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LOOK INVENTORY

LOOK SELF

>>13938578
Your inventory consists of: Numerous guns and ammo
clothes
A credit Chip
A massive ship disguised as a merchant vessel

You are quite dashing, if you do say so yourself.

Picture: The Dark Side of the Moon

Will dump some artwork until players get in here

Im in

pew pew pew

>>13938613
Proceed to this Mr. Max character.

You opt to go with Mr. Donowitz and Scot up to negotiate the sales with Mr. Max.

The area just off the hanger you're docked in is a massive area, filled with various shops, stalls, gambling dens and even a small church. There must be thousands of people on this deck alone. Mr. Donowitz and Scot stride purposefully across the floor as you follow. They stop near what you think is the center, at a bank of elevators. They get in one marked 'VIPs'. Gentle music plays as you take the luxurious elevator upwards.

"The Lunatic is on the grass... The Lunatic is on the grass.." you manage to make out before the elevator stops with a ding.

In front of you is an extravagent office. Rich red and gold carpet spread like wildflowers before you, and a solid oak desk adorned with old fashioned pen and papers litter it's surface, net to a modern computer that you think is built into the desk itself. The entire forward wall is a plastiglass bubble, looking out onto Tauros' moon and the various traffic going between.

You are awestruck.

"I think you'll really like Mr. Max" Mr. Donowitz says as he guides you out of the elevator.

>>13938958
I inspect the papers.

Mr. Max is sharply dressed in a white tuxedo. Everything about him screams wealth. He rises from his desk and goes and shakes each of your hands individually and introducing himself to you.

"A pleasure to meet you, Renard" He says. To Mr. Donowitz he says "As always, you are welcome in my palace."

With that he has several scantily clad women pull up chairs for you to sit and discuss matters. Mr. Donowitz does most of the talking, explaining that they had some equipment that had been salvaged, and that as always, you were looking to sell.

When the matter of the weapons comes up, Mr. Max raises his eyebrows and looks at you with something approaching admiration.

When Mr. Donowitz finishes talking, Mr. Max nods an begins typing into the computer.

"I'm sure I can find a buyer for you in a few days. As always Mr. Donowitz, you are welcome to enjoy the hospitality of my palace. You and your crew always have credit here." He sits back and pulls out a massive cigar from the interior of his tuxedo before continuing.

"If you want to send Renard here down to the Engineering decks to find Olivia, then we can even get those Gauss cannons and Shield generators installed on your ship for you" He flashes you another smile.

The papers appear to be mostly for show, although a few do have doodles on them of various large breasted women.

Sounds good to me the biger ther gun the better

bumping for players/ visibility

bump

One more bump before I continue on

"Just press the button marked E. Once you're down there, ask for Olivia. Sandy can show you." Mr. Max nods to one of the girls in a pink bikini and very little else.

She nods and goes to wait in the elevator for you.

"Anything else before you go, Renard?"

>>13938613
>>no weapons
WE MUST FIND ONE POST HASTE

OUR QUEST IS CLEARLY TO FIND THE MOST BEST WEAPON IN ALL SPACE-TIME: A TOOLBOX

also

>>13939349
"Nah, I'm clearly going to be TOTALLY FINE and I'm NOT GOING TO DIE AT ALL, NOPE."

>>13939536
You actually have quite a few weapons. What did you bring with you?

we fucking well didn't bring any weapons as that would be incredibly rude of us.

Clearly we are in the presence of an interstellar gentleman of the highest caliber. We go into the elevator, we fondle pink bikini good-naturedly, and after those gauss guns are bolted on nice and tight, we go back to Mr. Max to discuss some personal matters

>>13939754
expanding on this;

We need a new identity. Currently we are still the legally same person who mysteriously disappeared on the day his number came up for conscription. This means that if we go anywhere even remotely council friendly we're basically confined to quarters, and it also means that our crewmates could sell us out to council dogs if the bounty gets high enough.

We need to have the legal records showing us as dead, we need a new identity that is completely legit or as close as it can be, and that identity needs to not be on any council conscription lists.

Until this happens, we will always be reliant on Donowitz and crew to hold our little hands and protect us from the big bad Council, which means we're fucked if the money gets good enough.

and by "if" I mean "when"

>>13939754
I''m going with this.

The elevator ride down is quiet and a bit awkward. This woman next to you, while apparently harmless enough, seems to be radiating WAVES of anger and spite. You can't really tell if it's directed to you though.

The Elevator reaches the Engineering bay and opens with a little 'ding'.

