian nobles and their servants so far making you think he's some sort of merchant, and the logo on his bag seems to support that. If nobody does anything, people are going to die, innocent people.You pull your shortsword off your belt, "Tabitha, could you...?""Cover you? Yes. Go forth, Sir Gaius, and punish these trespassers. I'd like one alive for questioning, but go for the kill unless there's absolutely no risk to you in the process."That statement worries you. It's not like her. "A soldier's life isn't about avoiding risk. You can't just..." You don't want to say 'let your feelings get in the way', but it's true.She puts her hand on your arm with a sad smile, "I know. Your life matters regardless. There are things you still need to do, remember? Now go!" She gives you a little push. There's broken glass on the floor from where errant shots blew out the internal windows of some of the compartments, you grab a piece and angle it for a dim reflected view of the end of the hallway. It's not a mirror, the two moving figures at the other end of the...you're not sure what the different segments of a train are called...cars maybe? The two moving figures at the other end of the car, for lack of a better word, are more or less blurs wearing blue and gold.>[Charge]>[Do something to distract them. If so, what?]
>>2201080>>[Do something to distract them. If so, what?]Shout "Grenade" and throw something vaguely spheroid down the hallway?
>>2201080Also, before you say, rather sternly, "Wong, NOBODY is going to vote to charge, that's SILLY", keep in mind Caesar is wearing heavy multipolymer plate. It's not quite as good as powered armor, but that's mostly because it doesn't have all the special features, its SP is roughly the same (and it doesn't need a power supply except for the helmet's extra functions, like night vision).
>>2201080>[Charge]Oh great now Lori is either being framed for this or her troops she left here are going rogue.
>>2201080THIS>>2201086Then change position to somewhere closer to them while they try to avoid it, then pull a suprise attack on them.
>>2201095Probably a bit of both, I bet that this is a Pinkhaired-plan to use deceive Lori's troops into going rogue by making them think that Lori was betrayed or something.We may be able to use it against her if we can play this right, as they would gain motive to rebel agaisnt the usual powers if we play our cards right.But of course, its just a shot in the dark.
>it's a tieTen minutes and if nobody else votes I'll flip a coin.
>>2201237I'll switch to the Grenade plan then.
Damn the machinegun. You spot a spare magazine for Tabitha's gun on a tidy little mag-holder on her belt, and grab it, bounce it off your palm, and do your best impersonation of an action movie, Ridge of Dawn, you saw back at the Academy with Amos."FRAG OUT!" You bellow, and throw the magazine in a high overhead arc. It's dark, metallic, roughly the right shape if you squint...hopefully enough for the assailants to look up. You whip around the corner regardless, and charge. Their heads do tilt up. You can't see their eyes behind the metallic visors covering their faces and extending back over their ears like a mask, but it looks like it worked.For a moment, and then their guns open up on you.>[Roll 1d10+18]
Rolled 10 + 18 (1d10 + 18)>>2201312What an update Mark!
Rolled 10 + 18 (1d10 + 18)>>2201330Nigga damn.>>2201312just the one or more?
Rolled 2 + 18 (1d10 + 18)>>2201312Well Caesar is doing pretty good
>>2201330>>2201342Alright, their modifier is lower than yours so I won't even bother rolling. Now, give me some 1d10+20s. Yes, +20, Monospears have +2 WA.
Rolled 4 + 20 (1d10 + 20)>>2201352This does not look good for these jobbers.
Also yes, just two attacks were aimed at you, thanks to that trick with the "grenade".
Rolled 2 + 20 (1d10 + 20)>>2201352Spears stronk.
Rolled 2, 1 = 3 (2d10)>>2201355>>2201374
And a couple of 4d6+1s.
Rolled 6, 2, 1, 4 + 1 = 14 (4d6 + 1)>>2201396Poke
Rolled 6, 1, 1, 6 + 1 = 15 (4d6 + 1)>>2201396doink
>>2201387>tfw Caesar cannot into hitting>but they cannot into dodging either
>>2201417>Caesar slips on a banana peel mid rush and ends up sliding right into two of the hijackers who just stand theirTruly a top ace.
You run forward, ducking low. Your arms momentarily go out behind you in the rather ridiculous method you've seen the Storm Dragons do when they run, keeping your shortsword down. Contrary to what most people think, controlling a weapon on full autofire is actually quite difficult. Their large, automatic rifles aren't tripod-mounted like a true machine gun, and their ability to keep a bead on you is limited and those few seconds they're distracted for make all the difference.What Tabitha sees is you ducking under a stream of bullets that whiz over your head and tear up the door on the other end of the carriage, extend your spear with a flick of your wrist, and spin it in a circle almost too fast for her to follow as you draw close. The spearhead, a molecule thick at its edge, dips smoothly beneath the chins of their masks and clips their heads effortlessly from their shoulders, spilling them to the floor. Tabitha tries in vain to use the comms button in the compartment to reach the conductor, but receives no response. "Caesar, this is a remarkably well-planned ambush." She bites her thumbnail, looking around, "They could come at us from anywhere, any ideas?">[What do?]
>>2201447>Rush to the controls of the train, maybe you can get it to start moving to escape
>>2201447>Decouple (or destroy the connection of) the cars toward the rear to potentially cut the enemy in half if we start moving, then work toward the front with the controls.
>>2201456We may want to check our car is even still contacted to the rest of the train
>>2201467You haven't heard or felt anything indicating otherwise, at least.
>>2201447What kind of environment is outside the windows? Maybe getting off the train is the way to go.
>>2201546Would Caesar let all these people die if he could have stopped it though?
>>2201546Dense fields, with stands of trees and patches of forest.
