It hasn’t escaped you that despite your physique and intelligence, you are only six years old. In the first six months after leaving the tank you had learned to walk, run, speak, read, and write. All in the body of an adolescent. In the second six months, you had learned the history of the world. You’d learned about the dark state of Germany before the Final World War, where despite the vast military and technological might of the Fatherland, your nation was ravaged by debt, hunger, and crime. Their lot in the world had been of the fault of none other but the Juden and the weak men they had corrupted. But then the Party had come along with a message of hope. No son of Germany need worry about food, about no work, about no purpose. The Party would provide, they would protect, and they would prop Germany back up as the shining jewel of Europe. They would reclaim the lands that Germany had lost, and destroy all facets of the Jewish conspiracy that was the cause of misery for Germany for so long. They were the godsent, the saviors of Germany. The Heroes of Europe.You had enjoyed the story greatly as a child, or at least during the early developmental stage of your post-tank growth period. By the time you were eighteen months, you were shifted from the test labs to the barracks, where you had the opportunity to train in combat for the Reich. Your purpose had never been clearer before until then. You were training to ascend, to become like the great heroes that the Party were in the final conflict. You were to be a Hero.At a mere thirty months outside the tank, you were put in the field. You learned quickly that your placement not only improved your combat efficiency, but as a morale boost the troops. Your unit marvelled at your chiseled Aryan phyique. Their jaws dropped when you charged to tip over an enemy jeep, saving the lives of rookie troopers trapped in a ditch. When coming across an attacked base, they had saluted you when you lifted the fallen flagpole with the half burnt Nazi flag. The patriotism was inspiring.You had almost pitied them, being so concerned about their lives and wanting to return to their families. They didn’t realize what you did, that there was no greater cause than to die for your family. And that in the SS, your family was the Reich.
“Do you understand what I’m telling you, Erika?” The Security Officer, sits on the back of the buggy, swinging her arms and leaning on the butt of her rifle. You see she’s absorbed in the story of your life, and you’re not surprised; very many are curious, but very few get a chance to listen. Erika breaks out of her daze and mutters.“I-I think I understand, sir. You’re telling me that everything you owe in your life is due to the Party and the Reich.”You nod. “I am not like others, Erika. My mother was the SS-Science, who carried me in a glass womb and taught me of my history. My father was the Waffen-SS, who taught me to lead and fight for a worthy cause. I may not have the same experiences as many of the others on this crew, but if there’s one thing I know, is that we should put our trust in the Party.”Erika straightens up and hops off the jeep. “You’re right Captain. The Reich may ask a lot from us, but it is not so much compared to what they sacrificed for Germany. Even if it is just guard duty, I have an important role to play out, and its above me to let my emotions mix in with my duty.” She smiles at you, stretching a bit of her scar. “Thanks, Captain.”You pat her on the back, and she suddenly jumps. “Oh, I forgot! Stefanie told me that she wanted to repair one of the suits to include some stealth modifications. I had thought that she would want to escape somehow, but she told me you would request it. Is this true?”“Well, I haven’t decided yet, but I was thinking of using the modification. High Command wants me to recover some raw materials from underneath the canyon. I did not want to risk more casualties, so I would think to use the sneak modification myself.”Erika nods. “Very well. I can ask her to install it herself. Although…if you are looking for backup, I can always just throw Stefanie in the munitions locker and come as a second gun.”You think over the decision. There was only one sneak modification, so going with Erika would not make you able to hide from anything. It also doesn’t escape you that Petra might be helpful in identifying the material, as she had been with the uranium when you first made planetfall.> Go alone (with sneak)> Go with Erika> Go with Petra
>>2262667> Go with Petra
>>2262665Neat OP pic.
>>2262667> Go alone (with sneak)
>>2262785I don't like it, I miss the old one. Wasn't even sure this was the same quest till clicked.It'd look better as our space program logo than OP thread starting pic.everyone now hates my guts>>2262667> Go with Petra
Waiting 15 min else gonna roll since we're tied
Rolled 1 (1d2)1. alone2. with Petra
“Have her install the modifications. I can’t risk injuring the crew any longer in those caverns. I’ll go at it alone.”Erika salutes and rushes to inform Stefanie. You move to your sleeping quarters, eager to rest after a day in the ruins.The next day you wake and find the modded suit ready in the garage. Erika stands over Stefanie, crouching and remaining silent still. The suit is much darker, the insignia of the swastika barely visible. The helmet had a limited visor, not the familiar fishbowl style you were used to. The boots were sleeker, the soles thin and from the ankle up it looked flexible, like cloth.“She spent all night on it, sir. Didn’t see anything fishy.”You acknowledge the comments and put the visor on. Through the tinted glass, all the natural light brightens up intensely and hits your face. “Whoa.”“Is something wrong, sir?” Erika moves close, trying to remove the helmet. You push her away.Stefanie mumbles down. “It’s the brightness. He should not wear it in the daytime.”You remove the helmet, deciding you should probably go out at night. Next you try on the boots. Compared to the habitation boots, it felt like slippers. You crouched, applying pressure to the soles, but the boot is able to bend with your feet. “And these are silent step, I assume?”Stefanie mumbles a weak yes. “Sole shape absorbs sound. High traction.”“Ah, I see. Well…” You stop yourself. You were almost about to tell Stefanie good work. “Put her back in the locker, Erika.”You begin to complete minor tasks, letting time pass until the sun sets lower. Then, you equip the modded suit and set out. The materials High Command were a sort of dirty quartz. You were told it was relatively transparent, but the color scheme made it difficult to spot. They were supposed to be a catalyst for the terraforming device, but you didn’t know enough to figure out what that meant. Regardless, High Command was convinced that the region you had landed in had a higher probability of developing these materials, probably a factor in why Zone A was chosen as the landing zone.The intel from Command told you that the material was around the canyon region. Since you couldn’t recall seeing any in the caverns, you wagered there might be some in the bowl-shaped arena where you had shot the golem last time. Just to be safe, you had brought with you a Lunar Hammer. It would be much more effective in the hands of a stealth operative, you had reasoned.
It took a good while before you emerged inside the bowl-shaped canyon. It appeared just as empty as it had last time. You hug the walls, trying to hide in the shadows. The night vision made it able for you to scan the walls. Fortunately, the material’s reflection made it a little easier to spot in the night vision, and you moved quickly to a close deposit. You test the hammer gently, then confidently chip away once you figure the sound was quiet enough. How much had Command wanted? More would be better, right? You figured so, and moved from deposit to deposit to harvest more. At the far end of the room, opposite of the entrance, you find an odd shape in the wall. It appears to look like a false panel, about the size of a doorway. You peel a bit of the panel, revealing the darkness of what could only be another tunnel. This must be where they come from! Your heart beat quickens, breathing intensifies. Maybe if you went inside, you could discover the location of the Juden! The suit would give you an advantage. If they haven’t spotted you by now, you doubt they would if you entered. Or were you pushing your luck? Maybe it’d be better to destroy the entryway. If you hit the tunnel wall hard enough, it would collapse on itself. It would be a good way of protecting the base and preventing more unwanted eyes from prying. But it would be so easy to go through…> Go inside> Collapse the tunnel entrance> Leave it alone for now> Write in
>>2265016> scout inside
>>2265016> Collapse the tunnel entrance
>>2265016> Leave it alone for nowI say we set up a camera outside of it and set out to ambush whoever comes out then go in, that way they only expect one of their friends back through the tunnel and not a enemy.
> Leave it alone for now
Waiting 15 min once again
Rolled 2 (1d2)1. go inside2. leave it alonewill take awhile to post this next bit
You decide to leave the entryway alone for now. There’s no need to make any rash decisions now, you’ve gotten what you’ve came for anyways. Taking extreme caution, you sneak out the room with the material and Lunar Hammer, making it back to base and piling the material in the garage.The next morning, you walk in the garage finding Stefanie fixing up the terraforming device. Erika seems to be reading something when you enter, straightening up when you clear your throat.“Captain! Stefanie was just fixing up the device. The materials you left with her were enough to get it fixed up.”You turn your head to read the title of the book. A eugenics novel. “Did you snag a book from Petra’s shelf?”Erika snaps in confusion. “Huh? Oh, well Petra had lent it to me, told me it would help pass the time…when I’m not guarding though, of course.” She tosses the book on a nearby desk, and then stands at attention. You hear some ruffles behind you and see Petra walk in.“Captain. Is the terraforming device fixed?” Stefanie pipes in. “Still repairing.”Petra ignores the woman. “Just inform me when we’re ready. I need to calibrate the device once its fully repaired.” She walks off, returning to her quarters. Erika whistles, speaking to herself. “Thought she was looking for her book...”“Captain.” You look down to Stefanie, who still avoids your gaze. “If I may.”You sigh. “Speak.”“There is a stage in the installation that must be completed onsite. The targeting systems.” She stands up, pointing to the top of the device. It stands up on a tripod, the top looking like two cups stacked with the lids kissing. Below in, a mechanized elbow joint. “The device requires an angle to be set on it to fix the trajectory of the catalyst. Since you will most likely not be installing it on flat ground, you will need to adjust the angle, and there is no way to anticipate ahead of time how much you would need to adjust it by. I hesitate to bring it up, but…”“You are the only one trained in how to do it?”She nods. You sigh. If you would bring Stefanie along, it would break the conditions that Command had put on you to keep her on base. But then again, they had put a lot of importance on this terraforming device. Surely, letting her out with heavy supervision wouldn’t endanger the mission. You could even bring Erika if you really wanted the security.But was Stefanie still trustworthy? Was she even telling the truth about this angle mumbo jumbo? You lacked the expertise to tell. If angling was truly important, you think you could try and settle it yourself when you get there. The joint didn't look so strong that some bioengineered hands couldn't bend it...> Bring Stefanie with you> Bring Stefanie and Erika with you> Don’t bring Stefanie> Write in
>>2266211>Ask high command about it first, ensure she isn't beytraying us with technical mumbo jumbo and if its true, Take Stefaine with us.
>>2266211> Write inAsk her to demonstrate the problem in front of us.
>>2266211> Bring Stefanie and Erika with youWe can't run to high command for every little thing; we're an Ubermensch (or however it's spelled)! We're supposed to be the perfect soldier, and a big part of that is showing initiative.
>>2267073We don't know anything ABOUT the terraforming gear. Thats what we're asking high command about.
