>>16133201
>Also, is 4chan fucked up for anyone else?

Nope.

Ready when you are, brain. And no, 4chan isn't derped for me.

You are a strange creature, capable of taking over other lifeforms to serve as your vessel. Your current host, Jack Winters, was unbeknownst to you a drug addict, and overdosed on speedball. To survive, you bonded with him, but this damaged you, leaving you separated from the bodysnatcher command structure. An individual by accident, you are hunted by the cyborg aliens, the forces guided by the illuminati called the Wise, and your own kin.

The Fools managed to call you without alerting the Wise, and gave you an offer. You refused it, and clued in Richard, who, while giving out orders, due to you eavesdropping unwittingly revealed his suspicion that one of the Wise is leading the Fools. Returning home, you agreed to accompany Catherine to a meeting with her sister, where you had to stay outside because of some bad blood between her and Jack. A Fools assasin struck you down, and you awoke in a morgue, supposedly at a base in Sweden.

>>16133255
>>16133353
Damn. Well, I guess I'll have to look around in my browser to see if that's the problem.

Your known abilities are:
- reinforcing your muscle and bone tissue, making you several times stronger,faster and tougher
- growing weapons from your arms, limited to one on each arm in any combination:a hooked, double edged blade on your forearm, claws, a spike that springs out from your wrist underneath your palm or launchable bone spikes
- hardening your skin into thick,segmented bone plate armor resistant to heat and energy weapons, and growing a membrane under your skin, that contains fluid that hardens on impact
- absorbing ingested organic material, that you can use to increase muscle and bone density(animal tissue is the most effective)
- the ability to call forth your host's memories, skills and knowledge
- altering your appearance, includin skin\hair\eye colour, facial features, height, build, and gender, though the more elaborate the change is, the more time and effort it takes.
- producing almost any kind of drug,poison or acid in liquid form, including sedatives, that you can deliver via gasses, at high pressure from an opening that can be created anywhere on your body, or through the wristspike.
- producing special material that can be a flaming liquid sprayed out, a flammable gas or a sticky jelly on fire
- emitting pheromones that influence humans
- sensing the mind-link of bodysnatchers

- enhanced senses, capable of switching to different spectrums (infravision, ultrasound, noise filtering, etc.)
- fiber-optic nervous system, allowing you to ignore pain to some extent, and speeding up your reflexes by orders of magnitude
- a pair of leathery wings growing from your shoulder blades, with a bio-fuel fed jet system underneath it, allowing you extremely fast aerial movement
- superhuman sense of balance
- four combat tentacles
- sonic vibrator drums that can cause disorientation, loss of balance and nausea on a wider area or severe pain and internal damage when focused. The effect magnifies the more drums you use.
- combat tendrils that can be shot out to a few dozen meters, they are a centimeter in diameter, as strong as steel cable, and have hooked ends that lodge themselves into objects or enemies

Mutations:
-Perfect Predator
Noise-level sense, body better optimised for stealth, invisible to digital sensors and leaves no scent
-Monstrous Strength
Increased strength, speed, and leaping distance
-Armoured Juggernaut
Massive armour, capable of deflecting most attacks and weathering the rest.
-Master of Arms
Improved bodysnatcher weapons

Quickly stepping inside the elevator, you scan the possible floors, from -4 to 5 with an extra stop at the very top marked "Experimental Vehicle Bay, Authorised Access Only". There doesn't seem to be any ID card readers or keypads like in the Wise base.

With an afterthought, you close the wounds you yourself made as camouflage. The labcoat made out of your flesh shivers and changes back when you hear a surprised cry from the soldiers who rushed past beside you. They found the two sedated doctors. Their boots thunder on the floor as they sprint back, but you relax, your heightened nervous system giving you all the time you need to make a decision.

Wat do?

(Last thread, people suggested smashing your way out on the ground floor or sneaking aboard a craft in the vehicle bay, with Magus advocating doubling back from a different level to confuse your enemies)

>>16133368
>struck you down
For those who don't remember - by that he means "blasted your brain out of your skull". Literally. The Fools were conviced that now we're just a vegatable; still healing, but mindless. But they don't know that we're not what we claimed to be. Our mutations probably also have something to do with that.

I still say we smash our way out of a 5th story window, fly off, then double back and lurk under the 'experimental vehicle bay' exit point, wait for one to launch, then hitch a ride on it.

>>16133448
Yeah, tried to shorten it a bit.

Also, before I forget again, archives:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Bodysnatcher+Quest

>>16133449
Why not. Otherwise I'd suggest checking if the building has a sauna. That way we'll know if we're actually in Sweden.

Why don't we stick around for a while? incapacitate (but not kill) any high ranking people we can find, and cause confusion. And in the confusion, see how much we can learn from this place.

>>16133422
It would be good to break into office of some high up to gain some information, but we don't know where it is, and we're not in position to stumble around. We may be big, bad alien, but there are still things bigger and badder than us, and Fools already proved that we shouldn't underestimate them. Go for wehicle bay, but Magus plan is also reasonable.

>Cookies rderabo
We don't have time to search for cookies captcha!

>>16133494
don't forget, we still aren't fully healed. Having half our head torn off by a sniper rifle isn't do us any favors. We're not in top form and deep in enemy territory.

Hang on, if our head was blown to bits, then just what kind of injuries are we capable of recovering from? What does it take to finish us off?

>>16133559
short answer: we don't know. The conventional rules of life, even as applies to bodysnatchers, don't seem to apply to us anymore. I think it's a side effect of the Protean Nature mutation.

>>16133559
We have no idea. We're a mutant, an aberration amongst our own kind. Bodysnatchers replace most of host's brain matter, but some of it remains. We did that too, but now round from sniper rifle changed that. We should be dead or braindead, and yet we recovered, though it took us three days.

You punch in the button for the fifth floor, and wave at the soldiers sliding to a halt at the end of the hall. The doors slide closed, and you armour yourself, explosive rounds slamming into the small space. The several inches thick bone stops them dead, the explosions leaving little charred marks on the surface. The elevator moves, going up for a full ten seconds before stopping with a lurch.