Cramped, narrow corriders greet you and everything sees to be either metal or covered in grease. Workers with soot-covered faces and oil-stained overalls bustle about, few of them bothering to even turn to look at the two new arrivals on the deck. There's many indents and openings along the wall, and from an open doorway you can see the sporiadic flicker of a blowtorch. You strangely feel like you've accidetnly entered a gargantuan ant hive.

"Welcome to the Engineering deck. Don't get too attached to the locals" Your escort says rather dryly.

>>13939822
A good plan in all regards. You know from Mr. Donowitz' little lecture that Mr. Max is both powerful, a rebel sympathsizer, and rich. Hopefully he will be able to accomplish these things for you.

Remember that you're also going by a fake name to everyone but Tracie and Mr. Donowitz. Most people call you 'Renard' At this point.

>>13939854
have her take us to our ship, and show us who the shop boss is that's in charge of our repairs

oh, and offer the lady our coat. We may be a space pirate, that doesn't mean we have no class

>>13939888
and everyone can keep calling is Renard. This identity issue needs to be our most closely guarded secret, kept from EVERYONE.

This is between us and Mr. Max, and that's all it ever need be.

If I remember correctly, we're sitting on a sizeable sum of credits from liquidating our assets before we fell in with Donowitz. We can use these so that we don't have to draw from our share of the loot and raise suspicion

"Aren't you supposed to find Olivia first?" She's down here... Somewhere."

At your offer of a jacket she cracks an amazingly tiny smile. " You're nice, but down here, it get's pretty hot."

She steps back into the elevator. "Try the Engine room first. It's straight down the corridor about a Kilometer. Good luck." As the doors slide shut she says "Oh, and my name's Melissa."

The doors 'ding' shut.

>>13939930
285K in fact, currently on your Credit chip, not counting the income you'll get from the guns and loot from the asteroid field.

>>13939952
that should be enough to procure a clandestine identity shift from Mr. Max

>>13939939
get the boots moving, a kilometer ain't a stroll down the block. Make a mental not to remember Melissa's name. She may be low-level eye candy, but she's still close to someone very powerful, she could be useful to us later on.

John Starkweather should be our new fake identity.

>>13940004
>>13940004
With one parting look you face forward and start to move down the corridor,

Going straight forward is easier said then done. The workers down here constantly shove and bump into you or slam you into the jagged metal walls. Once a pipe breaks and steam erupts into the corridor just as you pass it.

Eventually, at the halfway point you step into a small alcove to catch your breath. It doesn't seem to have been touched in ages, and is covered in dust. It doesn't even seem like anyone can see you. On the ground however, are three tiny canisters, filled with a strange amber liquid and each canister has a tiny blinking red light on it.

>>13940119
Inspect them CAREFULLY

>>13940109
The liquid has tiny air bubbles inside that seem to be swirling slowly inside. Every few seconds the red light will blink on and then off. The top and bottoms of the canisters are made f some sort of plastic, and the main section is glass. After a few seconds, you also notice on the top of one of the canisters is a Council symbol...

>>13940171
Don't touch that shit. Go back and tell Max.

>>13940205
You back out of the Alcove and quickly make it back to the elevator, your heart pounding in your throat and sweat pouring off your skin.

The elevator ride seems to be going slower with each passing second but eventually the doors open back up into Mr. Max's office. All three of the men turn as you enter, out of breath. You hastily try and explain what you found to them. Once you finish, Mr. Max stands up presses a button down on his deck.

"Security team to Engineering deck, sector 15-1."

Mr. Max strides back and forth, talking to Scot while Mr. Donowitz turns to you.

"Renard... We never cleared you out of the database, did we?" A look of small horror dawns on his face.

>>13940339
Database? What database?

>>13940339
"What?"

>>13940394
The Council has you registered... Probably in few databases actually. Birth database, Citizen database, legal database... They could hypothetically track you almost anywhere if they put a chip in you!" Mr. Donowitz jumps up and rushes over to you.

At the same time an alarm goes off on Mr. Max's desk. Then another, then a third.

"Mr. Max! There's something going on in the cargo stores! An infection or... Something!" It cuts to static after only a few seconds.

The second is a cold mechanichal female voice. "Infection and hostile unknown entities on decks 5-7, Enginnering, Reception, and hangers two through 22."

The final alarm turns to the the heavily accented voice of a Russian.

"This is Edward Esturr of the Missile Frigate 'Leviathan'. We have detected a hostile biological prescence upon your station. Allow our landing crews aboard, IMMEDIATLY."

"Son of a bitch" Mr. Donwitz whispers, gripping the base of your skull.