>>2201456If we are still waiting on votesI'll back ThunderBird here, I can't think of anything better
>>2201654No, I have to go to bed early tonight, so this decision and me answering questions will finish things up for now. Last night messed up a lot of my plans, I can't run the whole sequence in one chunk as I'd intended.>>2201623Ahem, forgot the picture.
>>2201681Alrighty wasn't sure what the plan here was
>>2201681>CornfieldsOh great now we have to fight Children of the Corn
Game resumes Saturday
>>2201691>Implying the Children of the Corn don't worship the Lady
>>2201447Also is there any way to signal for help? There should be local forces, or armed nobles.Maybe set a fire?
Running a game this time of year is suffering, game will be Sunday instead of tonight.
>>2207515Boo. How do you come up with mech names in general?
>>2207877At least for me I think up a theme for the naming scheme of the company that makes them, something related to the planet's culture. Like one of the planets I have named their mechs based on predators on their planet.
>>2207877The Zeon method of random syllables is surprisingly effective.
>>2208018> "The best way to defeat a Space Wolf is to wolf his wolf. You must be careful, though, because if the Space Wolf wolfs your wolf first, then your wolf is wolfed." —Attributed to Wolf Rider Volk Wolfclaw, On the Weaknesses of the Space Wolf Doctrine.> "A good way to get into a state of pure wolfness, would be that you shall wolf the wolf until the wolfing wolf wolfs. Then, when the wolf wolfs your wolfness, the wolves of the wild will wolf your wolf up. Wolf!" —Attributed to Wolf Master Jonal Wolfhand, "The Call of the Nightblizzard".> "Wolf wolf wolf wolf wolfity wolf. Wolf wolf, wolfo wolfy wolf wolf wolf. Wolf? Wolf!" —Attributed to Wolf Lord Egil Ironwolf, On the Intricacies of Tactical Wolffare.
awyess MSPQ is back
>>2207877I steal from mythological genres for unique/individual mechs, and non-English (or unused English) terms for types. Usually I'll use say Farsi for one group, German for another, Finnish for a third.
>>2207877Depends on the story of the mech and current themes. I had machines called Tin Soldiers, and the mechs in general called toys, because they were shipped to orphanages during the war to prepare the counter attack.
>>2209393I remember when the Space Wolves didn't Wolf on their wolves so they could wolf when they wolfed. Of course once CA went creatively bankrupt and started to systematically butcher all their IPs that went to shit. If you can even consider a hyperbolic referential setting to be creative, anyway.
>>2209394Asuka a shit though.
>>2210188>Asuka is the shit thoughFixed that for you buddy.
>>2210386If by "The" shit, you mean that she is the embodiment of shit waifu by which we know just what is meant when someone says a waifu is shit.
>>2210462I thought we were talking about Asuka not Rei?
>>2210478Applies to both.EVA 00 is the only best girl.
>>2210499Ramiel is better though
>>2210503Ramiel is impure though.
>>2210499>EVA 00 is the only best girlOnly because she has Rei-1 in her. >>2209406>>2209400>>2208948>>2208018Good advice. Thanks senpaitachi.
>>2210386Rei and Asuka a shit.Maki is beneath even them.
>>2210527Maybe he meant Hikari?
>>2210532>>2210537For worst girl?
>>2210532>>2210527>>2210525>>2210386>>2210518Guys, guys. Let us not fight. We all know who the best girl is, hands down.It's Shinji, with Kaworu as best boy. EVA 01 also works for best mom.
>>2210555>Disliking HikariThis is inconceivably shit taste.
>>2210581>EVA 01 also works for best momYeah against what competition?
>>2210590Naoko was a pretty good mom as far as Eva goes. You know, comparatively.
>>2210583Eh. She enables Asuka.
>>2210595>NaokoYou mean the woman who betrayed her daughter for her lover?
>>2210601Unit 00 pure.
>>2210638Unit 00 gets her insert port pounded by plugs on a daily basis.
>>2210643Rei isn't a person though, so it doesn't count.02 has had Asuka inside it.00 is >>2210601
So anyone watch anything good recently?
>>2210769Grancrest Senki looks good, alongside Garo Vanishing line. Kamen Rider Build's pretty fun too.
>>221067000 is Rei-1, that's why she appears to Shinji and is hostile to Ritsuko. Naoko's brain is in the Magi. 02 is Kyoko Zeppelin Soryu, Asuka's mother. >>2210769For some reason I sat through 2016/17 Berserk. So no.
>>2210802Was it just to see how bad it was?
>>2210811It's way more varying in quality than people make it out to be but still really bad over all. They should have just animated it in the same style as the opening. Nina not looking as much like Griffith as she did in the manga really killed my boner for her.
>>2210836I know how you feel, Silene and Satan look nowhere near as good in Crybaby.
Sick all weekend, fever just starting to abate now, game Tuesday in case I am still ill Monday.
Get well soon
>>2211450QM CUUUUUUUUUUUUUURSE!Get better soon.
>>2211450So long as it's not a japanese cold, you should be fine.
>>2211450May you get well soon, Wong.:(
>>2216933Doing okay, Mr. Wong?
>>2216933Power through the pain, ganbatte Wongu!