When in doubt, better consult with High Command. You excuse yourself and head over to the Comms room. The voice of Command intercepts your hail.“Captain. Report?”You salute. “Recovered the materials for the terraforming device, sir. Plenty of deposits were available in the caverns underneath the canyon. Also, discovered a false panel, possibly an entryway for a hidden Juden tunnel. Will instruct some of our crew to set up camera pits to record the entryway. Might gain some intel on the Juden bastards yet, sir.”“Glad to hear it, Captain. Anything else on your mind?”You jump right in. “Installing the terraforming device today. Our engineer, as you know, is restricted to the base grounds only. However, she claims that she needs to make a repair that would occur onsite. I don’t have the knowledge necessary to validate whether the repair is essential, sir.”Command hums. “What is the nature of the repair, Captain?”“She tells me the targeting system must be formatted onsite. Something about the trajectory of a catalyst.”Command puts you on hold. Some of the murmurs call in an expert of the mission, from the SS-Space. Word quickly travels back to you. “She is somewhat correct, Captain. The angling is an essential part; however, it does not require her to be onsite. The mechanized elbow could be moved manually if you pull a switch on the side of the joint to loosen the fixture. Just be careful you will not break it, but we would rather you handle the angling manually. There is a mechanical level you can attach to the side of the joint to measure the angle. You must use your best judgement, the angle required is 88.5 degrees and the gradation on the level jumps by five.”You salute Command. “Understood, I will manually level the joint myself. Thank you, sir.” Command buzzes out, and you return to the garage. Petra stands inside, suited up save for her helmet. Stefanie is on the side with Erika, who stands at attention when you enter once more.“Stefanie, stay here. Command just informed me that I will be able to handle the angling myself. Erika, keep a close eye on her, and try not to ‘pass time’ unless you are off duty.”Erika grows red, but acknowledges. You gather the level and load up the terraforming device, finally setting off to install the device at the volcano.
The journey takes a while longer due to Petra’s request to once more stop off and conduct geological studies. You hasten her up, conscious of the dipping O2 meter the more detours you take. It’s a quiet day in Zone B, the usual stray winds stilling on the dusty plain. Up in the sky, above the volcano, you can see some particularly bright stars shine through the daytime atmosphere. Possibly the last time you’ll see that once you’re done here.“So, how long will the setup take once we arrive Petra?”The Science Officer shrugs. “About the same time as the probes. I will need to just submit the calibrations and secure the base. Then, it will be dependent on how long the angling takes.”The buggy turns into a shallow path up the side. The buggy tilts up and the ride is bumpier. “What’s the plan once we install the device?”Petra opens her notepad. “We will need to revisit the probe every week to switch the batteries. We would’ve used the spare generator, but they didn’t want to risk that until the second cohort arrived. I also need to monitor the systems weekly, so I expect we’ll have several more trips like this in the coming months.”She gestures to a point ahead where a probe stands. She stops to monitor the device, writing down some of the measurements for the calibration. You get out of the buggy, moving to carry the long terraforming device. Once she starts hiking up, you follow her lead.“Once six months pass, we will also need to switch out the catalyst as well. That will take a little longer, because we’ll need our traitorous engineer for that.”You grunt, focusing on hogging the large probe and the tools. She finally stops just a little short of the peak, near a relatively flattened enclave. You set the tripod up, able to cover nearly all of the space. Petra drops some pikes, stamping down hard to secure the base. Once still, she turns it on, entering some numbers into the mechanical pad, calibrating the device. You take a minute to observe the mechanical level. Its similar to a ruler, though with an adjustable joint with a circular measurement. The degrees are there, and you can spot the numbers 85 and 90. So somewhere in between there is where you must make the angle.Its your turn to fix the device now. You turn a latch, making the elbow loose and fall down. Catching it, you lift it to match the angle you had preset on the mechanical level. In between 85 and 90, but closer to 90. There was room for error here, right? You lift it a little higher, thinking that shooting the catalyst would drop the arm lower from use. The angling was pointed towards the volcano’s mouth, presumably so the catalyst would mix in with the thicker clouds over the mountain.
“Let’s hope this works.” You nod to Petra after you resecure the latch. Petra acknowledges and powers the device up. A loud whir is audible, and the device starts. A single pump soon is shot, going fast and high into the cloud. You see it gone into the cloud, and the machine keeps whirring. You can’t help but feel a little underwhelmed.“It’s not broken, is it?” Petra turns, confused. You try and explain. “Nothing happened in the sky. And it only shot once.”Petra snorts. “I suppose as a man of action, you are one to expect immediate results. These sorts of things take time, Captain. You cannot change a planet overnight. The clouds won’t be reacting until a couple months. You won’t be able to see real changes until the second cohort comes in and installs the other devices.” Petra sighs. “It’s a shame, really. We are cursed by our short lives to never see the fruits of our labor here. And yet, knowing that, we’re still here. Why?”> “Because of the Reich. Because of the Party. Because we were blessed to be chosen as instruments for their most important mission, and be immortalized in our history as a reward.” [Nationalist]> “We do not act for our own pleasures. We act for the greater good. And what we’ve done here today will lay the foundation for generations to come.” [Moralist]> “It is the way we are, Petra. We are the only race to take pride in leading and laboring. It is the secret to our superiority.” [Racial Supremacist]> Write in
>>2268062> “Because of the Reich. Because of the Party. Because we were blessed to be chosen as instruments for their most important mission, and be immortalized in our history as a reward.” [Nationalist]
>>2268062> “We do not act for our own pleasures. We act for the greater good. And what we’ve done here today will lay the foundation for generations to come.” [Moralist]A society flourishes when old men plant the seeds of trees in whose shade they shall never sit.
>>2268062> “It is the way we are, Petra. We are the only race to take pride in leading and laboring. It is the secret to our superiority.” [Racial Supremacist]
>>2268062> “We do not act for our own pleasures. We act for the greater good. And what we’ve done here today will lay the foundation for generations to come.” [Moralist]
>>2268148This is literally the quote I was going to write in.Supporting.
>>2268062>“We do not act for our own pleasures. We act for the greater good. And what we’ve done here today will lay the foundation for generations to come.” [Moralist]Finally caught up
You walk up to Petra, hand over her shoulder. You both look up, following the feint white trail of the catalyst with your eyes. Marveling at your accomplishment, you answer Petra’s inquiry. “We do not act for our own pleasures. We act for the greater good. And what we’ve done here today will lay the foundation for generations to come.”Petra ponders. “A society grows great when old men plant trees whose shade they shall never know.”“Wise words indeed. We bear the burdens of our children’s future, and it is our responsibility that they live in a better position than us.”You both linger about the volcano, silently observing the floating clouds above the peak.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Mission Log, Day 215 on Mars. After numerous complications and surprises, the Freyr team has finally picked up and maintained momentum for the mission. I’ve found myself balancing numerous tasks, having to choose on a given day whether I would visit the ruins with Sebastian, interrogate Stefanie, monitor the camera feed in front of the Juden tunnel, or scout the base grounds to maintain the fortifications. Of course, all these tasks must not interfere with my weekly trips to the volcano with Petra on Mondays and medical examinations with Max on Thursdays.These statements should not be mistaken for complaints. In fact, I am happy to be occupied with the mission daily – idle hands are the devil’s plaything, after all. Once, Anna had told me to take a day off, noting the stress might be bad for my health. So, I did nothing but let my mind wander. It was torturous. Everything was wrong– the sun was too small, the days were too long, the sky too thin, the land too barren, and home too far away. I felt vulnerable for the first time in a long time. I wouldn't speak for days. But the mission isn't about me. I must go on, for Germany, for the next generation, for my people. I must keep working, keep busy, keep my sanity for the sake of the mission.
“So, this is a child?”You’re standing with Sebastian inside the ruins chamber. It has been six months since you’ve dropped blood inside the ancient device, triggering the machine to create ‘life’. Sebastian has been visiting the chamber to decode the terminal, sharing ancient secrets back with his order. You’ve tagged along as a military escort, but find yourself spending most of your time staring at your creation.“Yes Captain, I think it’s safe to call it a child now. At the rate that its growing, it looks like it will take another six months before it grows into a fully-grown adult.”You turn your head. “What changed?”Seb turns around. “Pardon?”“What changed? Why is it a child now but not a child last week?”Seb thinks. “Last week if we broke it free, it would’ve died because it’s not in the tank. Now it’ll just die because there's no oxygen.”You reach a hand out to touch the tank. The tiny face rotates, the forehead banging on where your hand meets. You remove it quick. “Do all newborns look like this?”“I don’t know Captain, what am I, a baby doctor? Hell, I’m not even married! I don’t have any experience with kids, you know.”You turn around, seeing Seb shake his head in frustration. “Sorry, Seb, I’m just curious. I’ve never seen any child before, let alone a baby. They grew me just like this, but I took twice as long to grow compared to this boy.” You knock on the glass. The juices inside stir, turning the child around. “You have memories as a child, Seb?”Sebastian laughs. “Best time of my life, Captain. As a kid, you’ve got no responsibilities. I used to play war with the neighborhood kids. They always made me the Russian Communist, while they were the proud National Socialist.” He sighs, sitting down. “I always skipped school at lunchtime to peek inside the girl’s classroom. Had my eye on a cute gal, two years above me. Made her my sweetheart that year. We had lots of fun in the summer.”You listen in one ear, still staring at the floating child. “Odd.” Seb snaps out of his daydream. “What’s that Captain?”“To think I used to be this creature. So small. So…fragile.”Sebastian stands up, crossing his arms. “Say, Captain, have you made a decision? Are you really gonna free that thing? I mean, how are we gonna explain it to the rest of the crew?”You switch your gaze to Seb. He continues on. “Look Captain, I’m as excited as you are that we’ve discovered an alien cloning tank, but you realize that once we free this, you’ll jeopardize my mission? My Order? I cannot allow others to know what we know. It was hard enough getting the Order convinced that you were trustworthy!”You look back to the baby. It floats, free to what fate you have in store. > Free it. We’ll say it was Anna’s child.> Let it grow. Wait for it to be of some use.> Kill it.> Write in
>>2268832> Let it grow. Wait for it to be of some use.
>>2268832> Let it grow. Wait for it to be of some use.We've already lost one crew-member, & we have another we can't really make full use of; another pair of hands will be very useful even if we have to wait another 6 months for them.
>>2268832> Let it grow. Wait for it to be of some use.maybe.....> Free it. We’ll say it was Anna’s child.We gotta get Anna all sexed up.