"Oh, come on." You sigh, then form tentacles, appearing forth with incredible speed, the blades at their tips ripping a rectangle out of the roof. You turn them into claws, and lift yourself up into the shaft above. The cable obtrusive enough to prevent flying, you extend your fingers and toes into talons, and skitter up along the wall like a spider, eight limbs propelling you up at a steady pace with a series of sharp tacks, the bones sinking into the concrete.

The wall explodes out as you exit, bludgeoning three soldiers laying in ambush for you, six more freezing in surprise. Their heartbeats betrayed their positions, and you shred the rest apart with a barrage of spikes from tentacles and arms.

You can see windows a few dozen meters to your left and right, a single hallway leading deeper into the building in front of you. You can see a large sign saying "Server Room" adorning a doorway at the very end of it.

Wat do?

>>16133714
> you shred the rest apart with a barrage of spikes from tentacles and arms

Let's try to avoid killing the mooks, kay? Spikes tipped with sedatives are probably just as effective.

>Wat do?

Take a look out of the windows before we decide to do anything rash.

>>16133714
>Server Room
Maybe we can leave something that Cath can use to locate us?

if the fallen guards have any grenades on them, then toss 1/4th of them down the elevator shaft, and the rest into the server room. We don't have the tie or talent for detailed computer espionage at the moment. Best we can do is destroy as much of their infrastructure on our way out as we can.

>>16133714
I say we have a listen and use our enhanced senses to fully assess the area. If we find the server room to be safe to enter, as far as we can tell, we tear in there and see if we can find anything. Always keep an ear out for anybody on their way, so we should also prepare our aerial abilities (jet stuff, whatever it was), so we can surprise our foes with sudden bursts of speed.

>>16133758
Oh, sorry about that. Didn't want to seperate it into two posts, there's enough combat most of the time. If you people think so, we can retcon it into combat tendril+sedative comboing them unconscious.

>>16133765
We could always take some hard drives, stash them somewhere outside the base that we could locate again, but the fools couldn't. Then come back and pick them up for the wise to have a look at? We might not have the technical expertise, but our associates do.

>>16133802
I wouldn't argue.

On a side note, has anyone here seen the movie Planet 51? The human convinces two native guards that he's turned them into brainless zombie servants because A: They're idiots, and B: They don't know he can't. I say we do something similar. Drug up a soldier or two (sodium pentathol at the least) and trick them into thinking we've already snatched their body and that they should be helping us.

I think it's pretty much decided that we should check out the server room, whether to use it or destroy it. Tossing grenades down the elevator shaft also is a smart move.

>>16133802
Fair enough.

>>16133837
...I say we have a go at this. It seems like it could take things in an interesting direction, plus, Magus being clever has helped us a lot before.

>>16133865
>>16133837
We can try. If things go wrong, we can simply sedate them again.

Ok, so far we're:
chucking a grenade or two down the lift shaft
'negotiatie' with guards
What's everybody's views on these posts?
>>16133793
>>16133829

>>16133953
Well, investigating the server room is alredy decided. We take what we can and blow up the rest.

>>16133837
>>16133865
>>16133854
>>16133793
>>16133765
Casually sedating one of the remaining three guards, you dose the other two with a very minor anaestethic, just enough to confuse them and leave a numb sensation behind. They look up with terror at you. You smile pleasently.

"Okay, here's the situation. I've already put bodysnatchers inside you two. The'yre working, and you have a little time before they're done. There's no way to remove them, or undo the process." They seem to be in complete shock. "Now, you've got two choices. One, you resist, and I make it very, VERY painful for you. Or, you help me, and I'll make sure you stay the smae person afterwards. How's that sound, becoming as close as anyone can get to an immortal god? I mean, they shot me in the fucking head, and I'm still here!"

They seem to consider it. One of them speaks up. "I'll do it." The other soldiers tries to pull out a grenade. "FUCK YOU MAN!" The tendril lashes out, pumping a venom that causes only pain into the back of his head. He screams, and drops the grenade, his comrade looking at his convulsions with an ashen face. He stops struggling, and between wheezes, he shriek "I'll help, please just make it stop, please!"

You inject an antidote, and gesture towards the elevator shafts. "Throw in a couple of grenades, then follow me." You head off to the server room without looking back, grinning when you hear multiple explosions behind you.

The server room is empty, a cup of coffe cooling on a table. Must have evacuated quite quickly. Row upon row of computers line the walls, with a two desks with several monitors occupying the rest. The soldiers look inside nervously, unclear on what they should do.

What do?

>>16134013
Do we have a clue about computers?

>>16134081
Not beyond basic use, like MS Office and the like. Casual user things.

>>16134013
Drink the coffee. "I haven't had a good cup of joe in three days. Alright, yank as many hard drives as you can without breaking them. And tell me what you know about the vehicles on the floor above us."

>>16134123
Damn, I bet we owned a Mac. Well, anyway, let's see if we can find something of interest on the computers and if not take one or two hard drives and wreck the room.

>>16134013
What do the monitors display? Are they even on?

You, human, what's your name?
[X], do you have clearance for these terminals?

Ok, I have no idea about body snatchers, can we make him one and if so, would he be part of the collective?

I figure he will see through our ruse within minutes,so we will have to do something.

>>16134175
>>16134159
The monitors stare at you with blank darkness, and you switch the computers on. After they boot up, you are met with a password protected login. You sigh, and reach for the coffee.
>>16134155
The soldiers nod enthusiatically, and start stripping the computers apart while you stand watch outside the door. "Hey, does one of you guys know what's in the vehicle bay?" You can hear them stop, then one of them answers back. "No sir, we aren't permitted up there. Mostly KP-21s and a few jets, as far as we know."

They step out with two military green bags heavy with hard drives."You two stay here, got it? I'll be back in a minute." You take the bags, and sprint down the corridor in a blur, stopping by a window. You can see some kind of military complex around the building, a barbed wire fence surrounding it. Beyond that, woods spread for miles.