"That was easier than I thought, maybe I should have asked you to keep one alive after all?" The Countess asks, walking up behind you and scanning for danger to either side. "Impractical. The only way to guarantee the elimination of the threat to you was to injure them severely. This spear has a blade one molecule thick at the edge, even a light tap from it could sever limbs. If I aimed for center mass, odds are very good I'd have hit a vital organ or wounded them severely enough for them to bleed out after having enough time to spray even more bullets around. Removing a limb would have guaranteed they bled out, and shock might have prevented them from answering in the mean time. Besides, this isn't a simflick, dying men aren't going to betray their plan just because we asked. This way was clean and efficient." You frown, "What are these visors? None of Countess Kennedy's people on Auditorium had them." "Were you friends with many of my cousin's people?" She asks, fingering the sleeve of one of the assassins. The proud blue and gold heraldry of Tabitha's cousin is unmistakable."I wasn't on Auditorium very long, all things considered. I got to know Starwind and Captain Oda, at least. I did get to know this one, Victor something, he was dating one of Captain Oda's officers. Still, it's hard to imagine them doing this.""No. Loriette was...never particularly adept in the subtleties of court. She never tried to assassinate me even once." Tabitha sounds oddly bitter. "Her way was always to do things herself, she would walk up, slap you, and challenge you to a duel if she was offended. At least, that's how it happened to me." You're not just going to sit around talking. You open the rear of the carriage, heft your spear to begin what you imagine is a fairly arduous task of chopping apart the coupling to the next car via a polearm, "You and your cousin had a duel?""Mhmm. We settled on using our bare hands, it was the only area where our talents overlapped and there was something...dramatically satisfying about clawing that whiny little sneak's eyes out. We were both completely set on killing each other." She kneels down, examining the bodies further, the visors in particular."But you both survived." You spot a small terminal outside the carriage proper, on a little fenced platform overlooking the couplings. You're both speaking, you realize, in hushed voices, and that your senses are strained to the maximum for the sounds of further violence."Our mentor rendered us unconscious in three blows each and dragged us back to her castle by the hair. I know, I know, it sounds like sour grapes and excuses, but the only reason she was captured in the first place is absurd luck." She tugs on one of the visors, and frowns, "This is surgically implanted, I'd need to damage the skull to remove it, it's hard to get leverage to just rip it off."[Continued]
>>2217060>This is surgically implantedGreat more mind control
>>2217090You can just smell the pink hair behind this
>>2217110My boner is confused, on the one hand pink hair, but on the other mind control which is the worst fetish.
>>2217124>Liking pink hair>Liking pink hair in Mecha Space Pirate QuestThat is beyond sticking your dick into crazy.
>>2217124>pink hairAlmost as bad as NTR.
>>2217171Dem sex though.
>>2217175What are you, some kind of faggot? Blue, pink, and white/silver are the optimal hair colors. >>2217171Crazy sex is best sex. It's what comes afterwards that you don't want.
>>2217182>Blue, pink, and white/silverThen why is best girl blonde?
>>2217176>>2217182Speaking from experience, I say no. No it is not. Besides, in this quest, pink hair is associated with fairchild and the L series. Wouldn't touch that bunch even if it would get me my own micro nation.>>2217195Didn't know you like Lori.
>>2217213I've always liked Lori, she's just not best girl.
>>2217217Siren always is best girl.
>>2217195I'm speaking in general. Best girl in this is the Anglo Space Pope :^)
>>2217182>Not fucking your worst adversary while you both say to each other how much hatred there is between you and how much you love to hate each other.>Not laying there cuddling afterwards while being tsun.>Not having a huge disscussion and cursing each other while swearing to eternally seek the destruction of their existence.>Not reapeating this next week.Crazy sex can't even compare the feeling of loving to hate someone.
>>2217195>>2217195Grapple-chan isn't blond.
"Don't! It may be rigged to explode or something!" You leave the back of the carriage onto a tiny fenced platform exposed to the open air overlooking the coupling you mean to break. There's a little stool out here, a dead railway worker...and a small terminal inset into the wall. Abruptly, you realize that you and Tabitha have been speaking practically in whispers, and how tense you are as you strain for further sound of assassins. At least the sun is still up, although not for long. "Can you get a distress signal out?" She grimaces, "I tried that before leaving the compartment. There has to be a jammer the size of a groundcar nearby, all I got was static. It would take them at least an hour for anything more than local gendarmes to get here, anyway."You examine the terminal, scrolling through its options. Emergency front and wheel decouple are both on there, but naturally you don't have any kind of passcode or anything, "Tabitha, is there any way to override this?"She frowns, "Tap 111 on the keypad." You do. The terminal politely, in a warm, artificial voice, speaks, "Welcome, noble of Avalon. Please, enter your verbal override code or temporary identification chord."She moves over to the door. She clears her throat, "Mosin Simonov Kalashnikov."You roll your eyes. You don't get this way about spears, it must be a girl thing. You won't make fun of her password to her face, though."Override accepted. Thank you for riding Planx Railway Company, we hope you have a pleasant day. Long live the Queen." The machine chirps in a self-satisfied way."Long live the Queen." Tabitha responds plainly. "We can't just hole up here, Caesar. We don't know how many of them there are, and there are innocent people who could become hostages at a moment's notice. Some of whom we are already too late to save." She sounds grimly determined, looking at the corpse at your feet."So we get to the front of the train, to the controls, and we keep moving. Get out of the range of that jammer, leave as many as we can behind. It's not optimal, but..."She nods, "I see, we're both thinking that just fleeing across the fields is too dangerous, this feels like being flushed out. If this is their battlefield, who knows what traps they've set?""Uh, yes." You nod as if that was your intention. You hadn't even considered that, you're just thinking that in one direction was a problem that needed to be solved. An objective. Experience points and quest hooks.[Continued]
>>2217228>Wanting tsunI'd rather yan desu, but crazy =/= yan.
>>2217246Tsun is just a subproduct of the hate/love relation.But if I had to choose...True dere is the one you must marry.The other are for harem mechanics or romantic subplots that happens along the main quest.Yan tends to become a problem in most of cases.
>>2217254I'll take dandere or kuudere over straight dere most of the time, but there has to be actual dere beneath the kuu. More like Tachibana from Angel Beats, not Nagato from Haruhi.
>>2217260Naruhodo...Why the need for this fake coldness though?Sincerity wouldn't be better?