"They got you with a chip. Did you know anything about this?!" Mr. Donowitz has his pistol under your chin now, his eyes inches from yours.

shit, I don't know. I don't know anything about a chip, or what exactly you're referring too. I was just a shop keeper before I walked into that bar and joined your crew, I don't know why the Council would be going to all this trouble over me. I was just another conscript. This doesn't make sense, why would they wait until now to nab me? They could have taken us out a hundred times over while we were in our unarmed ship, why wait until they might have to sort through every face on this station?

None of this makes any sense Donowitz

>>13940562
Mr. Donowitz sees the panic in your eyes and withdraws the pistol. At the moment he seems incapable of speech. Mr. Max turns to you.

"It's not just you they want. This station is where half the organized rebellion is run from. The only reason they haven't nailed us yet is because of some rather well placed bribes on my part. They don't just want you. They want this entire station."

Mr. Max turns and looks out the window. In the far distance is the missile frigate, with numerous craft oving to intercept the station, their engine exhaust burning like streamers.

Mr. Donowitz turns back to you, a knife in his hand. He hands it to you.

"Take it out. It's in the base of your skull. Right here" He taps gently on the spot.

>>13940623
Do it, BUT ON HIS SKULL!

I WAS AN AGENT FOR THE COUNCIL THE ENTIRE TIME!

>>13940659
I'd say we either need a vote or a roll.

rolled 85 = 85

>>13940671

>>13940671

You grip the knife in your hand, your other hand feeling the spot on the base o your skull that Mr. Donowitz showed you.

Outside you can see the Council ships growing ever closer. There's more then a dozen out there.

More reports and alarms are going off on the desk as Mr. Max and Scot frantically discuss what to do next.

Mr. Donowitz is watching you closely, his eyes showing little hope.

>>13940694
Well... I'm at a loss here.

Give me a bit to type up the next section.

>>13940726

>>13940694
You suddenly relax and know what to do.

The knife glides through the air effortlessly.

You see Mr. Donowitz eyes grow as he realizes what is happening, and then suddenly go blank.

The knife smashes through his skull, spraying blood, bone and brains everywhere. You rip the knife out of his head and watch his body crumple to the ground.

Mr. Max and Scot both turn to look at you in shock. Your hand is covered in Mr. Donowitz blood.

You have time to decide your next move before they react. What do you do?

Bumping so people can see the madness that happens due to lack of players.

rolled 2 = 2

>>13940779
Lunge at Max and drive the knife into his throat. Rolling 100.

Hey OP, don't worry about it. Even if Renard is this Council agent, we still have a pirate ship full of loot, and a new captain. A man by the name of Tracie.

>>13940911
Yeah, I know. My goal when starting this quest was to let it go whatever direction the players want. It seems this is the price I have to pay.

Good thing I'm good at improvising.

>>13940896
Dark voices swirl through your head and then dart out.

Inexplicably, you drop the knife and start to stammer.

You take in the scene again, this time as if through new eyes.

The man who rescued you from war lays dead in front of you. Less then five meters away are two very angry looking rebels who have reached and drawn their pistols. Blood has covered your hands.

>>13940958
Spit in their eyes. "Go ahead and shoot. You're only killing a man."

>>13940958
Little do they know I have four pounds of high explosives surgically inserted inside of my abdomen, with a dead man's switch monitoring my heart. "Shoot, ya bastahds."

>>13940958
"Don't fucking move you bastard!" One of them shouts. Vaguely you recall his name being Scot. His pistol is shaking badly in his hands.

The entire station rattles as Council boarding ships latch onto the Space Station and start drilling through. From the desk, the thick Russian voice speaks again.

"I am informing you that your Space Station is now under quarantine. We will enact a strict and thourough purge momentarily." A pause. Then: "Good bye, Mr. Max"

The man you now remember is named Mr. Max cusses and jumps to his desk, shouting orders into a microphone.

>>13941015
Report you? Yeah, and I did.

>>13940994
Nah, you don't.

>>13940981
While your spit wouldn't travel that far, you get the sentiment across.

>>13941015

>>13941031
As did I.

rolled 10 = 10

Dive and tackle Scot. Brain him with anything nearby.

>>13941065
And my axe-I mean my report.

>>13941078
Scot sees what you're trying to do and dodges out of the way. You topple to the floor clumsily...

Just as the power flickers out.

"Motherfuck!" You hear a voice yell. "They cut the power!"

rolled 33 = 33

>>13941123
"And soon, your throats." Disappear into the darkness and rendezvous with the Council shocktroops.

>>13941141
You crawl away into the shadows, hoping to find a way out of the room. Your hand skitters against something. It's the knife. You grab it and continue crawling. Behind you, you can hear Scot cursing.