>>16134328
Wat do, of course.

>>16134304
we're not with the collective. we're an aberration, a damaged model who has mutated beyond their control. We can't actually infect anyone. Well we could, but only with our own self, we can't really reproduce, that we know of. We're just tricking these idiots with a drug trip.

>>16134344
Ask them who would have access to the vehicle bay. We can likely tear into it through the ceiling/floor, but we need to... 'infect' someone who knows how to fly. Preferably several someones, and send them off as decoys.

Do we know Kellery's cell number off the top of our head? (no pun intended). If so, we give her a call and alert the Wise to this location.

>>16134431
>we can't really reproduce
Well, we can, but only the traditional way, if you know what I mean. And the kids would be completly normal, maybe unless we tried to mess around with them in the fetal stage. As for Catherine, I don't know.

>>16134431
>>16134304
You can infect him, as shown be Doctor Scruffles. The results on the other hand are not easily predictable, especially since you mutated. And no, anyone you might infect would not be part of the normal bodysnatcher collective, since it is not a functioning part of you, so you cannot grant it either.

You do know Kellery's number.

It saddens me that this quest never has many people posting.

>>16134431
This sounds ok to me Brain.

>>16134500
Well, it is quite complicated to follow this.
Lots of stuff have happened and alone the list of abilities is pretty tl;dr.

Also, what is a Kellery?

>>16134496
>You do know Kellery's number.

Ask our goons if they have a mobile phone on them. I guess any landlines would get could in one of these situations.

>>16134514
Kellery is one of the Wise scientists and sort of mother figure to Daisy. She was proven to be useful in past.

>>16134514
Professor Aleksandra Kellery. Wise employee you "kidnapped". Guardian of Daisy, due to mind-link shenanigans and past trauma. Supposedly brilliant scientist.

I should really compress the abilities and mutations. I'll try to put them in a single image for the next thread on Saturday.

rolled 12, 3 = 15

>>16134496
We should remember that..when we finally make our grand reveal of "lol not actually human at all" we can make ourselves an army.

>>16134500
>>16134431
>>16134533
You dash back to the stunned soldiers, barely a second after you left."Who gets to go up to the vehicle bay?" They stare at you with confusion for a moment, then one of them speaks up. "Pilots, maintanence crews and anyone high enough to walk around the facility as they please." He fronws, thinking. "But lately, only the top dogs and scientists were allowed. Odd." You nod, then say "Next question. Do either of you have a phone?" "Uhm, no sir. We have headsets, and calls outside are banned for us either way." The other clears his throat. "Maybe someone up here? They have a pretty high clearance, they might be allowed calls." You grin at the man." Thanks. Hold these for a second, will ya?" You pass him the bags, and stalk around the level, looking through desk drawers and tearing off locker doors. You manage to find an iPhone without a passowrd or pin, and dial Kellery.

After a few seconds, she answers. "Hello? Who is this?" "Jack Winters." There is a short pause. "I believe you are lying. Prove it."

>>16134722
Hmm... I think we require Magus' to be a wordsmith with our response.

>>16134722
"Michael from research has a crush on you. Daisy gave you a terrible headache when we first met. Enough? Okay, first of all, I need you to trace this call. I came back from the dead in some kind of secret base operated by the other shadow government. Furthermore, I need an update on what happened in the last three days."

"When you first saw me, I was wearing your boss's face. I tricked you into handing me a meal, then kidnapped you in the process of freeing a scared little girl from the Wise compound. Michael from the lab has a crush on you, Daisy accidentally gave you a headache while trying to share how happy she was, and if Doctor Scruffles is around, tell him thanks for the advice. Now, trace this call and mobilize the Wise. I think I'm in Europe somewhere, in a Fool base. I'm on my way out. if you can get word to Cath, tell her that her sister is a bitch, but it's not her fault and I'll be home soon."

>>16134791
"Ah. Really?" You can hear her holding the phone away little. "Michael, do you have a crush on me?" You can hear him gibbering in teh background. "Interesting. Good to hear that you are alive, Jack. Michael, if you would be a dear and get on tracking this call's location? Splendid." She takes a deep breath. "Everything is falling apart, Jack. Catherine's sister is still in shock after seeing her transform, but that is the least of our worries right now. She chased after your abductors, and tore through downtown on live television. A group was dispatched, but she shot down several of our KP-21s. She blames the Wise for the attack, caliming that it was set up so they could experiment on you. Hundreds are dead, the media is in an uproar, Agent van Rohe is MIA, but was in all likelyhood simply desintegrated in the confusion. Catherine slipped away and simply dissapeared, and we can't find any traces of her."

You stare at the phone in disbelief. "Jack, are you still there?" "Yeah, just, surprised." You can hear feet rushing up somewhere underneath you, a dozen or so people coming up on stairs somewhere near the elevator.

>>16134960
"whoops, counterattack incoming. Call you back in a few. I'll sort it all out when I get home. Say hi to Daisy for me."

>>16134996
Don't hang up the phone, they are trying to trace it! You can fight without hanging up the phone!

>>16134960
> Michael, so you have a crush on me?
Dat subtlety.

rolled 6, 6 = 12

>>16134996
RIP AND TEAR!

>>16135006
true, set the phone down and leave it on, then deal with the incoming.

>>16134960
"Fuck. I've got trouble incoming so I might not respond for a while. Have you tried to have Daisy contact Cath?"

Do the fools' soldiers wear masks? If not, simply fill the staircase with airborne sedatives.

>>16135062
They don't. They wear simple, unmarked uniforms.

>>16135086
In that case lets put this ability:
>- producing almost any kind of drug,poison or acid in liquid form, including sedatives, that you can deliver via gasses, at high pressure from an opening that can be created anywhere on your body, or through the wristspike.

to use to knock them out.

rolled 1, 5 = 6

>>16135168
Knock them out? WHY would we ever do that? These guys are our ENEMIES. they killed us to examine our corpse!