Guys plzWe all know the only Romance that matters is between the pilot and his mechaAll other relationships are secondaryRelationships between AcesAn Ace and his mechanicAn Ace and that reporter he sleeps with for good pressAll secondary to an Ace and his Mecha
>>2217274The coldness isn't fake though, it's how they interact with people who they aren't close to. It's usually awkwardness or feeling a need to be distanced from others. Like shyness for danderes. Tsunderes are full of shit though.
>>2217278Truer words have never been expressed.
"Very clever." She pats you on the back, "Besides, these are my people, I have to help save them. Some of them are important merchants and minor nobility, who have expectations of their local Paladin. We are heroes, champions of our civilization, we must demonstrate the capacity to perform martial miracles." She hefts an autogun taken from one of the assailants, "I would have packed one of my own guns into my case, but...after...certain events I wasn't thinking right and that particular case got put into the storage, probably right beneath our feet." She wrinkles her nose, "One of my best hunting rifles, too."You grunt noncommittally, completely focused. "What's our route?" The cars decouple, and the last of the train's momentum pulls them apart, slowly. "More or less a straight line, there might be more cover in the kitchen two cars up, but the one in between and the one on the other side of the kitchen just before You pause, then look at her curiously, "We're that many cars back? Is this not first class?"She looks at you and wrinkles her nose again, "These are economy seats.""But you're..." This is a bit of a shock, actually.She shrugs, "They cost less. What? Do you think I'm going to pay more for a nicer carpet or that the staff will provide me, Countess Roosevelt, Rider of the Engeler, with discourteous service? The point of a train isn't the pretty room, it's the view. Are we going?" She motions forward. You nod, "Although, we have two paths. We go along the roof, or we go straight through the cars. I recommend...">[The Roof: Exposed, but any enemies would be immediately visible. No potential hostages up there, unlikely to be as heavily guarded as the Cars.]>[The Cars: Straight lines of fire with compartments on either side, some of which may have people in them. Certainly more heavily guarded than the Roof, with the possibility of hostages, but there is also more cover]
>>2217304>[The Cars: Straight lines of fire with compartments on either side, some of which may have people in them. Certainly more heavily guarded than the Roof, with the possibility of hostages, but there is also more cover]They're Albions (Albionians? Albionese?) they're not people.
>>2217304>[The Cars: Straight lines of fire with compartments on either side, some of which may have people in them. Certainly more heavily guarded than the Roof, with the possibility of hostages, but there is also more cover]
>>2217304>[The Cars: Straight lines of fire with compartments on either side, some of which may have people in them. Certainly more heavily guarded than the Roof, with the possibility of hostages, but there is also more cover]>>2217312Albionite
>>2217304>Send Tabitha in through the cars making use of cover as a distraction, while Caesar goes on the roofs to flank the defensesNever charge a firing line.
>>2217304Forgot my picture.
>>2217304>>[The Roof: Exposed, but any enemies would be immediately visible. No potential hostages up there, unlikely to be as heavily guarded as the Cars.]Why not?
>>2217304Changing for this:>>2217322
>>2217321Thanks, turns out it's Briton in real life. >>2217322That's not what my Zulu Book of Strategy says.
Rolled 1, 6, 8 = 15 (3d10)"We go straight through the cars." You tell her, determination filling your voice, "Straight down the beast's throat. The closer quarters will make my spear more useful, and forcing them into a line will help mitigate their numbers."She nods, messing with the terminal, repeating her password, and then announcing over the PA systems, "I bid you, all good people of Avalon, get down on the floor and put your hands over your heads. All others are liable to be struck down."Moments later, you kick open the door into the compartment one ahead. You nearly run straight into another of the warriors in blue and gold. They're wearing flak armor, you notice, and they all have those same visors on. The closest one has a monoknife already drawn and a submachine gun in his other fist.>[Roll 1d10+10]
Rolled 1 + 10 (1d10 + 10)>>2217437
>>2217437Twice in one session, what a promising start.
Alright! Now some 1d10+18s!
Rolled 10 + 18 (1d10 + 18)>>2217437TALLYHO!
Rolled 5 + 10 (1d10 + 10)>>2217464>>2217447Thunder you're losing your edge
Rolled 8 + 18 (1d10 + 18)>>2217464woops wrong dice
Rolled 10 + 18 (1d10 + 18)>>2217464
Rolled 5 + 18 (1d10 + 18)>>2217464Deus Vult!
Rolled 9 + 18 (1d10 + 18)>>2217464Dice away
Rolled 4, 10, 10, 5 = 29 (4d10)>>2217485>>2217507>>2217532>>2217549
Rolled 6, 5, 1, 2 = 14 (4d10)>>2217589Oh, that's interesting...
>>2217589>>2217593So Caesar dodges everything successfully as the two guys farther down the hallway open up with their autoguns. The guy he was right behind though, their ally who rolled poorly on initiative, was hit by three bursts for a total of 13 shots. I rolled those offscreen, and he's more than dead, he's hamburger.More 1d10+18s!
Rolled 8 + 18 (1d10 + 18)>>2217637sucks to be that guy
Rolled 1 + 18 (1d10 + 18)>>2217637
Rolled 4 + 18 (1d10 + 18)>>2217637I'm sure he'll pull through
Rolled 4 + 18 (1d10 + 18)>>2217637Hot damn. Albionites even can't catch a break.on home turf.
Rolled 5, 7, 10 = 22 (3d10)>>2217559Right, you have to run in, so you only get one attack. The Countess behind you has two. You're a spear.>>2217653>>2217655You're autoguns, with a manually improved bonus.