Your head bumps against a wall, and almost instantly a bullet appears above your head. You scramble for safety in the shadows.

"The emergency power should kick in soon..." You hear Mr. Max say.

"That fucking Psycho... He's still in here."

There's something cowering against the wall next to you. It's Melissa, the scantily clad women. She doesn't seem to notice your prescence.

From your spot against the wall, you can see the Desk, Mr. Max and Scot all outlined by the moon behind them.

>>13941216
Take her as a human shield. Cover her mouth so she doesn't scream.

Pull her with us up to Scot or Max, whoever is closest. When we get close, toss her into them, and then attack with the knife.

>>13941233
I'll need a roll for both of those.

rolled 50, 43 = 93

>>13941246

>>13941250
You grab the cowering girl in your hands and press the knife to her throat, forcing her to stand up with you. Once she is fully up, you force her to walk towards Scot.

A horrible silence fills the room. Both men are looking for you, but can't see anything in the light. You're within striking distance of Scot when he notices you and fires three times, just as you launch the girl's corpse into him.

The bullet's tear through her, spraying blood and organs all over you. With an inhuman howl of rage, you launch yourself at Scot, who's struggling with the mutilated corpse on top of him.

With another shriek, you jab the knife into Scot's head, again and again. His screams quickly turn from rage, to pain, to terror. Blood trails and sprays from your knife, splattering the carpet, the window, yourself and Mr. Max. After the first few thrusts, Scot's body stops moving. After the first twenty, the head is pulp.

You stand up just as the red emergency lights click on, and you stand up, breathing heavily, and turn yourself to Mr. Max.

rolled 54 = 54

>>13941335
Drop to the ground, take Scot's pistol, and blow Max's legs away.

If successful, get on Max's radio and make contact with Council forces.

>>13941363
You reach down, slowly, deliberately and pick up Scot's pistol. r. Max involuntarily takes a step backwards as you raise the pistol up to him. A pistol soaked in blood now. You squeeze the trigger.

*BANG*

The bullet takes out his knee. Mr. Max collapses with a scream of pain and holds the injured knee. You fire another shot into his other knee.

*BANG*

Dark voices laugh within your head as you press the intercom an open a link to the Missile Frigate. A video screen pops up, showing a young Russian commander.

"Well, Mr. Max? Have you decide-" He stops in mid-sentence as he takes in what he's seeing.

"Who the hell are you?" He demands after a moment.

>>13941453
"Council Templar Robert Tscharch. I've accomplished my mission. Mr. Max is dead, and soon this installation will be in Council control." Stop speaking for a moment and wipe our hands on the desk. "Things got a bit . . . messy. I'll need new clothes."

>>13941500
The commander orders a search of the database for you.

"Robert Tscharch.. It say's here that you're wanted for draft dodging. You're not one of our registered agents..."

The dark voices fade completely this time. You stand, bewildered and confused, before a video display of an angry Council Commander, drenched in blood, with a wounded man laying on the ground next to you.

Suddenly, the Commander seems to realize something. He turns to confirm it with one of his subordinates and then turns back to face you.

"Robert, were you exposed to any Amber-336?"

Recognizing the blank look on your face, he cut's the channel.

"Amber 336... Motherfucking council gassed us..."

You turn to look at Mr. Max. He is quickly bleeding out on the ground now.

"What did you say?" You ask, kneeling by him.

"It's... a bio-weapon. Even minor contact can drive someone murderous. If it.." He coughs up blood and leans back. He is rapidly turning pale. "Monsters. It makes monsters..."

You hear the elevator 'ding' open from the other side of the desk.

>>13941612
Pick up Max's pistol in our other hand. Dive under the desk and look to see who's at the elevator. Be ready to blow them away.

(nice touch here, with him not really being an agent)

You dive behind the desk, taking just a second to check how many bullets are left in the pistol. 6.

You glance from behind the desk at the newcomer.

In the pale red light it looks inhuman. Hunched over, with what appears to be blood leaking out like sweat from it. It's head is dangling at a 90 degree angle, it's face a permanent mask of horror. One of the arms is held at the ready, 6 inch claws sprouting where fingers once were. It shambles forward, constantly producing some sort of noise. Almost as if it were babbling or stammering. Straining your ears, you can just make it out.

"Help... help... help..."

bumping

Fear has you paralzyed. The... thing scoots closer to you and runs into the corpse of Melissa and Scot. With a sickening "squick" sound, a long, leech like tentacle slithers out from the neck area and starts sucking up bloo and bone from the tangled mess.

Alright, bumping because I think more people might be willing to join now.