>>2268835>>2269124>>2269159>>2269173>>2269223“We will free it. Just not now.”Sebastian sighs. “Well, I guess we’ll let it grow but you better come up with a good excuse in six month’s time, or hope we obtain the ritual formula so all this hiding won’t matter.”You scoff. “In six month’s time, you’ll be thanking me for having another Ubermensch on the crew.”The two of your head back to the camp. The bubble is dirtier now, specks of dust spotting the outer layer, and a sickly yellow color coating the whole wall. You recall when it first deployed how fresh it was; shiny, white, thin. The young bubble was a beautiful piece of engineering, but you held back belief that the vulnerable layer would protect you and the crew. Now, there was some security when you looked at the battered shield. The scars and stains were trophies earned from its victories over the elements.After parking in the garage, you begin to walk to the cafeteria when Erika runs up to your side, dressed in a tank top and military pants“Captain.”“Security Officer. At ease, soldier.”“Captain, a word if you have a moment.”You nod, and she begins to join your walk at a brisk pace. “This is a sensitive matter, sir. Someone at the camp has been stealing.”“Stealing? Stealing what?” You grab her shoulders. “You don’t mean another traitor, do you?”She breathes heavily. “Perhaps sir, I don't know. The thief is stealing fruit. From the arboretum.”
You stare blankly. The arboretum had been bearing fruit for a while, all of which Anna harvests and supplies to the cafeteria. While rations at the cafeteria were carefully monitored, fruit was let alone as it was believed to be sustainable enough to feed the whole crew. “A fruit thief? Forgive me if I don’t share your sense of urgency Erika, but please continue.”“Anna had first brought it up with me. When she harvests the trees, she comes across some that have been plucked from its stem. At least one basketful is gone a week, she says.”“Are you sure she isn’t forgetful and had come across a tree she has already plucked?”Erika shrugs. “I do not think she is forgetful. She seems disturbed by the incident to say the least.”You scratch your head. “Well, who could it be if not us or Anna?”“I can’t say, Captain. Someone who might want to steal more food?”An idea strikes. “Stefanie? She does have reduced rations.”Erika turns white. “Impossible! I keep her under constant surveillance at all times!”“Is that so? Where is she now?”Erika stutters. “Well, she’s in the garage, but I locked her in there and removed all weaponry. Believe me Captain, she’s much easier to handle now, she knows her place.”You shake your head. “Who else would it be? Everyone has been used to equal rations for quite some time. What would change?”Erika lights up. “Captain, are you aware that Sebastian has been visiting Petra more and more?” You nod, unsure of where this is going. “Perhaps they have been getting intimate…intimate outside of marriage…”You frown. “Does romance makes a woman hungrier? I’m not sure I follow.”“No, Captain, I’m accusing them of having an affair. And you know what comes after an affair?”You shrug. “Marriage?”“Normally, yes, but they have been more secretive. So then what happens?”You think hard. Your knowledge of women is extremely limited, so you pull what you can remember from film. “Nagging?”“No, Captain, children! I think Petra is with child! It would explain her large appetite!”You laugh. “You don’t know that she has a large appetite, though.”Erika ponders. “I suspect it, and I recognize other factors. She has been getting friendlier to me and Anna. Large emotional changes are characteristic towards pregnant women, so any emotional change in Petra would be large evidence. Captain, have you noticed her acting different when you go to Zone B?”You shrug. “She has been getting more and more fatigued, but I assumed it was due to the labor of it. Could she really be pregnant?”“I doubt she would admit it, though you may try. I would ask Max, or even Sebastian, they would best know. Then again, this is all pure speculation Captain, but you must admit, the pieces seem to fit.”
Erika poses a wild theory, but you consider it may be worth investigating. At the same time however, it may be just as likely that Anna is forgetful or Erika is making excuses for her lax guarding over Stefanie. It would be worth exploring all ends before coming to a conclusion.You still have time to talk to someone about the fruit banditry. Where should you start?> Talk with Anna> Talk with Petra> Talk with Sebastian> Talk with Stefanie> Talk with Max
>>2269608> Talk with Anna
>>2269608> Talk with MaxIf anyone knows how to identify a pregnancy, it should be the doctor.
>1 child in the chamber> Petra possibly pregnant > Anna needs to get pregnant > TFW Mars became a fucking daycare centerSeriously why!?
>>2269806I mean the one person we needed to get a dick in her didnt get a dick in her
>>2269608> Talk with Anna> Then talk with Sebastian We like each other I think, so he should tell us something helpfull probably.Also we need to remember that there are probably two Jews in our camp and we only know who one of them is. In my opinion it's not Anna or Erica, so if I'm not wrong we've got Sebastian and Petra left, and as Petra knows things about Judens she would be my guess.
>>2269608Talk with Max first, then seb
>>2269870>>2269781>>2269628>>2269621You figure it would be worthwhile to speak with Anna first. She wears her leisurewear, sitting on the artificial soil under the shade of some shorter trees. You see the blonde hair flowing outwards on the ground like a crown. Anna seems to be singing to herself when you step onto the arboretum platform.“Anna?”The ubermensch looks up, flashing a smile. She quickly stands up, carefully avoiding the branches so she doesn’t knock any trees down. “Captain!”“I was…unaware you liked to sing.”“Oh, well Petra told me that music helps plant life grow, so I sing to the trees every day. I know it sounds silly, but I like to believe it to be true…”You smile. “No, it doesn’t sound silly. What is silly is you limiting your audience to the only life forms on the base without ears.”Anna giggles. “Thank you, Captain, you’re much too kind.”You gesture Anna to sit down, and you join her on the lawn of the arboretum. “Anna, I heard that you came to Erika with some concerns of…fruit banditry?”Anna nods. “Did you find who it was?”“No, but I was wondering if you could help me understand some things here.”Anna shrugs. You prepare your questions. “When did this start?”She thinks. “I only caught it last harvest. Usually when I harvest, I gather around twenty-five to thirty fruits. But last harvest, I only managed to gather ten. Ten fruits, Captain! Some of the trees didn’t even have fruit!”You search for reason. “Perhaps the season has changed?”Anna disagrees. “Petra told me the trees fruit perennially. They aren’t affected by season.”“Did some fall down?”“Fruits always fall, but I gather all of those too.”“Are you certain that you…counted the fruits right?”“I’ve made no mistake Captain, believe me! Even if I miscounted, do you believe I would miscount over half of the harvest.”You sigh. The matter seems dull, but you can’t find an explanation that wouldn’t involve outside tampering. “Alright Anna, suppose that the fruits are stolen. Who do you think is responsible?”Anna shrugs. “Isn’t that your job?”You nod. “True, but I would like to hear your thoughts.”She ponders again. “Must be someone who really likes fruits. Sebastian maybe? I always see him eating. Maybe you should check inside his room.”“Any other leads?”“No, sorry Captain, I really can’t say.”You get up, bidding her goodbye when you hear a large shot suddenly in the distance.
“Anna, get back!” The Ubermensch jumps up, hiding close behind you. Outside the bubble you see an apelike figure. The shape looks still, but seems to be holding something sinister in its hands. You conclude that the golem is holding a rifle.You scan the surroundings to confirm there is one shooter. There is. The hole where the bullet soared through cuts inside the semipermeable bubble, but it is quickly reformed. You know that if the golem shoots from a shorter distance, the impact with the layer may be more explosive, and any continuous shots may severely weaken the membrane. Then again, there is a layer of explosives all around the base, and if the golem comes any closer, the problem would take care of itself. The problem was, was it worth the risk to wait? > Meet and engage in combat> Lure it into the minefield> Reason with it using Petra’s Judensprache> Write in
>>2269942> Meet and engage in combatWhy the fuck are the mines not out farther?
>>2269942> Meet and engage in combatCall up erkkia give her something to do>>2269947Mybe we didnt have enguh to cover a big raduis? And the range of guns will out range mins any day
>>2269942> Lure it into the minefield
>>2269942>> Meet and engage in combat
>>2270138>>2270013>>2269947You run to the suits. Erika runs out from her housing and watches you, following once you wave and gesture her to join. Once suited, you grab a Lunar Rifle and run towards the designated entrance, where the buggy usually travels out. The shots continue, sporadically hitting the outer layer. Erika finally follows your tail, equipped with her own rifle. You signal for her to send some suppressing fire while you attempt to close in on the combatant in the distance.The scattered shots drives the ape to your right. You sprint, stressing the muscles to push against the Martian soil, and spring high in the air. The acceleration is explosive enough to lift you several meters into the air, leaving you vulnerable for an attack but giving you a great vantage point to attack from. The golem lifts his rifle, but is gunned down as you fire from midair. Blood flies out and paints the dry red soil. You land, approaching the dying alien.“You fool. Are you so arrogant to think one man can bring us down? Pathetic.”The alien grovels. You give it a final execution by stomping your foot down on its large cranium, caving it inside. The body involuntarily twitches until it ceases and begins to stiffen. You pick up the rifle, clearly of a foreign craft, and hand it to an approaching Erika.“I want you to take a look at this. Leave me a report on the breakdown of the weapon. I want to know what to expect if this happens again. When it happens again.” The days you’ve feared have arrived. The Juden strikes.
“An lone gunman? Must’ve been a scout.”You shake your head. “No sir, a scout would’ve been discreet. This alien took shots at the bubble layer.”“Any necessary repairs?”“We are fortunate in that sense, sir. Any lethal distance would be covered by the minefield, and there is still the wall after that. And I don’t believe that their bodies are used to taking advantage of the low gravity here to leap over the barrier.”The Wehrmacht representative grumbles. “I want you to cease all operations outside the base. Raise a five-day lockdown. Expect more waves incoming, Captain. I believe the worst is still ahead of you, but while you’re in charge, there is nothing to fear.”“What I don’t understand is why they sent only one.” An SS representative scratches his head. “It is clear that these Juden have the homefield advantage here. They have many resources to exhaust sieging us. So why waste their time?”The SS-Science representative scoffs. “Because they’re Juden. They like to toy with us; they did the same months earlier when they stole the flag, remember? It is a hobby for them to hide in the shadows and strike fear. We must outlast them, at the very least until the second cohort arrives.”You pipe in again. “I hear they’re just under five months out. Is this true?”“That’s right, Captain. The reinforcements are well equipped and supplied as well, the Fuhrer made sure it would be so.”“Stay strong, Captain. If these attacks are evidence of anything, it’s that the Juden are not done with you just yet. As long as they believe you are the only foe to fear, we have the upper hand. Command out.”You salute and switch off the transmitter. It’s much later in the day now, the Martian sun sitting on the horizon. Outside the Comms room, you find Erika leaning against the wall. “Don’t worry Captain, locked up Stefanie in her cabin. The rifle is in my quarters, still taking a look at it.”You nod. “Initial thoughts?”“Oddly designed, difficult for a human to hold. Much heavier than I had expected. Probably best suited for the alien. Other than that, firing mechanism is familiar enough. Semi-automatic rifle, synthetic stock, metal nozzle and small magazine capacity. The manufacturing looks older, my guess is Earthmade, or at least made by people from Earth.”“Good Erika, wish you luck on the report, Command will want it as soon as possible. Anything else?”> Opinion score is high enough for Erika to remember something!Erika muses. “You remember our conversation earlier, Captain? The speculation we had over a certain couple?”You look around, making sure no unwanted ears are nearby. “Yes, I remember quite clearly. What of it?”