Rolled 4 + 18 (1d10 + 18)>>2217666
Rolled 10, 10, 5, 6, 1 = 32 (5d10)Give me 1d6 to determine Caesar's damage, I'll take the first four.As for the Countess...location rolls on her successful burst.
>>2217060> Walks up and demands a duel herself> Whiny little sneakPick one, kitten.
Rolled 1 (1d6)>>2217669
Rolled 5, 5, 4, 5 = 19 (4d6)>>2217669
Rolled 6 (1d6)>>2217669
>>2217673>>2217678>>2217680>>2217683What does this mean?
>>2217689That's a pretty magical result
>>2217689That the RNGesus is just as broken here as on /tg/.
Rolled 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 1, 2, 4 = 17 (8d6)
>>2217726That's alot of 2's
Rolled 4, 5, 3, 5 = 17 (4d6)
Rolled 3, 2, 4, 3 = 12 (4d6)
The one you bump into has his back to you. Unlucky him. His compatriots see you before you can stab him, and open up with their autoguns, perforating their own friend. Their armor is fairly resistant, but enough lead hits his torso to drop him. The Countess has to aim quickly, and while many of her shots miss or do minimal effect against the armor of one of the gunmen, one burst tears off his left cheek, left ear, and part of his scalp. He seems undeterred. You, on the other hand, clear the distance with a sprint and put your spear through the other gunman's throat. The speed and brutal precision of your attack would have made your mentor smile.The Countess grumbles something about wishing she had her custom scope and armor-piercing high-performance bullets.The wounded enemy reaches into the compartment behind him and pulls out a tall, rather plain, middle aged woman, holding her in front of him as she shrieks and he tries to shoot at you one-handed.>[roll more 1d10+18s]
Rolled 10 + 18 (1d10 + 18)>>2217766We have a monomolecular edge on our spear, and she said the luggage was just below us. What is this train made from that we can't cut through to it?
Rolled 9 + 18 (1d10 + 18)>>2217766Smack the hostage with the blunt end of the spear in the gut so she collapses, throwing him off balance.
Rolled 1 + 18 (1d10 + 18)>>2217766half the guys face gets blown off and he doesnt even flinchyup some serious mind control fuckery
Rolled 5 + 18 (1d10 + 18)>>2217766
Rolled 9, 9 = 18 (2d10)>>2217768>>2217769
Rolled 10 (1d10)>>2217778I slightly fucked that up, but oh well.
Rolled 6, 1, 3, 4 = 14 (4d6)
Rolled 6 + 18 (1d10 + 18)>>2217780>>2217778Not those though goddamn.
Rolled 2 + 18 (1d10 + 18)>>2217780
You don't hesitate, you whirl your spear around and jab the butt into the pit of the woman's stomach. She makes an ugly coughing, retching sound, her eyes roll up in her head, and she slumps over from her tense upright posture, exposing the hostile's head.In the same motion you struck her with, you whirl your spear to get momentum and redirect your strike...and put the tip of the spear right through your opponent's face, sticking out of the back of his head right where it joins the neck."W-was that necessary!?" An older man, presumably the woman's husband, asks, "Who are you!?""Sir Gaius Wesker, sworn sword of Countess Tabitha Roosevelt." You bow slightly, and step over the bodies, "And you're welcome, by the way." Mentally, you tick off one box in your head, remembering what Tabitha said. Next is the restaurant car, then the first class car, then the primarily locomotive car with the controls. You're getting closer, at least.
Game resumes tomorrow, and no, the rest of the cars won't be like this.
>>2217788>"W-was that necessary!?" An older man, presumably the woman's husband, asks, "Who are you!?"He wasn`t doing shit, so yeah we had to step in. Maybe next time he`ll step up and protect his wife from becoming a hostage.
>>2217802Well, the high rolls have helped a lot. The others were not rolling low either and it could have gone messy. Though damn, that was a fine bit of fighting for Caesar. Amos may be stealth ops, but Caesar is no slouch when not facing monsters.
>>2217788Did hittimg the hostage out of the way help anything? Hope you are running because you feel better.
>>2217806Also the fact that she was grabbed means she was peeking and hadn't got down the way Tabitha told her to.
>>2217811Yeah. It's just that season, I'm fine. As for hitting the hostage out of the way? Yeah. With her conscious, he could use her to parry every zone of his body she covered.
>>2217821God damn nobles. Always causing trouble. Where's the magma lever for their chambers?
>>2217825I personally prefer flood their quarter and then invite carp in for a picnic.
HEY GUYS I JUST DISCOVERED VRCHAT.
>>2217902where the hell have you been BR? plenty of memes have already been made from VR chat
>>2217909Well he's been in Brazil. Less time to worry about Uganda in Brazil.
>>2217909I'm liking the fact that VRChat has become Habbo Hotel 2.0. Just need a knuckles with a Fro to say pools closed.
>>2217195Best girl has black hair.
>>2217909>>2218156>>2218204I'm kidding, I know about it since two weeks ago.But I admit that in most occasions I discover memes with a delay because I don't have any social media.Now I'm desperate for a VR, but its too expensive to buy one here and my finances aren't in a good moment right now....
>>2218440I don't even know what VRChat is.
>>2219782Well, when I say it's like Habbo Hotel 2.0, I mean it. It can be done without VR stuff, you pick your avatar body and you go into rooms. Sort of like second life as well, but the shit posters got on to it faster than the furries.
>>2219782YOU DON'T KNOW DE WHEY BROODDHA.
>>2219827>shit posters got on to it faster than the furries.i dont know if thats an improvement or not
>>2219929More a side step. Can be annoying, but has less chances of developing into something worse.