I say we tear em apart!

>>16135197
It's not their personal fault. Their masters decided this and send a killer after us.
Also these guys are obviously as dumb as bread so we can't really blame them for working here.
We don't need to kill them and maybe showing mercy could earn us some rep here.

>>16135197
Because they don't pose a threat to us and we like to think there's a little bit human left in us?

>>16135246
By that logic we shouldn't be killing the cyborgs or body snatchers either.

I don't know if you remember, but the Fools are the ones who FUCKED US OVER FIRST.
Remember? The doc set a trap for us with his experimental killbot?

>>16135282
Nope.
Those aren't individuals with a free will, AFAIK.
They are like tentacles reaching out for us.
These soldiers have proven reasonable if dumb and overall preacious indivuals.

We don't kill if we don't have to. Leaving a trail of bodies wherever we go attracts too much attention.

>>16135372
Why put ourself in danger because these mooks have the wrong job at the wrong time?

They're Fools, and will be exterminated like the backstabbing vermin they are.

>>16135251
We are the alien, there never was humanity within us.

>>16134996
>>16135062
"I'm going to be away from the phone for a few seconds, got some incoming hostiles." You put the phone down on a desk, and run to the stairway. Turning a finger into a thin claw, you poke a hole through the door, then stick a tentacle to it, starting to pour gas into the stairs beyond. After a few seconds, you step aside, the soldiers running up, almost reaching the door before faltering. You hear a few of them fall, and the steel beside you is torn to pieces by gunfire, halting after another two or three seconds.

You count to ten, then open the door, and lift up six of the men lying unconscious, one in each arm and tentacle. After a second trip down, you have all of them propped up against a wall in a neat line. Jogging back to the room you were in before the interruption, you pick up the phone again.

"I'm back. So, how's Daisy holding up? Did she try to find Cath?" "Daisy was, devastated after you dissapeared. It was hard to tell her you died, and she kept insisting that you'll be back, even though she couldn't find you through the mind-link. She's been reclusive, barely eating or speaking. She's going to be terribly obnoxious about being right for the next few day." She laughs, tired. "Anything is better than the way things were, really. And Catherine kept herself hidden these past few days, she couldn't find her. Belive me, she tried."

(cont. field too frickin long)

>>16135435

Because we are not a beast. We are not a monster, we are a sapient, living being and we are better than that.

Remember that thing lurking around in our subconscious from last thread? I don't like the idea of giving in to it, and I see us sparing these men their lives as a way of rebelling against it, asserting our control over our actions.

>>16135392
Attention!? You're right, they'll never know that their most valuable experimental asset is missing, so long as we don't kill anyone!

Or what, you think they'll tell the media? "Be on the lookout for Jack Winters, a homicidal maniac who left 200 dead in a lab that doesn't exist run by an organization that doesn't exist"

>>16135459
You think for a moment, filing away everything for later. "Thanks Prof. What can I expect, any help coming?" She sounds bitter as she explains. "No. The Wise are unlikely to mobilise anytime soon, and I'd still need to explain things to them. They've been paranoid, unwilling to commit forces. There's something happening up there that we don't know about, and it has them afraid. The whole thing with Catherine on television is only worse. You should hear the theories flying around in talkshows and the news." You cover your face for a second, disheartened by this turn of events. "So, nothing from you guys?" "The best I can do is prepare a transport for you in Hellsinki in twelve hours or so. Get rid of this phone, they'll be tracking it. Call me again when you're safe. Good luck Jack." She hangs up.

You stare at the phone in your hand. "Good luck. Hah. Hahahaha. Fuck." Dropping it on the ground, you head on outside, seeing the two soldiers you tricked standing outside. One looks on the verge of tears, the other is grinning like a maniac. "We feel a little strange. Harold here can't stop smiling, or laughing." The man he points at giggles at this.

>>16135449
THIS. We are not human. AT ALL.
We are an alien pretending to be a human, using the memoires of a dead man to assist us to that end.

We are a sick, deplorable creature. We have stolen this mans entire life away from him, simply by existing. I mean, fuck, we took this guys girlfriend away from him, and then got her turned into a cyborg.

but hey, at least we're a damn good actor.

>>16135510
Actually, Jack Winters was going to die, with or without your interference. The dose he took was fatal, the only thing you did was push him to take it that night, instead of tomorrow, or the day after.

>>16135510
>I mean, fuck, we took this guys girlfriend away from him, and then got her turned into a cyborg.

We DID NOT. The fucking FOOLS were the one that did that. We tried like fifty goddamn times to get them to take her OUT OF THE ROOM and out of potential harm's way but THEY DIDN'T FUCKING LISTEN.

Don't blame us for that. We tried to prevent it.

>>16135558
If we hadn't infected Jack Winters, she would still be a perfectly normal human, unaware of the Fools, or the Wise.

>>16135492
"Don't worry, it'll pass. And good night."
Sedate them, grab the bags and make for the hangar.

Cath and the rest is something we can worry about once we've left the base. There is nothing we can do about it at the moment anyway.

>>16135570

And suppose that is true, what do you want us to do, just lay down and give ourselves up?

We deal with it. We continue to survive and protect those who we choose to protect. All of the people we have serving as connections for us are good resources and good allies, Daisy, Kellery, and Catherine. If anything, we need to keep pretending to have some semblance of humanity just to keep them on our side.

>>16135596
>Daisy
You mean, the other bodysnatcher?
>Kellery
She probably wouldn't give a s hit if we outed our self.
>Catherine
pfft. Shes only as human as we told her she is.

>>16135628

The only reason she keeps her psychopathic monster side reigned in is because she believes that she still has a boyfriend to come home to at the end of the day. Do want her running around unchecked if we just suddenly say "Yeah, sorry everything you're hoping for is a complete lie, I don't love you at all, sorry about that."

You see what she's doing right now. We have a chance to get her back to normal, but we can't do that as the Bodysnatcher mutant, we can only do it as Jack Winters.