“Well, after that I’ve been taking notice of Petra. I saw her leaving from the clinic after some large disturbance erupted. An argument between her and the Doctor, maybe? Maybe you should check out Petra, or one of the other men.” She chuckles. “Might even find some lost apples, eh?”> Speak with Max> Speak with Petra> Speak with Sebastian
(last update for night, be back tomorrow 3pm est)
>>2270427>Speak with Max
>>2270427> Speak with Max
>>2270427>> Speak with Max
>>2269942> Meet and engage in combatTime to show the Juden the might of an Ubermensch in combat!
>>2270427>Speak with Max>>2270679Pic related. I'm sorry.
Dusk hits the side of Max’s office. You knock on the door, alerting the doctor to your arrival.The doctor opens the door, sticking his head out. His face looks fatigued, probably from the shots that were sounded earlier. “Is it all clear now, Captain?”“Aye, was a wandering gunman in the distance. No permanent damage was sustained, but as of now we’re operating under extreme caution.”Max nods, retracting his head inside. You hold the door open, inviting yourself in. Max scuttles in between the two beds in his clinic, one of them empty but clearly used, the other covered with sheets spreading over the still preserved golem body. The doctor tucks both beds in, then grabs a wheeled tray table and hurriedly pushes it to the side. You eye the actions curiously. “I heard Petra had a visit here earlier. Anything wrong?”Max laughs. “I can’t tell you Captain. Doctor patient confidentiality.”“That so? Hadn’t stopped you before when you told me of the oxygen problem.”“Well that was different. All of our lives were at stake.”Max moves some items from the tray table to a locker, quickly stuffing some unknown instruments before closing the locker and turning to meet your next question.“Doctor, are there any large changes in the crew’s diet recently?”Max shrugs. “None very large, I cannot say. Then again, I do not note dieting habits, just the standard metrics. Weight, height, blood pressure, et cetera.”“Weight? Well any changes in weight then?”You look into Max’s eyes as he shakes his head, no. You can sense some tension, but he doesn’t exhibit any of it when he’s answering your question. Max is easy to read, so you decide to observe his reactions by getting to the heart of the matter.“Max, did you know Anna had lost a basketful of fruits from her orchard?”The doctor smiles. “Missing fruit? Is that such a crime?”You read the tension building. Interesting. “Anna seems to think so, and as a Captain it is my duty to solve my crew member’s issues. You don’t mind if I take a look around, do you?”“Here? For fruit? Why would I take any?” the doctor laughs uncomfortably.“Well if you have nothing to hide, surely, I can take a look around, no?”The doctor begins to sweat. You await a response, but none seems to come. Taking it as permission, you start to walk around. The doctor is now sitting on top of his desk, by the terminal. Perhaps he was trying to conceal something on the terminal? Then again, he was trying to conceal several things when you entered…> Check the locker> Check the beds> Check the tray table> Check the terminal
Op here, you can pick two for this option.
>>2271914> Check the locker> Check the terminal
>>2271914> Check the locker> Check the beds
>>2271914> Check the beds> Check the tray table
> Check the beds> Check the terminal
>>2272133nvm > Check the terminal> Check the locker
>>2272300>>2271954>>2272028>>2272087“Move over for me, will you?”The doctor protests as you push him aside, opening up the terminal. You navigate over to recent visits, trying to see if Max had maybe logged in Petra. He hadn’t.“Max, Erika told me that she saw Petra visit your clinic earlier today. Do you deny this?”Max mutters out. “N-no, you’re right, she did. Why?”You enter the patient records of the crew. Nothing had been updated on Petra’s profile. If Max had been treating Petra at all, he wasn’t using the terminal to do it. “I find it odd you hadn’t recorded it in the patient records. Care to explain?”Max chuckles. “Can a friend not visit another at his workplace?”“I had no idea you and Petra were friendly at all…”Max looks at his shoes, unable and unwilling to share any more. You stand up, and as you head towards the locker you hear protests from the doctor.“No, no, no, Captain, don’t—”Upon opening the locker, you see a bucket on the bottom half empty with fruit. You pick it up, setting it on top of the bed. The doctor is silent, hanging his head now. You pick up the fruit, biting into the flesh loudly. You figured Anna wouldn’t miss one.“Explain.”The doctor sighs, dropping his body. “Well, there’s no getting around it Captain.” He walks over to the golem’s bed, and pulls off the sheet. You see a golem, but much shorter and better preserved than you remember. The mask has tubes connected to a small device that digs under the cot, presumably where an air compressor is hidden.“This was not what I was expecting.” You bite into the apple again. “You brought the bastard to life?”“This is a different one. I threw the old one out.” He sighs, pulling up his office chair and gesturing his hand towards the cot. “Sit down, sir, this is gonna take a while.”You make yourself comfortable on the cot while the doctor grabs a fruit himself, nervously shaving it with a nearby scalpel. “Petra had come to me two days ago telling me a wild tale. She was performing studies in the canyon when she came across this creature here, apparently unconscious and malnourished in the ravine. She came to me first, thinking rightly so that if I would treat it well it could be coaxed back to consciousness and questioned. And so, I had compressed a tank with Martian air, fitted it to an O2 mask, and covered it for our friend here.”“When it had awakened and begin to speak, it was clear that the creature could not understand Hebrew. It was…too young. A child. Petra wanted to inform you first, but I had convinced her otherwise. See, at this time, our UFO friend had long lost any utility I could salvage from him. Thus, I had plans to use this child alien as a subject for medical purposes.”
You raise your hand. “But doctor, why keep this from me? I don’t understand.”Max stammers. “I-i-it’s not your fault, entirely sir. But, well…we are aware that you often seek Command’s advice on most matters, so we feared you would seek their advice again. And in recent times, they have released a memento to us regarding contact with aliens and Jews.” Max opens up a recent electronic message. You read it silently, summarizing the contents aloud. “Prisoners are to be killed within eight hours of capture.” You remember receiving this message months earlier. “They just don’t want us to have more prisoners than we can handle, Max. Suppose a captured Jew were to infiltrate the base? Heavens forbid spring Stefanie free?”“I understand the logic Captain, but please understand mine. I had thought you would cede to the rule. How many tests can I perform on a live subject in eight hours?”“So you kept him here and had Petra fetch fruits to feed our visitor here? How did you convince her to help you?”He laughs to himself. “I threatened to tell you that she was romancing with Sebastian. An untrue rumor, mind you, but the woman is obsessed with her reputation.”You raise an eyebrow. “They have no affair?”He shakes his head “Any animosity Seb has towards Petra in unrequited.”You look at the child golem. Reporting this to High Command would mean that you would need to kill it, ruining Max’s research. But orders were orders. Perhaps it would be better if they didn’t know?> Kill the beast> Let it live, for now> Write in
>>2272436> Let it live, for nowBut we are informing people of it.But it must die by the next harvest
>>2272436> Let it live, for now
> Let it live, for now
>>2272436> Let it live, for nowMax's research may be useful, but it dies at the very fist sign of trouble.
>>2272436>> Let it live, for now
“Continue your tests, Max. But any trouble erupts, we must kill it, understand?”Max shrugs. “Thanks Captain, I guess. I’ll try my best to be quick about it, but by my calendar that’ll still days away. Now if you’ll excuse me…”The doctor pushes you gently off the patient’s cot, taking a fetal position on top of it to sleep. You suppose that explains the usage – the doctor was living and breathing his work. You retire to your own quarters for the night, conscious that you must update the crew and Command of what you’ve seen.------------------------------------------------------------------“Morning crew. Report?”Erika begins. “Finished the analysis of the gun our friend had yesterday. Mostly by shooting it at things outside the base. It’s an old-fashioned type, shoots metal bullets and not energy pulses. Large enough rounds to make a real bite in our bubble at a certain range, but I’ve concluded that our minefield pushes any combatants far enough out that we don’t need to worry about losing our shield just yet.”Seb raises an objection. “You may be comfortable with your mines now, but suppose the freaks get crazy and rush us down one way. Wouldn’t they be close enough if they trigger enough mines?”Erika nods. “That’s why I’m about to propose a lookout to be set up by Noah’s Peak. It provides a wide enough vantage point that one can spot aliens coming in from any direction. Of course, the only trained rifleman are me and the Captain, so we are both candidates to take up the command for the day, or sharing shifts if you want.”“Good, Erika. And what of Stefanie’s engineering matters?”Erika sighs, bringing out a piece of paper. She has to always review a sheet as she seldom retained the technical terms that Stefanie had preached. “She says she needs to maintain the bubble shield with some sort of paint?”“Repairing the shield?” Max objects. “Does that mean she’ll be let out? She can’t do that!”Erika sticks out a tongue. “Thank you for stating the obvious, Doctor! No, someone else will need to spray the bubble up, from the outside by the way. The coat is supposed to be protecting against radiation, I think.” Erika squints at the text. “Also, she reports that an inventory count of the portable batteries has two missing. You or Sebastian would know about that sir?”Seb inhales through his teeth. You share his sentiments – you must’ve left some batteries at the ruins. “I will keep it in mind and fetch it, Erika. Anything else?”Erika silences and Petra begins to speak up. She looks at Max, who nods his head. “Some of you may know this already, but I suppose I must inform you all now. Max and I have captured a golem creature, live, and are conducting dissection experiments on it inside his clinic. That might be why…some of the fruits were missing last harvest.”