It takes less than a minute to clear the car, make sure there are no remaining hostiles, and move on. “This is ridiculous.” Tabitha gripes, “Trying to assassinate a noble under the Lady's aegis during a time of war, when I find out who's behind this I'll wring their necks for the sheer insult to our traditions.”“You don't seem that bothered about the fact that our ride to the Capital has been ambushed by armed men wearing the colors of your disenfranchised cousin.” You remark, opening the door to the next car without standing directly in front of it, peeking around the corner. Fortunately, you spot the armed men before they see you, and get your back to a compartment as bullets zip through the open door, “I saw at least ten, Countess.” Considering the presence of civilians huddled in the compartments, being formal seems like a good idea.“Bothered, Cae-ahem. Bothered, Sir Gaius? Nonsense. I am a Paladin, these are regular soldiers, and not particularly clever ones at that.”“They've clearly had training, this ambush was well planned.” Despite them being woefully underprepared for your spear, you would at least have assumed they were some kind of special forces from how they moved and fought. You were also confused by why you were only running into a few of them at a time, at least until you saw this bunch crouched behind the bar of the restaurant car. “They must have assumed you would be in first class, at the front of the train.”“Consider my seating choices validated, then.” She's prone on the floor, partially shielded by her position midway inside an empty compartment, gun angled upwards to shoot anyone who comes around the bar. “If it's any consolation, I still don't believe for even a second that Loriette or her retainers are behind this. They would have done the honorable thing as soldiers of Avalon and sworn allegiance to their new liege, my cousin does love her honor enough to drill it into her people's heads. This is some attempt to kill me and blame her while she's too far away to defend herself or her people.”“And it might work, too.” You say, grimly, glancing out the window and noticing a column of soldiers a dozen strong jog past along the train, heading for the car behind you, “We're about to be flanked.”[Continued after much swearing at the laptop]
“Damn, brought down by sheer numbers?” She sighs, “What a sad, miserable end to all of this.”“So escape. Switch clothes with someone, keep your head down, order everyone off the train.” You suggest.She shakes her head firmly, “You think these people would hesitate to shoot everyone leaving to make sure I didn't do just that? The only way through this is straight ahead, through this.”You look uneasily at the bar. The men behind it have every reason to take their time, to keep you pinned down. You hear the sound of footsteps on the roof, “Tabitha, let's make a deal.”“Yes?” One of the soldiers in the restaurant car starts to peek over the bar, apparently, because the Countess' gun abruptly chatters. “Damn this cheap knock-off piece of shit.” She grumbles, although she must have hit something because you hear a thud and the sound of scrambling limbs from behind the bar, “I'm amazed it hasn't jammed yet. Tactical piece of garbage.”“If we survive this, we take our mecha on our trips from now on. Everything is a lot easier with the Swordfish.” It's a lot easier to overwhelm you on foot than it is in your mech, for one thing. For another, you can't block bullets with a spear, while the wavering A-Particle field created by the tendrils of your beam shield system on the Swordfish can withstand any common UJCIDF cannon. “Agreed.” She grins, “Forward or back?”“There's two less ahead, at least that I caw in that car.” You look at her and nod.She shakes her head, “As good a reason as any. Forward, Sir Gaius, I'll keep their heads down.”[Continued
“Countess, there's something I think I should say while we're both still here to say it...” You start, but she shakes her head and puts a finger to her lips to shush you.“All the more reason. Live through this, tell me afterwards.” She smiles bravely, “Are you ready, my knight?” You crouch to spring, planning to stay low as far beneath their line of fire as possible, get into the shadow of the bar they're crouched behind, and leap it at one end. If they're willing to shoot through each other, maybe you can take out most of them before you're inevitably caught in a hail of gunfire. There's a chance you'll live, at least......You hear the sudden chatter of machine guns, and tense in expectation, but it isn't coming from inside the restaurant car, it's coming from outside the train, and before you can react the windows on either side of the restaurant car explode inward, shattered to pieces by a hail of gunfire. Tiny metal objects shred the furniture, leave innumerable dents in the machinery, chip shards out of the bar and doubtless hit several of the soldiers, then explode like miniaturized grenades, rocking the car on its tracks and sending you reeling away with your arm held up before your eyes against the light, heat, noise, and pressure. Through the spots in your vision, you see outside the shattered windows, a pair of snow-white, fixed-winged UAVs with slender, bodies and heavy underslung miniature grenade launchers beneath their wings, already rotating into position to strafe the next car. Explosions rock the train again, and then pass.You gaze into a restaurant car now open to the elements, burned out and shredded internally, the bar itself shattered and in flames, and beyond that to the next car, another burned out inferno. However...there is a car beyond that, where the controls you need to escape are.>[Keep moving forward, get to the controls, get out of here]>[Hunker down, let them fight, wait for rescue by one party or another]
>>2220283>>[Hunker down, let them fight, wait for rescue by one party or another]hold position and see who the calvary is>captcha is Arroyo arrivePRAISE FOR THE CHOSEN ONE
>>2220283>[Hunker down, let them fight, wait for rescue by one party or another]
>>2220283>[Keep moving forward, get to the controls, get out of here]Better than waiting for a drone to tear us to shreds.
>>2220283>>[Keep moving forward, get to the controls, get out of here]Do not assume they are allies, keep forward momentum.
>>2220291If you aren't busily writing away I'm Going to switch my vote to>[Keep moving forward, get to the controls, get out of here]
>>2220356I was, I flipped a coin and "keep moving forward" won. Sorry for the delays, the laptop is acting up a bit.