>>16135667

We can worry about all this stuff when we get OUT of the compound. For now let's just find the quickest way outside and to a safer place where we can get a better bead on what's going on.

>>16135667
I'd rather have the efficient killing machine that takes down body snatchers and cyborgs -alone-, than the whiny, needy human.

even though we call it the "monster" it seems anything but hostile towards us. Just..cold.

Personally, I like to think of the creature(mutant, hybrid bodysnatcher, protagonist, Not-Jack Winters, whatever) as a blank slate. You are dominated by four things. What remained of your bodysnathcer instincts (survival, agression towards cyborgs, absorption), some of what seeped in from Jack (loyalty to those you think of as friends or family, a sort of laid back attitude), what you pretended to be and stuck with, and what you observed and learned from those you allied yourself with. Your true nature is still unseen, but this compromises what you have as far as personality goes.

On another note, unless someone else posts, I'll go with >>16135575 in a few minutes.

Also, what about the hard drives? Leave them, destroy them, stash them, bring them with you, what?

>>16135748
>hard drives

Oh, I thought those were in the bags. Bring em with us. If things go bad we can still drop them.

>>16135748
Stash em. see if we can make kind of an..organic storage bin inside our bodies, to keep them safe.

>>16135728

I think it just instinctively creeps us the fuck out by the very nature of what it IS.

But I guess we're not alone in that. A freak accident made us capable of independent thought and rebellion against our own kind, and...whatever Catherine is now is kind of in the same boat. Not fully a cyborg invader but something else, something far more powerful...

Maybe we've been looking at this wrong. Instead of trying to appeal to her human side we COULD actually reveal more of what we are. Our unique standing in this conflict might appeal more to what she is now, than any sort of emotional attachments we had before this whole thing started.

I don't know, maybe it is time to give up this whole charade. The world is currently up shit creek it seems, we might need to step up our own game a bit to keep up.

>>16135748

I agree, carry them with us.

>>16135806
In a way, Cath is only as human as we keep telling her she is. How did she put it? "not Catherine." And for a while, she was "not-Catherine" untill we convinced her she was still human. Because we were also still human, and we were also infected.

But that was a lie. We're not human at all, only pretending to be because it suits our needs. Catherine is only as human as we keep telling her she is.

>balls, lost a post. Damn shoddy browser. I'll change to another one.

"I wouldn't worry." You take the bags from them, and hang them on your shoulders. "I mean, it's not like I actually infected you guys. You're still one hundrer percent human. Anyway, I'm in a hurry, thanks for the help, and sweet dreams." Harold manages to get as far as "Wha-" before the tendrils strike them, administering a safe dose of sedative. You catch them as they begin to fall, and settle them on the floor in what looks like a vaguely comfortable position, then walk to a window. Wings and jets forming, you open it and leap out, flying up to the next floor with a quiet burst, no louder then a firecracker. In front of you is the hangar door, and you open it slowly, just enough to crawl inside, then close it again just as carefully. It's pitch dark inside, and your eyes adjust, becoming black orbs, the better to catch any stray light with. You can see a few VTOLs, Wise issue KP-21s, around you, and a bright source of light about thirty meters ahead. You shield your eyes, the light too strong, and decrease the sensitivity.

It's Megan. She has some sort of bracelet that projects a few holographic images, and she's thinkering with it somehow while humming tunelessly. Her white tank top allows you to see someting bulging along her back like an extension of her spine, blue light running along ractangles with rounded down edges. She's standing about ten meters above ground on top of something large, a long and slender metallic object, seemingly crafted from one piece.

It's an HK. Large spikes jut from where it's segments meet. It seems inert. For now.

Wat do?

>>16136061

If we have the drop on her, take it.

I've been wanting to take this bitch out for a long time now. Shoot bone spikes at her, aim to kill.

>>16136061
Sneak up on her, grab her, and interrogate her.

Digital camo on, of course.

>>16136093
>grab her
Detailed description, please. This might be important.

>>16136061
We're good at sneaking, right?

Load the disks on one of the VTOLS and prepare it for take-off.

We aren't really strong enough at the moment to take her on, but we should reciprocate for that spike to our head.

What options does Master of Arms arms give us in the long ranged, silent and hurts like a bitch department?

I'd say fire a bonespike with a sedative inside. Knock her out from afar then grab and run.

>>16136112
In that case, tentacles wrapped firmly around those wires in her back,ready to yank, and keeping her arms to her sides..and of course, keep a hand over her mouth.

>>16136115
Whoops, kinda mixed her up with whoever attacked us.

Remove:
>We aren't really strong enough at the moment to take her on, but we should reciprocate for that spike to our head.

>>16136118
Seems like the best idea. I hope that implant isn't a remote for that HK and I don't really want to find out.

>>16136136

And again, MAKE SURE WE HAVE DIGITAL CAMO ON.

>>16136115
Well, you have the tendrils, almost completely silent, and probably capable of killing someone, though their main use is sticking into larger and stronger enemies, then pulling them in, or slamming them around like the Hunter did to you. Alternatively, they can be sued to absorb someone from a distance or pump material inside.

Spikes are meant to be as lethal as possible, and you can change their size from tootphick to as thick as your forearm. They cause some sound as they are shot out, but it's not very loud.

Then you have your gasses of course, hard to deliver at this range, but still very effective, and absolutely silent.

And then there are the sonic vibrator drums. They operate on a frequency beyond human hearing, and a concentrated blast can cause harm to a human. If several are used, it would likely result in death after a second or so. It can be used for stunning as well.

Votes please, this is important. Rewise your tactics according to this >>16136198 with the added part that bone spikes risk either delivering too little or too much of any substance they are loaded with. They are not precision built for delivering payloads, it's kind of a unique modification to you. Firing with them requires an seperate roll for delivery.

>>16136198
>>16136223

I'd vote for sneaking up on her and knocking her out via tendril. Then grab her, the drives and get out of there.

>>16136241
You know, I kinda want to infect her.

Really badly.

Sneak in close and knock her out with whatever acts fastest so she doesn't have time to react, then use that mind-reading thing we learned to find out where we are, how to fly these things, what she's been up to etc.