The rest of the crew murmurs, including Anna who sighs in relief. You try and stay on focus. “Any insights from the creature?”Max speaks up. “Nothing immediately insightful. Its internal digestion is certainly alien. The musculature is quite remarkable, and yet unique.” The doctor smiles childishly. “I’m quite excited, admittedly. I’ll be looking at its heart today.”Petra interrupts. “The point is, I will be assisting the doctor for the next couple of days, so even if Command lifts the lockdown I won’t be able to visit the terraforming device until much later.”“Understood Petra. Anybody have anything else they would like to add?”Nobody raises a hand, so you dismiss the meeting. Several tasks are available to be completed, which one should you look into today?> Stakeout out Noah’s Peak (you / Erika)> Paint the Bubble (you / Erika)> Interrogate Stefanie> Recover the batteries> Write in(next update tomorrow 10am EST)
>>2272616> Recover the batteries
>>2272616> Recover the batteriesGot to replace our divot!
>>2272616> Recover the batteriesCan we train up Anna to fight but never deploy her outside of the base? This security handicap is starting to be a pain in the ass. Also having a mother who can defend her young more effective would be a boon on a hostile planet.
>>2272616> Recover the batteriesAlso >>2272616 #
>>2273073I mean train Anna, sorry for mistake
>>2272621>>2272630>>2272675>>2272638>>2272787>>2273073You decide your first move will be to recover the batteries. You consider asking Sebastian to come with you, but given the current circumstances it would be preferable to be quick about it, and dragging a civilian will just slow things down.You hop in the jeep after suiting up, steering out of the bubble and towards the ruins. Mars seems a bit windier today, a small volume of dust rising from the ground like a layer of fog. Your vehicle cuts through the dust and throws it behind you, leaving a large cloud in your wake. You find the ride longer without a companion to travel with, so you return to your thoughts. Given the increasing threat level around the base, you wonder if you should start training Anna for combat. Dr. Braun would certainly object, but as long as she is never deployed, she won’t ever risk serious harm. Besides, the woman was theoretically as tough as you, how much damage could she take before she would get seriously hurt?Speaking of Dr. Braun, you remember his mission that he had entrusted you with. It’s an ill time to try and enact his mission now, but given that Sebastian is continuing to pursue Petra, you recognize that the father candidacy is limited to you and Max. At least, until the second cohort arrives five months later. Technically, Dr. Bruan hasn’t given you a time limit, so you could delay the decision until later.The ruins door soon approaches. You cautiously open it, assuming the worst. Fortunately, the tunnel and chamber are as empty as you remember. The batteries sit below the terminal controls, still connected and hidden in the shadows. You pick them up and look back at the floating baby inside the birthing tank. As it floats around inside, you can’t help but wonder how in the world a human is capable of creating such a thing naturally. If Anna were to mother, how could she hold such a creature inside herself for several months? How much would it affect her daily tasks? You can’t imagine letting her ruin her magnificent figure only to be a host to such a tiny thing.The terminal starts to alarm, startling you. The screen switches to a screen of series of geometric lines and dots. You can vaguely remember it from the first visit; a map. One of the dots flashes. A trigger north of the ruins. Intruders? You unplug the batteries, switching the terminal off and rush up the stairs. No ambush was waiting you. Good. So what caused the trigger?You go around the rock formation, peeking your head to the north. A small crowd approaches, but not in your direction – rather, in the direction of the base. You count at least twelve of the ape creatures, four armed with the rifles that Erika had analyzed, the rest either unarmed or carrying what you assume to be pistols. For the time being, you aren’t noticed. On Earth, you could easily take ten or twenty enemies, but here the risk was higher since you were inside a habitation suit.
You take note of your surroundings and advantages. You brought your Lunar Rifle with you. At this distance, the lethality would be reduced, but the fire drawn would distract the band for sure. You have the vehicle, still stocked with enough fuel to hurry back to base if you chose, or maybe use it to engage the combatants. You had the batteries, which if charged with a high enough voltage, easily achievable with your rifle, could catch on fire and explode. Finally, you had your enhanced speed and agility in a low gravity environment and the element of surprise. You formulate a plan quickly.> Drive back to base> Toss a battery into the crowd and explode it> Shoot them behind cover> Engage using the buggy> Write in
>>2273235>> Toss a battery into the crowd and explode it
>>2273235> Toss a battery into the crowd and explode itHopefully the weapons they carry are salvageable.Only explode one for now....
>>2273235> Toss a battery into the crowd and explode itDont forget to walk away from it without looking
>>2273235> Toss a battery into the crowd and explode itAnnoying to lose a battery, as we only have so many, but well worth it to take out a dozen or so enemies.
>>2273235>fire on them from behind cover
An idea strikes you. You recall before your tour in Africa the training exercises you had, testing your accuracy. You pick up one of the batteries, hold your arm back, and throw the arch high. The golem’s eyes shoot up quick, but they are too slow to react moving away. It’s more effective if you shoot it higher, you think, so you release a series of fire to meet the battery in midair. Five of the seven shots meets the mark, overcharging the battery and exploding it to chunks just over the mass of soldiers.Bits of flesh and metal fly out. You see all the combatants either fall or scatter away, counting four survivors, none of whom are armed. The fools cling to their dead brothers, instead of running away or searching for the source of the attack. You take the opportunity to close in, preparing to gun them down. You practice a similar long jump in the air, perfect cover for the golems whose heads are down, looking over the dead remains of the aliens. As they all bunch together, you concentrate your fire in a small area, pinning the apes down. You hear several wails and screams as they’re met with burning fury, crying in agony and cradling their wounds.The carnage is complete. You move to collect the guns, but several of the guns are damaged so you only leave with a pistol and a rifle. You search the warm bodies for any comms device to see if you could get in touch with their commander, but none of them have any equipment save for the weapons. Interesting, an unorganized assault? Or was it caution for fear that you would intercept their transmissions?You don’t dwell on the possibilities for too long. You’ve been away from the colony for too long. It’s time to return back. You load up in the buggy with your remaining battery and floor it. Once within a close enough range, you hail the local radio.“Zone A outpost. this is the Captain. Do you read? Please notify status, over.”“Captain, you are well? Thank the Fuhrer! I’m looking at a dozen combatants from the south closing in, at least five armed with long ranged weapons. They haven’t started firing yet, but they are closing in on the range. I have held off engagement for the time being. Where are you?”You look ahead, seeing Noah’s Peak in the distance. “I’m a couple hundred meters away, approaching the radio tower now.”“Understood Captain. I’m using the wall as cover, ready to fire once they come within range. But we can’t risk the bubble being shot in the crossfire, sir. What are your orders?”> “Hold your position! I’ll draw their fire from Noah’s Peak!”> “Hold your position! I’ll flank them from the north!”> “We’ll flank them from both sides! Use one of the crew members to hold the line!”> “Come north and we’ll flank them together! Use one of the crew members to hold the line!”> “Stay put soldier! I’ll join you from behind the lines!”> Write in
>>2273552> “Hold your position! I’ll draw their fire from Noah’s Peak!”High ground is good. What kind of cover are we looking at? However, I suppose we can't be sure that they will take the bait if their goal is the base.Maybe> “Hold your position! I’ll flank them from the north!”Either way, it would be foolish to have any of the others leave the well fortified positions of the home base, and a dash to the fortifications on our part may be suicide.
>>2273552> “Hold your position! I’ll draw their fire from Noah’s Peak!”
>>2273552> “Hold your position! I’ll flank them from the north!”
>>2273712>>2273641>>2273600>>2274120>>2273990>>2273918“Hold your position! I’ll draw their fire from Noah’s Peak!”“Acknowledged, Captain. When they scatter, I’ll try and pick them off. Godspeed, and give them hell sir.”You skid at the base of the peak. A quick couple of jumps and you manage to reach the top, carrying all the guns at your disposal. You crouch down into a prone position, ready to provide suppressing fire to the combatants below. From your perspective, you see them closing in several meters away. They appear to be in a closer formation, the gunmen in the back while the others are marching forward. At the center back, there seems to be a golem with a much larger cranium. A leader, perhaps? Soon to be a target, more like.You wait until the line of fire is the shortest before you raise hell. The bolts hit several of the right flank, including two of the gunmen in the front. Unlike the last group however, the remaining survivors turned around and charge towards you. At least their fire is drawn, you think.You send a couple shots but have to retreat slightly as some of the pistolmen return fire. You counted five, all equipped with firearms. They’ve held their fire for the time being, hoping to out-wait you. Apparently, they forgot that you’re not the only Nazi with a gun.“Erika!”The Security Chief peeps out and fires quickly into the rock. You breathe in deep and come out, joining her carnage. The five golems are caught in the crossfire, confused as to where to go and shoot. Unlike the previous group, they all fall down where they stand, rather than scattering away. You look up, seeing the last man standing, the leader presumably. The creature has a weapon hoisted, but not aimed. You decide to cut the head off the snake, and fire a series of bolts from your Lunar Rifle. The energy bolts hit the creature’s cranium, but doesn’t burn – instead, it’s absorbed. The head swells up, and the golem steps back a little from the recoil.“What the—”Suddenly, the creature holds onto his head from the sides and lunges his head forward. You see red building up from his head, and could sense that something was coming back at you. Jumping away, you barely manage to avoid the returned energy blast, hitting the floor with your suit after several seconds. The air around the creature vibrates in place, and suddenly shoots out in all directions.You’re hit with a wall of sound. The initial bass is deep, but then it adjusts to a higher frequency. Words, clearly, but not spoken. You look up to see the combatant, but the golem is gone. You radio in Erika, worrying over the base.“Erika! How is everyone? Is the base damaged?”Erika radios back. “Negative Captain, the creature hasn’t damaged anything here except our eardrums. Petra is going over her notes to understand what it said. You should come inside, quick.”