“We need to keep going. We don't know who that is, but we know we're outgunned. We need to get out of here, as quickly as possible.” You help the Countess up. She hesitates momentarily, then grabs your hand, squeezes it, and nods.“Come on, Sir Gaius.” She pulls you forward, and the two of you run through the burned-out cars. You hear more machine-gun fire outside, and turning your head you can see out the window at least some of the flanking force is dead, red mixing with the blue and gold of their uniforms. The door to the primary car is locked, but you get a running start and force your spear into the gap between the doors, levering down savagely and shearing through the relatively slender locking mechanism. You throw open the door...and step into an abbatoir. The conductor and workers aren't just dead, or even riddled with bullets, they've been shredded, their bodies tossed around the room, gore smeared over the computer monitors, and yet...the room looks empty. At least, for a moment.“Bonjour, mademoiselle.” You hear a tinny, recorded sort of voice, and a colossus steps around a bank of equipment, an alcove that kept him clear of any windows. A huge, hulking man in the most ornate suit of blue and gold power armor you've ever seen. He has the same smooth, metallic visor the others were wearing covering his entire face, “Bonjour, mademoiselle.” He repeats, through the small, rounded grille below a narrow band of sensory equipment, hefting a huge buzz-saw at the end of a stout, shielded haft like an axe. The buzz-saw's rearmost surface is covered by a metal shield and studded with spikes, and the rubberized grip clearly sized for his power-armored hand. In his other fist, he has a riot shield whose front surface is studded with a handful of prongs, electricity crackling from them. Your spear's haft doesn't conduct electricity, but if he hit you or shoved you with that thing, it could deliver a nasty shock.“Gaius, look out!” Tabitha cries out as the giant lurches towards you, axe held high. In these narrow quarters, her gun is somewhat hindered.>[Be Smart and gain a tactical advantage]>[Be Cool and look like a badass in front of Tabitha]
>>2220398>[Be Smart and gain a tactical advantage]Better fit for Caesar.
>>2220398>[Be Cool and look like a badass in front of Tabitha]Just ask yourself Ceaser "What would Clemmy and Roarke do?"
>>2220406Fucking Tabitha in the blood left over when the fight ends isn't the best idea.
>>2220407I don't recall Clemmy teaching Ceaser that in any of his fighting lessons
>>2220398>>[Be Smart and gain a tactical advantage]There is not just us here. We can be badass by saving lives and doing our job right.
>>2220409He didn't get that far in the lesson plan before leaving.
>>2220412I will admit It DOES sound like something Clemmy would teach her pupil
Rolled 4 + 10 (1d10 + 10)Start rolling 1d10+18s. I'll modify the first one into an initiative roll.
Rolled 9 + 18 (1d10 + 18)>>2220416Pokah pokah pokah
>>2220414Clemmy has never exactly been subtle where it regards her feelings for Roarke.
Rolled 4 + 18 (1d10 + 18)>>2220422Clemmy is a pure maiden who loves her husband dearly.
Rolled 10 + 18 (1d10 + 18)>>2220422ere you go plus 1 luck
Rolled 10, 4 = 14 (2d10)>>2220427>>2220430
Rolled 1 + 18 (1d10 + 18)>>2220432One parry roll versus 29. Three Luck.
Rolled 4, 6, 3, 5 = 18 (4d6)>>2220435have no idea how crits work when normal, but ey!
Rolled 6 + 18 (1d10 + 18)>>2220416
Rolled 5, 1, 4, 1 = 11 (4d6)>>2220435
>>2220438The bad news is, he suvived and it's his turn
>>2220444He survived 18 damage with a AP spear? What is he made of?
Rolled 1, 6, 1, 4 = 12 (4d10)>>2220444...Or is it?
>>2220446Power Armor, SP 28, and reduces all incoming damage by 3.
>>2220447hoping thats attack attack, defense defense.>>2220448Hmmm, so only 2 hits of damage. We lack the damage boost power armor has too.
Rolled 3, 2, 1, 6, 6, 5 = 23 (6d6)>>2220447
Rolled 6, 6 = 12 (2d6)>>2220454Whoops, forgot two dice.
Rolled 6, 4, 1, 4, 6, 1, 5, 1 = 28 (8d6)>>2220458
>>2220458..Tabitha found a better gun, didn't she?
>>2220460Better hope that's the case.
>>2220461Got to wait and see. Crunching numbers anyways.
“Get back and stay down, that gun won't do anything against his armor.” You're not challenging him to a duel, you grab a heavy locker holding emergency foul-weather gear and heave it over to delay him momentarily as you back up. There's no point in fighting fairly against an assassin. The locker falls across his path, and he swings his buzzsaw axe, the rapidly spinning blade chewing through the metal. You step back away from his wild swings, spear held up in a defensive stance, “Get into one of the compartments, maybe get behind him or something while he's focused on me.” Tabitha makes an affirmative sound, backing up into the burned-out first class car. You set your stance, this retreat was planned, the confines of the locomotive car were too tight, he could have potentially grabbed your spear and just barreled over you, but here you have room to move while still controlling a corridor. As he lumbers at you, he cocks his arm high overhead and tears through a section of a compartment wall as he swings...but he's just too slow. You drop into a low stance, your spear flickers like the tongue of a dragon, and as his weight comes forward into his blow you rise up to meet it and drive the tip of your spear up under his chin and out through the top of his head.You allow yourself to smile in grim satisfaction...and then, you hear it again, “Bonjour, mademoiselle.” That same tinny, mocking voice, as the giant swings his shield around towards your face.Your vision goes momentarily white, and you hear a sound like sizzling thunder. The giant reels back, its facemask warped and deformed by heat, your spear pulling free before a second shot punches through the visor and cores out the giant's head. The armored figure staggers back, and falls with a crash and an ungodly rattle of armored plating to the floor.[Continued]
“Nice doubletap, Tabitha, how did you get your gun back?” You turn, grinning at her...only to see her pressed up against the wall, staring down the corridor back into the restraurant car. Where, flanked by two drones, the plump merchant from your own car is standing next to another man, a tall man in a long, tan coat with a red scarf pulled up over his mouth, which he pulls down, taking a hand off the massive heavy plasma rifle he's carrying. He's old, in his sixties, perhaps, with sandy grey hair and enough stubble on his jawline and around his mouth to almost look like a conscious effort at growing a beard. You settle back into a ready stance, knowing that guns like that tend to have a fairly limited power cell. Three more shots, if the one in Garret Luxol's collection was typical. “You saw that?” The old man asks the plump man, who's cradling a suitcase-sized bullpup rifle that looks to have been heavily modified, “Cool under pressure, flawless spear technique. It's him.”“You're absolutely, positively sure, Tumnus?” The plump man has an oddly hoarse voice, a familiar one, as if he's a bit deaf or so used to shouting it's difficult for him to use an indoor tone, “Because you know how serious it could be if he is.” The voice is familiar, and abruptly, you recognize him, he was one of the guests at Tabitha's dinner, he was some kind of businessman, something to do with water filtration.“Of course.” The older man nods, eyes fixed on you, “Rudolph Merrow's son, as we live and breathe. Truly, these are the promised days. Rest assured, this is a rescue and you are among friends, we've been watching you almost since you made planetfall. If, like your father, you have the will to stand against evil, then we have much to speak about.”