>>16135885

The Wise would agree, Humanity is a state of mind.

>>16136198

Simultaneous assault on her then, whip out the tendrils and time a large spike shot to her lying face such that both impact at about the same time. While doing that, fire the drums. Set them to "kill."

She's way too dangerous to fuck around with.

>>16136198
We definitely don't want to risk killing her..tendrils and knock-out poison it is.

>>16136461
>dangerous
as far as we know, shes a normal human being, that just happens to have the remote for a few lobotomized cyborgs.

We need information out of her, plus, sweet, prolonged revenge...we can even test out our ability to infect humans on her.

>>16136262
>>16136241
You lay the bags down lightly, careful not to make noise. You can feel the digital cloaking turn on, an almost imperceptible buzz surrounding you. Sneaking through the hangar, your bare feet change, gaining soft pads, the sensor in your head showing that you make almost no sound, well beyond what even a lesser bodysnatcher could hear. When you reach the foot of the support platform underneath the HK you stop, staring tensely at Megan's silhouette before leaping on the cyborg warmachine. The sound of you landing is painfully loud, though your senses show that it is still outside human hearing even at this close a distance. You take a few steps forward, then lash out with the tendrils, watching as they bury themselves in her back. She gasps as the sedative starts pumping into her. Then you're tendrills are cut in half.

The ends still attached to you spray blood and drug alike at the shimmering dome of air suddenly around her, the force field flaring up in irregular patches of blue where the fluids hit it. A cool impersonal voice booms up from underneath you, it's words pulled out from a library of recorded sounds making the sentences sound disconnected. "Physical assault on user Abbazio, Megan detected. Countermeasures deployed. Systems operational in... Error. User connection unstable. Reconfiguring. Estimated time until reboot... fortyfive seconds." Megan drops to her knees, then turns around, sitting down, hands out by the side to support her. "You know, I was just trying to disable that function. It's really annoying." She smiles, and gives you a little wave. "Hello, Jack. You're still alive. Now that's what I call tenacity."

>>16136261
Dude, you have a girlfriend! A creepy cyborg shapeshifter, who is possibly a half-insane, very deadly, on a hair trigger and likely responsible for the death of hundreds, but still.

>>16136497
Throw up our armored juggernaut and pummel the HK to pulp before it finishes booting up.

rolled 24 = 24

>>16136497
45 seconds, eh? that's 30 seconds more than we need.

grab her, get off the platform, and produce acid to melt away at the HK

>>16136571
She's still behind the force field.

>>16136527

Smash the HK, you don't want that thing on your ass and you can get some cheap shots in now.

rolled 39 = 39

>>16136582
oh. make that 35 more seconds than we need.

can we penetrate it's armor and try to directly pump it full of acid?

>>16136597
Wrist spikes would work, but it has limits. Won't reach deeper then half a meter or so. That"s about 15% or so of it's full height from top to bottom.

>>16136613
In that case it seems like we'll have to cover it with spikes on all sides.

>>16136527
>>16136589
Your flesh flows as it forms the thickest armour you can produce, and you start pounding an tearing at the hull of the HK. In a second, you have torn out a meter deep hole into it, flinging pieces of it's innards away at supersonic speed, each movement of your arms followd by a boom as you throw handfuls of machinery aside. You can hear a whining noise before it's shield activvates, but you keep at it, the edges of the field digging into the armour. After another second, you pull out of the jagged tear, two sizzling cuts on you where the alien technology eventually triumphed over your protection. "That's pretty rude. I just got this ride and you're already trashing it."

Megan still sits in the same position. The voice booms from underneath you. "Damage assesed. Secondary systems are at sixty four percent. Weapon system three through seven have received critical damage. Core functions are at ninety nine percent." She smiles at you with a haughty expression. "Oh, by the way, before you went all walking tank on me, you were rocking the shirtless look pretty hard. I guess being an alien shapeshifting killing machine does wonders for one's abs." She giggles. "Look at me, gushing like a schoolgirl. Let's talk business. The question is, can you take the field down and cripple my little baby here in..." The HK answers. "Thirty five seconds." She pats the hull beneath her." Thirty five seconds, or, failing that, will you stay and fight it?" She beams, the very picture of innocent helpfulness. "Maybe you could run like a scared little bitch?"

>>16136855
Damn, physical atackes do not seem to be too effective. Let's see if we can damage it with our sonic weaponry, if not we'll probably have to run.

>>16136913
Looks like we are gonna blow her eardrums out with sonic stuff.

>>16137040
I'd say we shouldn't aim our attacks at her. We haven't used these weapons before and I don't want us to splatter her all over the floor.

I would assume that the HK would have had the cyborg consciousness stuff ripped out of it and would be directly controlled by Megan who's full of sedatives. With our super-speed reflexes we would run circles around it in that situation. We probably shouldn't bet our life on it though, even if we can come back from the dead - they know about that this time and we won't escape so easily again. Given that we don't really have any anti-force-field weaponry running like a scared little bitch is pretty tempting.
In conclusion: we should stay and fight because I really hate Megan. Hit it with everything we've got and pray.

>>16136855

"You are one fucked up lady, you know that?"

We just need to find the control interface on this HK and destroy that.

>>16136855
In addition to what has been already suggested, try to produce so much knock-out gas that we can fill the whole room with it. Megan isn't armoured and the force field seems to let air pass.

>>16137040
>>16136913
You shut her out of your thoughts, and will away the massive armour on you. You aren't hurt too bad, but the seared furrows still pain you as tentacles and arms shift into the sonic weapons. Frowning in concentration, you set them to inflict maximum damage, and aim down at the bulk below. The drums scream, adn nothing seems to happen, but after two seconds, the force field quivers and distorts, waves running through it. "Hey! That's not fair! I get something cool and you already know a way to beat it! Screw you, asshole." She flips you the bird, then slips off the hull, rolling to the ground on two tentacles the HK extends. As she gets clear of it, the cyborg darts up suddenly, aiming for the roof. You try to jump off, only to find a bubble formed around you this time, only parting a milimeter before your head would reach the reinfroced concrete. You burst through it, slightly concussed, and the black machine spins underneath you. Your hands try to grip it, sliding off the invisible barrier around it, and you plumet, growing wings and thrusters mid air.