Moments later, you park the buggy inside the garage and leave your habitation suit. The whole crew gathers outside, in between the Comms room and Doctor Max’s office. All the chatter ends when you march into the crowd.“Status report, any damage sustained? Injuries?”Everyone shakes their heads. “No fire was even hit on the bubble, sir. Soon as you covered my ass we mowed the untermensch down. The only thing that came in was…well, whatever the hell that was.”Petra pipes in. “It was a message. A threat, plain and simple. It was spoken to return the lost son tomorrow and no harm would come to us.”You twist your eyebrows “Return the lost son?”Petra nods. “No doubt he’s talking about the patient inside Max’s clinic.”“So they’re a rescue mission?” Sebastian scratches his head. “No wonder they didn’t fire. They didn’t want to kill the kid alien.”“Didn’t fire? They shot all over the Captain!” Petra waves her arms towards the tower. “They destroyed the damned tower! How’re we gonna talk with Command now?”Anna interrupts. “But they didn’t fire until fired at, Petra. The big brained one was clearly capable of harming us once the Captain fell, but he restrained. Doesn’t that merit some respect?”Max laughs. “Don’t tell me you’re humoring that animal, dear Anna. The beast didn’t flee due to restraint, he fled in fear! He knows what the Captain is capable of!”Sebastian rubs his eyes. “I must protest Max, that creature had powers beyond the physical. He could’ve easily used it to destroy all of us and fetch the child himself! I'm not saying we shouldn't try to resist, but isn’t it said that the wise man follows the path of least resistance? We should at least consider the demands.”“There is only one thing to consider in my opinion.” Max turns to you. “Captain, give me two days. I’ve began preliminary studies of the child, and his brain wave activity mirrors that of the foe we just met today. If you allow me to peek inside its mind…I guarantee I will tell you of its weakness.”Anna’s jaw drops. “Two days? You ask us to hold out for another attack just on the off chance that you’ll find an exploitable weakness?”“I will find a weakness! I am close to something, I can feel it! Just permit me the chance, and we will not need to negotiate.”Seb turns to you now. “Captain, if you agree to this, the child alien will certainly die. Consider for a moment, what we’ve learned today. The alien beings have only harassed us because we have one of their own. And their leader, how powerful is he! Do you believe that something so powerful would be a willing servant to the Juden?”Petra muses. "Or perhaps that is what they want you to think."
"Captain, don't get muddled into conspiracy. We can still prepare the defenses if I'm wrong, but isn't it worth the chance to not be harassed if I'm right?"All the eyes are on you. You reflect on what decision you must make.> “Find the weakness, Max.”> “We will give the child up tomorrow.”> Write in(thats all for tonight folks, returning tomorrow afternoon)
>>2274194> “Find the weakness, Max.”
>>2274194> “Find the weakness, Max.”Two days of peril now could buy us a permanent advantage over the foe.
> “Find the weakness, Max.also if its not already implied,batten down the hatches and prepare
We're gonna need to tell Seb about what the terminal did before we took the batteries out
Wasn't the golem kid found have beaten and starved? Why do they want it back when they left it to die in the first place?
>>2274659Greed naturally occurs in sentient species
>>2274678How is that an answer?
>>2274498Agreed. We can't trust them to keep their end of the bargain, especially after we just killed rather a lot of their number.
>>2274882Though that begs the question, why do they think this one child is worth so many lives?
>>2274886Presumably it's the child of one of their leader-caste.
>>2275151The psychic fellow with the big ole' noggin? Maybe we could ransom the kid, get them to tell us the location of Elijah or something.
>>2275316>>2274498>>2274222>>2274386>>2274211“Find the weakness, Max. We'll benefit more knowing the flaws of our foes anyways.”Max nods eagerly, leading to Sebastian sighing. “I suppose that settles that, then. We best prepare for what’s in store tomorrow.”Erika rests her rifle on her shoulder. “Since the last two raids came from the south, I think we should set up a nest on Noah’s peak so we’ll know ahead of time when they’ll come. Won’t be so easy now though, since the alpha golem knows we used it to ambush them.”“Great idea, Security Chief, but do not assume they only come from the south. Upon my return here, I happened to come across a dozen animals myself coming from the north, but I managed to level them by throwing an overcharged battery.”“An explosive battery?” Erika lights up. “Of course! There must be some equipment we can use to create improvised explosives. Doctor, do you have any flammable substances?”Max waves Erika off. “Nearly all of my equipment is being used to study our friend, Erika. Even if I had resources, it would delay the surgery.”Erika turns to Petra. “Anything in the Science labs?”Petra nods. “We have the extra canisters of the catalyst for the terraforming device. They have thick walls and are highly pressurized, and if exposed to extreme heat, like a blast of a Lunar Rifle, the catalyst to be more volatile. But we only have three, Captain. Using up any one catalyst will delay terraforming by six months!”“We’ll be extremely careful Petra, but when it comes down to it I would rather delay a mission than lose it entirely. What about you Sebastian? Anything in the studios?”Sebastian grunts, unsure himself, but you seem to recall something. “Doctor, didn’t you tell me that the golem’s eyes were adapted to absorb light in dark areas? What if we were to use Sebastian’s lights to blind the golems? It would stun them temporarily, buying us time.”“We could, Captain, but I only have two lights here. All the rest are back at…our mission area.”You catch his meaning, remembering the switched off studio lights inside the ruins. “I will grab them if I need to, Seb. It will be a great asset if we could set them up though.”Erika drops her gun by her hip. “Let’s not forget, we also have the seven other portable batteries and the buggy. Heavens forbid we would need to destroy either of them to last, but if we need to we should be prepared to use them tomorrow.”“Good point, Erika. I also think it would be wise to train Anna. Her ubermensch blood will be a great asset to have in the battlefield, and if we train her in rifles she can at the very least provide suppressing fire. Hell, we could probably train some of the other civilians too.”Max clears his throat. “I’ll be operating on the patient Captain, remember? And Petra is going to be my assistant.”
Sebastian shrugs. “I am ready to be trained if you think it’s necessary. Don’t know how much you can teach in a night.”Erika slaps Sebastian’s back with a friendly hand. “Thank you, Sebastian. I think we all understand what roles we might have to play. The doctor will work on the alien kid, Petra will gather the canisters. As far as everything else, I guess me and the Captain will split that up?”You smile. It’s been a long time since you were working under a superior officer in a field of battle, and there was something in the woman that commanded attention. It was probably why High Command chose her to become the Security Chief in the first place. You gather your thoughts, wondering if you had more to add, and if not, what the delegation of duties would be for the night.> Train Anna and Sebastian (you / Erika)> Set up the nest at Noah's Peak (you / Erika / Anna / Sebastian)> Fetch the lights (you / Sebastian)> Write in (if you have more to add)
>>2275715> Train Anna and SebastianErika> Fetch the lights (you
>>2275715> Train Anna and Sebastian (Erika)> Fetch the lights (you)
>>2275715> Train Anna and Sebastian (Erika)> Set up the nest at Noah's Peak (you)
Just finished catching up, decent read but why is a quest about space nazis one of the best things on this board
>>2276653A lack of decent content and the fact that most of the other good writers are busy with IRL shit.
>>2275715> Train Anna and Sebastian (you / Erika)Erika> Set up the nest at Noah's Peak (you / Erika / Anna / Sebastian)Sebastian> Fetch the lights (you / Sebastian)Us> Write in (if you have more to add)Press enemy weapons into action, maybe use em to build a automatic weapon? Or use the bullets and gun powder to build a IED with bullet shrapnel?
>>2262665As much as I hate nazi wankstains, I think that's one badass OP image.
>>2276363>>2275882>>2275863“I’ll set up the nest on Noah’s Peak. It’ll take a while to prepare, so in the meantime you train Anna and Seb. If we are to assume that the golems are coming in on two fronts then four riflemen would be the ideal number to defend the base.”Erika nods. The team splits, Erika and the two trainees running over to the munitions locker and you running over to the garage. You decide to take all seven batteries: they'll be more damaging thrown from the top of a peak than from behind a wall and a minefield. Then, you load up the leftover metal plates from the Freyr’s exterior shell. Any extra cover would be greatly advantageous in the battle to come.You throw all the items in the buggy to transport it faster, but it’s not time to leave yet. You wander over to Petra’s lab, looking for the three catalyst canisters. Petra stands in front of the door, blocking your path.“Shouldn’t you be helping the Doctor?”Petra shakes her head. “I’m not here to stop you, Captain. But I’m here to advise caution.” She turns around and picks up the three canisters, handing them to you. “These canisters took countless years of research and millions of marks to make. They are extremely valuable resources, but when it comes down to human lives, I suppose they are worth use.”You nod. “Thank you, Petra. I wish that I will not have to use one as well, and I’ll be extremely careful.”You leave the science officer to her quarters and drive the buggy to the peak. The fallen wreck of the radio tower litters the surrounding base, a reminder of your cut contact with Command. You have to take several trips to carry all the batteries, catalysts, and metal walls to the peak. The energy blast had the boon of softening the mesa top, so you’re able to plant the fortifications easier. You mime crouching and shooting until you’re confident in your own abilities to pop out and shoot from behind the walls. The vantage point doesn’t appear to cover the north sector as easily, so the shooter on the rock would only be limited to covering the surrounding area here. You decide the only shooter up here would be you or Erika, and the one not up here would guard the northern side, with Anna and Sebastian both split north and south themselves. Given the amount of firepower you have with the improvised explosives, you’re confident the outpost here can provide some serious damage to the next wave to come.
Having finished all the set up, you radio in your accomplishments and return to base before your oxygen runs out. You’ve divided up the shifts on the rock with Erika so you and your suit would have time to recover. You know your body should rest after the skirmish today, but you find sleep hard to come, so you walk over to the arboretum. The feeling of the trees and the artificial soil had brought some memories of a familiar place, one where you were not too long ago, and hopefully would see again. You let yourself be dazzled by the swaying of the leaves, reacting slightly to the deep breathes you take as you lie on your back.“Enjoying yourself, Captain?”You look and see Anna approaching, rifle rested on her shoulder. “Anna. The garden is lovely. Makes me appreciate Earth’s natural beauties even more.”Anna sits down, setting the rifle next to her. “It feels natural to me, Captain. Like a lost memory, don’t you agree?”You agree. “It’s very strange. We are both born from science, from cold steel labs in military facilities. And yet, this feels more familiar to me as a home than anything else. Why?”Anna sighs. “It’s in our genes, Captain. Despite all of our strengths and abilities, even we are still human.”You ponder over her words as you stare up into the sky. Anna follows your silence with some soft tunes, humming a melody gently for you and the trees around you. You can feel your body pulled into an odd realm of bliss.“Captain?”You turn your head up, seeing Anna prop her arms up from the ground. “Yes, Anna?”“Do you ever wonder…had you not been born as we are, what you would do? Had you been…you know, just a man.”> “Even if I were the weakest and shortest of men, I would still serve in the military.” [Nationalist]> “I would want to be a community leader. A nation’s virtues are built on its leadership.” [Moralist]> “I would like teach the children about their heritage. There is no greater service than to pass on our culture to the next generation.” [Racial Supremacist]> Write in(sorry for slow update, turning in for the night)>>2276653thanks anon!>>2277142thems fighting words son
>>2277193> “I would like teach the children about their heritage. There is no greater service than to pass on our culture to the next generation.” [Racial Supremacist]
>>2277193> “I would want to be a community leader. A nation’s virtues are built on its leadership.” [Moralist]
>>2277193> “Even if I were the weakest and shortest of men, I would still serve in the military.” [Nationalist]Can we take some mines and lay them at the mouth of the tunnel path, and differnt avenues of approach?