>>2220483>Rest assured, this is a rescue and you are among friendsJust what someone would say before a betrayal.
>>2220483Welp, time to fulton knights.
>>2220500This is fine.
>>2220483I am okay with this.We need a videogame quote to reply to him with. > “Kept you waiting, huh?”Solid Snake quote about the length of time between sequels. Appropriate, and nerdy enough that nobody will understand why we said it in a raspy voice.
>>2220483>> “Kept you waiting, huh?”THIS.
>>2220483>TumnusIs there another faction in Albion that follows C. S. Lewis instead of Tolkien?
>>2220558Yes, the Narnian Christians.I was shitposting about them, don't you remember?Didn't really think that they existed, though.Anyway, Wong said that they lost the war for the planet against the Tolkians centuries ago or something.They probably want a second round now.
>>2220513>>2220483Well this is perfect.Goddammit it Caesar. Just . . . Tell them it's a Sol thing.
>>2220559> Even in Space you have shit tasteHouse of Heinlein, Hail and Fire!
I'm going to drop my Narnian memes before going to bed.
I know they're bad, I'm not very experienced with narnian lore, so I just focused on the "Christians hating Greenman" part.
Make your own memes, I'm going to bed.Is there anyone here good with Narnian lore or Christians hating fake gods?
>>2220483> “Kept you waiting, huh?”
>>2220559Well, considering how hard it is to remove Green, I assume trying to remove Narnians is just as tough.
>>2220986Just gotta wait for winter.>>2220603Narnia was all uncle Andrew's rape dungeon, that's why it was always kids that went there.
>>2220483>“Rudolph Merrow's son, as we live and breathe. Truly, these are the promised days. Rest assured, this is a rescue and you are among friends, we've been watching you almost since you made planetfall. If, like your father, you have the will to stand against evil, then we have much to speak about.”Shoud we play chosen one for them and act like we knew "the prophecy" from the start?>>2220488>>2220494>>2220500>>2220513>>2220552>>2220558>>2220597>>2220634
>>2221477But anon... Evergreens.
>>2221507I think it's best to hear him. As is, he knows who we are but we don't know him. He can be an ally, a enemy, or simply a third party of this. Data is needed.As is though, our enemy is Turpin, the 5 man band, and whoever tried to assassinate us.
>>2221507Probably not. Especially since they have Tabitha subdued and up against a wall.
Fuck did I miss it?
>>2221632>Tabitha subdued and up against a wall.
>>2220513>> “Kept you waiting, huh?”>not going with "You're pretty good."FUCKING. Pleb.
>>2221971Way too accurate.
>“[E]very time you make a choice you are turning the central part of you, the part of you that chooses, into something a little different than it was before. And taking your life as a whole, with all your innumerable choices, all your life long you are slowly turning this central thing into a heavenly creature or a hellish creature: either into a creature that is in harmony with God, and with other creatures, and with itself, or else into one that is in a state of war and hatred with God, and with its fellow creatures, and with itself. To be the one kind of creature is heaven: that is, it is joy and peace and knowledge and power. To be the other means madness, horror, idiocy, rage, impotence, and eternal loneliness. Each of us at each moment is progressing to the one state of the other.”I wonder what to expect from these guys...
Every time I open this quest's threads from the catalog to catch up all I get are 50 posts of be sperging out or talking to himself for no reason and keep it bumped.Can't you make like your "narnian memes" and die? Fuck you irritate me so much you idiot, your only saving grace is that you are contained to this game and don't fuck around on the rest of the board
>>2224554I love you too anon.
>>2224554Just look for Wong's posts. Saves on time.
>>2224554Just ignore him, it's all that can be done sadly.
>>2226060I'm going to open a paypal sooner or later, and then some donations may save you from future shitpost, you know.Not that I'm asking you for it or something.But Wong always asks for more shitpost, though.
>>2224554All Brazilians are shitposting monkeys, just ignore him or get 4chan X and filter him.
Oh hell I'm an idiot, next session is Tuesday.
>>2227806And now I can close the thread.
>>2224554>>2224942>>2226060>>2227379I also find it funny that the guy choose to vent his frustations on the thread that I didn't even posted that much.
>>2227806Like today Tuesday?>>2228422Eh. You're honestly rather terrible, but I've gotten used to it by now. I'd rather have stupid shitposting and occasional awesome than people not posting at all.>>2226060I'm still not convinced you're the original Thunder and not someone who just took up the name and Flanderized the shit out of the character.
>>2235476Nope still me