You dodge to the side when the HK comes barelling towards you like an insectoid train, and clips you, a wing braking from the whiplash as you are sent swirling in the air. The roof rushes towards you, and the shock-absorbants reduce the impact as you roll along the edge of the building. You start healing your wing, trying to pull it back into shape with tendrils, the bones slowly piecing back together. Megan shouts from the hangar. "Twenty five seconds, motherfucker! Run or die!" The warmachine seems to hang effortlessly in the air, late evening light glistening on the carapace-like steel.

>>16137215
>You burst through it
Burst through the roof, that is. The force field resisted raw force.

>>16137215
Come on Jack. You've seen those energy lances often enough and Cath has basically a part of you within her. Shouldn't you have an idea how to replicate those as a bioweapon you can employ?

Otherwise, sonic assault followed by every ranged attack we can muster.

>>16137284
We should try to kill or cripple that damn bitch, Megan, but if we hit 10-15 seconds, I recommend a quick retreat and to try to find the way to Helsinki.

oh crap did I make it back in time for this?

rolled 28 = 28

>>16137215
I got an idea.
circle around, gathering speed, and stick out whatever limbs you can to form a large cutting edge, and try to hit supersonic (sonic boom) just as you hit the forcefield.

we're gonna make ourselves a bullet.

rolled 49 = 49

>>16137378
Alternatively, if supersonic speeds are impossible, we'll have to just use a concentrated blast from all of our drums, and hope we can stay inside the field, if that doesn't disrupt it.

>>16137378
and a bloody smear. listen, it can't see us normally. the only way it can fight us is if Megan is guiding it. So, we need to knock megan out. those sedatives should be having some effect, and now that it's away from her, is her field still up?

>>16137411
I don't think so...

>>16137284
speaking of, pic related

>>16137411
The shield went down when she moved away from the HK. But correct me if I'm wrong, I thought >>16137378 meant slashing along it's side. Slamming into it head on is a quick and easy way to be reduced to a pulp with some chunky bits inside, but the base idea is just crazy enough to work, with some rolls that don't suck something fierce, that is.

rolled 42 = 42

Hey, wait a second, when we got weapon master, it said we also got some new weapons..do we know what thosse are, or are we supposed to figure that out?

>>16137494
Combat tendrils, sonic drums, flame substances, and gas delivery. It also refined your existing weaponry further, making them more lethal.

Okay, let's tally up the votes. Who wants to do what? Currently we've got frontal attack, high speed assault and attacking Megan. Rolls would be nice as well.

rolled 62 = 62

>>16137566
I still think my high speed assault will work..if the sonic boom frazzles the shields, that will let us take a huge gash out of it.

>>16137566
We've got to see about evolving more electromagnetic weapons. Anywho, my vote goes to knocking megan unconscious, then using sonics to bring down its shields. Without anything to target or protect it, we should be able to start pumping acidic gasses into those holes we tore in it earlier without trouble.

>>16137566
Use our sonics to find its resonant frequency so it shakes itself apart.

After knocking Megan out, obviously.

>>16137566

Let's take out Megan. She's the weakest link here. Keep the drums running, we don't want those shields going back up.

rolled 54 = 54

Hey brain, did any of those sedatives actually reach megan, or did the tendrils get cut off too soon?

>>16137666
A small amount. Not enough to do more than make her a littl woozy.

>>16137630

That sounds like a good idea.

Cripple it's ability to target us, then corrode it from the inside out.

rolled 56 = 56

>>16137685
hm..if she is controlling this thing, that wooziness could be the split second we need to turn this in our favor. still supporting the air assault

I still think we need to start working on more basic biological programming. Namely, nanoscale-powers. I mean, if we can control our cells in such a way as to alter matter on a chemical level, we'll be able to become far more powerful than we are now. No long will we be bound by the conventional limits of organic life, as we will be able to create biology from anything. Silicon, iron, uranium, all of these will be for us as living tissues are now. Edible, and extremely useful.

Maybe it's just me though.

>>16137778
It's not just you. Being able to create precisely designed bioweapons on the fly would be awesome.

>>16137778
Honestly, I can't really see us going that way. Sure, it'd make sense for us to branch out, what with our constantly evolving, but the whole thing would sort of mess with OP's flow.

If it didn't, I'd be all for it. But that's a big if.

The HK soars towards you as you unleash bone spikes at it, drums screeching as they send wave after wave at it, constantly switching frequency. You leap away from it at the last second, keeping up the barrage on it... and then fall down the hole in the roof. Landing on your feet, Megan flinches back in surprise, trying to flee. From a contemptous blast of a drum, her knees buckle and she falls on her side. Tendrils flash, starting to pour sedative at a measured pace, trying to figure out the amount she already received so as not to overdose her. "Fuck you, Jack. Fuck. You." she manages to say, collapsed on the ground, giggling for a second before falling unconscious.

A shadow blocks the sun above you, and you look up to see the HK just hovering there. "Area denial weapon primed. Origin Virus initiated." It's surface starts to boil and bubble, the shield contorting into strange shapes around it. "Increasing shielding s-s-s̘͍̤͚ͩ̀̍͑͛̂̀͡ystems. Sensor array re-re-r͍̺͐͟͞͠e̡̟͕̤̲̋ͫ͛ͬͅ-redesigned. Hello, J.ck W̹͕̼̫̱̯̒̓ͣ͌̚i̝̬͆͋ͯ́̒̀n̠̤̜͗́ͣ̈̿̊ͅt̅͏̝̤̤ȩ̝̣͓̞͚r͉̦̽ͬ͑̅͘
̳͚̩̙s͓ͩ̾̎̌͟
." Dozens of weapons sprout from it's bulk, annihilating a large cylinder of the building down to the very deepest level. You float twenty meters away from the edge of the blast zone in the air, Megan still in your arms. "Wonderfffffffu̜̱͍̱̽̈̽̄uuú̫̲̙uuu̜̱͍̱̽̈̽̄ul to meet you."