>>2277193> “Even if I were the weakest and shortest of men, I would still serve in the military.” [Nationalist]*Ooh-rah's in German*
>>2277290You can reorganize the mines, sure.
>>2277306Just a few of them.
Rolled 1 (1d2)>>2277290>>2277293>>2277299>>2277229Rolling1. nationalist2. racial supremacist
“Had I been just a man? Well, I can’t think of any other life than to be a soldier. Even if I were the weakest and shortest of men, I would still serve in the military.”Anna chuckles. “The soldier’s life suits you well, Captain.”“The lifestyle is only part of it. What matters most is purpose. And there is no greater purpose in my opinion that taking arms in defense of the Reich.” You sit up, resting on a small tree. “What about you, Anna? Given it a thought?”“I cannot say, Captain, I haven’t been exposed to any life other than my own. I like caring for the plants well enough, maybe I would make a good farmer. If I ever carry children of my own, I might enjoy mothering. Perhaps when I take up the arms, I might enjoy soldiering.”“You don’t know? Why ask then?”She shrugs. “An interesting thought, isn’t it? Normal men and women spend their whole lives chasing one dream or another, uncertain of their destiny. For us, our destiny is built before us. It is the cause of our existence. It’s what separates us from them.”You pull your legs up, bending the knees towards your chest. “That’s a good thing then, right? We are blessed to know what our purpose is.”“True,” she muses, “but isn’t there merit in having to discover that purpose yourself?”You spend several more minutes in the garden before drifting off into a nice nap. Anna shares the turf with you, an arm falling over your chest like a blanket. The nap doesn’t last very long, and you find yourself woken by a loud voice and soft kick.“Pardon me, Captain.” Erika stands over you. “I tried to radio you in, but you didn’t receive. Its your shift now.”You nod, suiting up and grabbing a rifle from the munitions locker. Before you take up the post on Noah’s Peak, you spend some moments rearranging the mines to cover more area from where you expect the assailants to come from. The redeployment wastes about an hour, but you are confident that it’s worth every minute when it comes to what was in store today.A couple hours passed until you spotted the second wave. Their numbers were slightly larger, but the distribution of arms was fewer. Four of the twenty had rifles, while six had pistols and the rest were unarmed. The big brained golem was in the back, but easily visible by the height added to by his enlarged cranium. The group marches forward, either ignorant or fearless of the outpost that you had set up.
“Captain! Spotted several assailants coming from the north!”“Acknowledged, Erika, I see some heading this way from the southern end. They should be within the minefield range soon…”Soon enough, the familiar booms of the minefield throw up two of the group in the sky. The golems back up, seemingly unsure as to how to approach. The leader barked a command, and the riflemen picked up their guns and started to aim at the bubble. On the order, four shots hit the bubble simultaneously.“They’re planning on choking us to death! Captain!”You nod, acknowledging that you had to draw their fire now. The group was more scattered, but the blast radius of a catalyst bomb may be able to cover them all, you think. The batteries were a better alternative, but you estimate that you would need to use three at least to clear the combatants. You could always just use your own rifle to fire at them, but that would invite more trouble for you than you might be able to handle, and you would need to Anna on the ground to support you.> Use catalyst bomb> Use battery bomb> Draw fire with your rifle
>>2279469> Draw fire with your rifle, Kill the leader.
>>2279469> Use battery bombKill the leader.
>>2279469> Draw fire with your rifleOur supply of "explosives" is severely limited & should only be used in dire emergency.
>>2279795 stop damage to the bubble at all costs
>>2279469> Use battery bomb But only one, then > Draw fire with your rifle
>>2280385Agreed, but if we can do that without using any of our improvised explosives then we should.
You decide to reach a compromise, and use only one battery bomb. It would be enough to disorient them, gaining you a little extra advantage for the assault. You radio in Anna to get ready to fire when the detonation happens, and throw the battery over. The throw was aimed towards the leader, but the target was a little too far. Still, you managed to expertly shoot and managed to fell down a handful of golems in the blast, sneaking up to kill the ones suddenly disturbed. The fire is successfully drawn, with several blasts coming at you, but still a few at the bubble. You sit behind the metal wall, crouching down to avoid the bumps of bullets weakening the scrap barrier.“Erika! Status report!”“About six active combatants remaining, but they’re scattering around the base! They’re trying to surround us, they know we don’t have enough to follow them all around the base. If possible, requesting backup.”“Acknowledged, Erika. Let me assess the situation and get back at you.” You peek over, sending a score of blasts. You spot ten active combatants on your end, including the psychic. They’re bunched up near the rock, and you count only one firing at the bubble. “Anna, go help out Erika. I’ll hold out here on the rock.”Anna’s receives the command, worried. “Captain? Are you sure? There’s a—”“That’s an order Anna, move out!”You peek and fire several more shots, stalling fire but not completely stopping it. However, in the current situation you weren’t too worried – the ammo capacity of the pistols looked small, and you didn’t spot anything the golems carried that indicated they had brought extra ammunition. Meanwhile, the Lunar Rifle was still powered up to fire several hundred shots.Sure enough, after a couple more minutes of the stalemate, you hear fewer and fewer shots coming at you. You peek up cautiously and then confidently, sending out scores of blasts at the remaining golems. All the poor bastards were lethally murdered or wounded. You look over to the bubble, looking dangerously faint. How long had the stalemate gone on for?Erika buzzes in. “Captain! Just managed to take all the riflemen out on our side. We’re about to rendezvous over now. What’s your status?”You look up. The two combatants remain, both armed with a rifle and firing into the bubble. One of them a regular golem, the other the big brained one. This might be a bit tricky.“Two left on our side. They’re too far from my position to fire on, may come closer to engage. Heads up, the big brained one is on their side.”“Acknowledged, what do you advise?”> “Take position behind the wall and fire with caution.”> “Flank them from the other side.”> “Draw their fire, I’ll take them out from the back.”> Write in(just quick update, happy superbowl friends)
>>2284153> “Draw their fire, I’ll take them out from the back.”
>>2284153Do >>2284335 but use a non-energy weapon on the big guy
>>2284153> “Take position behind the wall and fire with caution.”
>>2284173>>2284335>>2284419>>2285131“Draw their fire, I’ll take them out from the back.”Erika receives the order. You’re increasingly anxious as the bubble is weakened even further. The bullets seem to batter one zone in particular, cratering the once concave surface and decorating it with little spots. If this keeps up any longer, the osmotic factor of the bubble would drop to fatal levels and oxygen as well as heat would be rapidly exiting.Fortunately, the cavalry arrives and the two riflemen are forced to change their fire. You drop silently, grabbing one of the non-energy weapons that the golems have from the floor. The mechanism isn’t so alien that you didn’t know how to fire it. You crouch low, raising the rifle and prepared to fire.The targets are on the move now, having to change their tactics up since they’re now being fired upon. They continue backing up and shuffling to their left. You take caution not to reveal yourself yet, but they don’t seem to anticipate a combatant to take them from behind, and they continue facing the three riflemen, firing at the battered wall. You slow your pace and wait until you’re at a close enough range to fire effectively.All of a sudden, the big brained golem rushes forward, keeping his head low. He meets an energy bolt head on, pushing the creature back but enlarging his brain. Erika orders to cease firing for fear that the golem would shoot absorb more. The leader takes a stance, leaning back and dipping his head down. You recognize the formation from yesterday. He’s gonna send the shot back.“No!” You rush forth, spraying both creatures down. The bullets hit the backs of the beasts, felling them both down in a pool of their blood. The force manages to throw the head forward and send some energy forward, but not as large as you had faced yesterday. It mattered little though – the blast was aimed up, at the weak spot. A visible hole forms after the impact.“The bubble’s broken!” Erika barks. “Everybody, suit up!”You run forward into the colony. The reserve oxygen inside the remaining suits were a last resort in case all else had failed. Now that the bubble had burst, there was a crucial amount of time before the oxygen concentration was fatal. Fortunately, the suit locker was close enough for everyone to reach in time. You knock at Doctor Max’s clinic, alerting both Max and Petra to cease their operation and suit up quickly. In a manner of minutes, all the crew is suited up and bathed in oxygen.
Seb pants hard. “Damn, that was close!”Erika slaps his back. “Slow breathes, soldier! Don’t use all that up at once!”Seb nods, raising his arms and trying to expand his chest, slowing his breath.Petra turns to you. “Captain. If we put all the O2 concentrators up, we’ll have a large enough oxygen inflow to survive.” You nod. “Get to it, then.”Petra runs, Anna and Sebastian running to help her. Erika turns to you. “Sir, we can’t live on the O2 concentrators forever. Even if we link it up to the generator, if we catch another wave they can cripple us by attacking the concentrators.”“Another wave? There won’t be any more waves, Erika. We destroyed the best they had to offer, including their leader.” You look back, reflecting upon the carnage you created. The floor was littered with corpses. “Even if there are any survivors, I doubt they’re large enough to mount another attack. Especially given how sparsely armed they are.”Erika walks over, squinting at the battlefield. “Sir, the leader! Where is his corpse?”You scan the field again, widening the eyes. You couldn’t spot a corpse with an enlarged cranium. There wasn’t any trail of blood to indicate where the body went, only a pool of blood where he once laid.“Let’s hope he got the message. And even if not, we'll watch him try and reflect this with his brain.” You raise the golem’s rifle, handing it over to Erika. She looks up, face stern.“Sir…we’re going to have to call Stefanie out. If not to repair the bubble, at least to repair the radio tower. Imagine what High Command is thinking, not hearing from us during a lockdown!”You ponder. The base was quite vulnerable now. Letting Stefanie leave to make repairs would be very risky, especially given that the leader golem was nowhere to be found. But her expertise would greatly help right now. The question was, if you called her, where it would go?It also occurs to you that you had time to grab the lights now, but it would leave Erika to guard Stefanie. Or you could probably send Seb to grab them and stay with Stefanie.> Escort Stefanie to repair the bubble (you / Erika)> Escort Stefanie to repair the radio tower (you / Erika)> Recover the lights from the ruins (you / Sebastian)> Write In
>>2285734> Escort Stefanie to repair the bubble (Erika)I trust Erika to keep an eye on Stephanie while she repairs the bubble.> Recover the lights from the ruins (you)We can get to the ruins & back much faster than Sebastian.
>>2285785Agreed, the bubble is the priority at the moment, but the riskier path is to leave the camp and retrieve the lights. Plus I wouldn't mind checking on our little baby aryan. Command will just have to wait. I'm sure they'll understand, given the circumstances.
>>2285785“Erika, drag Stefanie out of her hole. Let her fix up the bubble. I’m going to stop by the ruins and pick up some items.”Erika nods, running off to the munitions locker. You rush to the garage and hop in the buggy. You think it unlikely that a strong third wave would arrive, but it never hurts to prepare for the worst. Outside the base, you navigate carefully around the fresh corpses of the recent battle. You first think to clean the scene up, but leaving the scene unmolested might serve as an ominous warning.The Hyperborean chamber is the same as you left it last visit. The lights are turned off, but they clutter around many a corner of the chamber. The lifeform inside the tank floats in peace, curling into a slight ball. Despite the peace, you don’t lose your guard and enter the chamber locked and loaded, sweeping around your rifle in case any unwelcome guests were sticking around. Once the coast is clear, you start taking the lights and load them back to the buggy.You find it amusing the sheer number of lights Sebastian had brought with him. In practice, he had only one studio to work with, inside his own office, and even then he had only used it to take still life shoots of rock samples for Petra. Before you had learned of his mysterious connections, Sebastian had waved off your inquiries about the large cargo crates that he had, claiming it was Propaganda who had requested it be taken. It’s obvious to you now that the request was not an overestimation on Propaganda’s side, but a calculation for ruins exploration.You peek outside the rock once you load the final trip of lights, making sure the coast was clear. This time, no incoming army was visible from your location. You make haste towards the colony, spying Stefanie using some tool with long reach on the damaged bubble area. Erika was at a distance, watching over the engineer to make sure she was doing her duty. She spots you and buzzes in to check on you. “Captain. Any good news?”You confirm. “Recovered some of Seb’s lights. I’m planning to set them up around the base. If those apes are crazy enough to come back tomorrow, at least they’ll be too blind to try.”“That’s great news, sir. I’ve got some even better. Max claims that he found a weakness for the big brained fellow. He’s waiting for you outside his clinic.”
You thank Stefanie for the information and decide to stop over Max’s clinic before you do anything else. Petra joins the doctor, tying up the weak looking golem patient to a metal pole stuck inside the ground.“Max. Heard you had some good news for me. What’s all this?”The doctor nods enthusiastically. “I learned about the creature’s weakness, Captain. Since the body is of no more use to me alive, I figured I would give you a demonstration since I know you don’t like to be overloaded with jargon. May I have your rifle?”You hand it over, unsure what to expect. The doctor turns towards the tied up golem in front of him, lifting the rifle up. Petra scurries over behind you and Max. The doctor then aims the rifle and fires at the subject’s brain.You tense up at the foolish notion, but trust Max enough to allow the demonstration to continue. Max continues firing multiple energy shots at the brain. The accuracy surprises you slightly, until you realize that the range is average and the target is quite large. In fact, with every successive shot, the target seems to get larger – the creature moans, shutting his eyes and leaning away from the pole. The brain swells up and reddens incredibly. You can’t tell if its due to the energy being absorbed or the enlarged blood vessels – perhaps both.At around thirty shots in, the cranium begins to stop expanding at a rapid pace. The tension in the head is pushed further and further as you see more energy being absorbed. You begin to back away slowly, Petra following your lead but Max unaware. Sure enough, at shot forty eight the head is reminiscent of an overinflated pigskin. The pressure escapes from the top, forcing the head down violently. Chunks fly from the top like a volcano. The subject’s brain matter flies high and paints a semicircle where you and your two crewmembers were unfortunately caught. The putrid smell of dead matter and burnt batteries fill the air.Max turns around. “Sorry about the mess, Captain, but I guess you get my point.”You flick gray matter off your shoulders. “So I just gotta overload the brain? Seems rather obvious now that I think of it. How’d you figure it out?”Max laughs. “I had a hunch at first. The heads of these creatures are somewhat similar to the batteries we have – the skulls are able to sustain the impact and carry the voltage inside, where the brain’s chemicals respond as if it were one of our batteries. And since we know that the batteries exploded when overloaded, I applied the same principle to the subject.”You whistle. “It needs quite a bit of firepower. Figure next time we face that thing, we need at least two shooters in order to pin it down fast. With one Lunar Rifle, it takes too long and the creature can send it right back.”“I had the same thought, Captain. But aside from that, this is a huge opportunity sir. Rest assured, if that creature bothers us again it’ll be for the last time.”
The intel is greatly appreciated, and you think of some interesting ideas. You aren’t completely sure if the raids are led by the ape, or if it will continue now that he escaped, but you got a good feeling that once he’s out of the picture, the likelihood that any more raids come will be close to zero. If you could act now – follow his leads in the canyon – you could catch the upper hand on the ape! You suspect that he might come from the secret entrance that you found six months ago – if so, it would be an ideal location for an ambush if you dared. Then again, leaving the base would be risky, especially given that you need help if you wanna take the creature down. Perhaps you could use the stealth suit, but then you wouldn’t be able to take the creature down if you found him. It would be valuable for planning for the future, and with Erika back at base it’d be at least better than if both you and Erika were on a revenge mission. > Search the canyon alone> Search the canyon with Erika> Set up the traps for the night> Write in
>>2288564> Set up the traps for the night
>>2288564> Set up the traps for the night> Write inHave Seb document everything, including after battlefield reports and propaganda pictures of the dead and of the terrain, weapons, and tactics of the enemy.
>>2289646Agreed. We're probably going to have a lot of explaining to do once we get Command back on the horn.
>>2288665>>2288709>>2288975>>2289646>>2290091You elect to take the conservative strategy and set up the traps. The base’s walls were too expansive to have a light cover every inch, but given the recent invading patterns and reduced numbers, you had decided to let the lights cover each of the cardinal directions. Each segment of wall had been shortened, allowing the head of the light to peek over without sticking out completely. The wires were each attached to an individual battery you had charged from the generator. After testing the light and being satisfied with the brightness and angling, you gather Seb and Anna and train them in the trap usage.“I’ve set up four trap postings around the base. Between all of us and Erika, we will easily be able to shine the apes down along nearly 75% of the wall. To cover the remaining quarter, each of you will need to patrol the perimeter semiregularly, at least twice an hour. As far as we know, the apes will return tomorrow, and I intend to not be caught again with our pants down. Understand?”Anna raises a hand, looking worried. “Captain, have we made contact with Command? As far as they know, we’re already dead.”You nod. “Repairs with the tower begin tomorrow. Stefanie is still occupied with repairing the bubble, so if we don’t face any trouble then our main priority will be re-establishing contact with Command. Anything other questions?”Both civilians stare blankly. You take is as compliance and turn over to Sebastian. “As our photographer, I will need you to photograph the carnage we have faced here so that I will review it once we contact base again. If we face another attack and you find yourself in a position to document enemy tactics, that would be extremely advantageous but not a top priority.”Seb nods, hoisting a camera up in salute. “I’ll prepare the set first thing in the morning, assuming we will be able to sir.”“Glad to hear it, Seb. You’ve both excelled greatly for barely trained civilians. Keep in mind that though the battle is over, the war will never end until we bring down all the Juden and apes from this planet. Dismissed.”The group breaks up, and you return to your quarters, taking your break shift from escorting, attempting to force a peaceful sleep until it’s your time in the morning.The next couple of days seem to zip by. The morning after the assault, you find the bubble shield complete enough to retain oxygen and order the retraction of the O2 concentrators. You’ve maintained the status of the lockdown by withholding the radio tower repairs, fearing that the next wave would come again in the afternoon. When they didn’t, you held onto control of the base, informing the crew that the repairs would commence the following morning.
Stefanie is soon called once more to repair the broken radio tower, a task you’ve been told would be finished in five days. You gave her a deadline of three. She seems to be working faster under your supervision, so you multitask in guarding her and manning the outpost at Noah’s Peak. The repairs nearly take all day, but the productivity is uninterrupted. You spot Seb trotting around the rotten corpses of the battlefield, setting up his studio to take photos for the battle report. Following the first stage of the repairs and the end of your shift, you take some time away to pose among the wreckage for Propaganda. After all, no sight inspires more wonder than the sight of victory.You’re continually tense with each successive day, fearful of another assault and another day cut off from Earth. The feeling is mutual among the crew – Anna is seldom found in her garden, and when she is you notice her songs stop. Max sulks near his clinic, but insists on being alone. Without her assistant surgeon duties, Petra retreats to her own quarters reading and generally being distant. The lockdown seems to have cut off many of her scientific duties, and without contact from Command she is directionless. Seb and Erika are the only ones who appear to be handling the situation well, adopting your strategy of keeping themselves too busy to be upset. Seb impresses you with his competency, making you wonder if his mysterious origins had included disciplinary training. Erika on the other hand is incredibly efficient, but you worry how the dilemma weighs on Security Officer.After a long shift guarding Stefanie, you and the engineer retire back to the base. You figure it would be time to bring some kind words to some of the crew and lift spirits up personally. Even if you spoke with Stefanie, perhaps the repairing operations would accelerate faster…> Comfort Anna into singing again> Comfort Max into leaving his clinic> Comfort Petra into feeling useful> Compliment Erika’s leadership> Compliment Seb’s adaption to guard duty> Inspire / Interrogate Stefanie into repairing faster(you can choose 3 options, the Stefanie one counts as two. also apologies for snails pace updates, trying to update at least once a day but next week may be more frequent.)
>>2291150> Comfort Anna into singing again> Compliment Seb’s adaption to guard duty> Inspire Stefanie into repairing faster
>>2291150> Comfort Anna into singing again> Comfort Max into leaving his clinic> Compliment Erika’s leadership
>>2291150> Comfort Max into leaving his clinic> Comfort Petra into feeling useful> Compliment Erika’s leadership(Also; the pace of update is fine; most quests struggle to manage consistent, daily, updates. Just let us know if you're taking any prolonged breaks!)
>>2291150> Comfort Anna into singing again> Comfort Max into leaving his clinic> Comfort Petra into feeling useful
space nazi quest will return in ~3days
>>2298293 Message received & understood, high command. Will await next transmission. Freyr out.
>>2288564Damn, that's some brutal Nazi science right there. Just experimented on and murdered a child.