>>16137973
I do believe that this is the time to beat an expeditious retreat. tl;dr RUN FOR IT!

>>16137973

I'm imagining fighting SHODAN right now thanks to that text effect.

It's somehow awesome and awful at the same time.

Anyways, stick to the plan, get loads of acid gas into the holes that we punched into it, it should be more vulnerable to attack on the inside.

rolled 72 = 72

>>16137973
>Origin virus

Well, now it's time to throw literally everything we have at it, or the world is destroyed.

>>16138059
Agreeing with this. Emergency grey goo scenario must be stopped.

>>16138102
>>16138059
If we'd done >>16137778 before this wouldn't be happening.

rolled 86 = 86

>>16137973
>>16138059
Seeing as this is all or nothing, we need to do everything we can, even if it kills us..This is literally the biggest threat we have faced..concentrate our drums, and the second the shield goes down, we have to RIP AND TEAR with everything we have

No defense. every ounce of strength we have goes into killing this thing as fast as we possibly can.

rolled 75 = 75

>>16137973
Throw everything we've got at it, and isolate some of the Origin Virus inside us for later study. Maybe we'll find an antibody.

>>16137826
I'd be all up for this, if it weren't for two factors.

One, I'd be hard pressed to find a foe who coul threaten you without starting to mercilessly pull things out of my ass.

Two, I literally have no idea whatsoever what you would become capable of. Besides almost everything, I mean.

>>16138016
Funny that, I never played System Shock. Just kind of imagined what a melting down, corrupted AI would sound like.

>>16138145
Hey, we know how to fight this. We custom-tailored our own cells to produce super-antibodies to wipe out origin infections when we tried to cure Cath, but held back because a total cure would have killed her. No holding back now. It's the Origin virus, and we're the cure.

>>16138174
We wouldn't be capable of everything, Brain. Nanotech doesn't work that way.

We'd be capable of turning a rock into a differently shaped rock, but not turning it into a bird. We'd be able to bring a cat back to life by rearranging its cells and jumpstarting its nervous system, but we wouldn't be able to make a cat out of a bicycle.

The whole nanotech thing would just add another level of interesting upgrades, ones more technological than biological. I prefer to think of it as an additional upgrade tree. Like WoW, though I hesitate to mention it.

Maybe I've just been playing Crysis too much.

>>16138174
Well, depending on the degree of control we have, with enough biomass we could make nanofilament blades, and carve through literally ANYTHING in our path.

>>16138240
Except nano-filament blades would become dull just by swinging through the air. The air friction itself would dent the edge.

It'd be a cool one off, pic related, but after one go I'd say it'd degrade into nothing.

>>16138230
ANd even more interestingly, we could advance technology by thousands,if not millions, of years. crysis nanosuits would be a possibility..and easily surpassed..who needs a bulky suit when your body naturally does that?

We could create a new breed of superhumans, Leaving the bodysnatchers and the cyborgs in the dust! we could take over the world!
We could take over the universe.

[Damn, I just got here]

Guys .... we had developed some powerful anti-cyborg acid substance in the past and then improved upon it at least once.

We should have filled that HK with it as much as possible.

>Sensor array re-re-r͍̺͐͟͞͠e̡̟͕̤̲̋ͫ͛ͬͅ-redesigned.
Damn.
It can see us even with out Stealth mutation.

>>16138279
Except to do so would take -decades-. First, we'd need to gain the initial power, then we'd need to get to the point where we can chemically alter materials as opposed to just moving existing chemicals around. Then we'd need to adapt our body in such a way as to be able to actually create objects that don't degrade into piles of literal shit seconds after being used.

I'd say 60+ years.

rolled 76 = 76

...rollan for development of nanofilament blades

>>16138230
Nanotech would be a cool way to introduce Electro-magnetic powers. We're directly breaking chemical bonds to release electro-magnetic energy, instead of just using the biological electricity that Winters already has.

>>16138327
well, many organisms naturally have similar abilities. Pistol Shrimp can create micro-fusion reactions with the pressure bubbles their claws produce, various bacteria can produce intense amounts of light (several have even been found that can feed on radiation, so fallout is meaningless), and I needn't tell you about the oragic capacitors in an electric eel's body.

But this isn't Guyver Quest. Not yet anyway. I'd say ease off and let Brain bring the mutations at his own pace.

rolled 78 = 78

Rolling for chemical-scale nanotech capable of interfacing with technology and interpreting radio waves.

Who needs a cell phone when you ARE a cell phone?

>>16138387
>feeding off radiation
That's another thing we need. Right now, I believe I'm correct in assuming that we'll get Ker-Dead-No-Save if exposed to lethal amounts of radiation. Being able to use radiation for energy would help somewhat in our quest to take the fight to our enemies, in that it'd alleviate part of our reliance of bio-material.

You let loose burst after burst of spikes, keeping the sonic weapon aimed at it, pouring as much power into them. The shield barely reacts, an almost imperceptible shiver running through it at the most. The mass of weapons charge, and the air seems to wail in terror. You dive, the heat of the discharge enough to sear your wings, making the leather crack. You swoop down and drop Megan into the arms of a soldier staring slackjawed at the battle, then zip up again, waeving and bobbing to present a harder target. Even with all six limbs free, you can't pierce the shield. You resolve to do something stupid. Something possubly suicidal. Something that could win thsi for you. You accelarate, heading straight towards it at breakneck speed. Air parts before you with a boom, but you keep speeding up. A skirt of vapour trails after you, but it's still not enough. Everything becomes a blur, and you swerve, your wings screeching in protest at the strain. A bladed tentacle extended at a sharp angle, you soar paralell to the HK, pushing the weapon against the shield with all your might. The bone screams and you scream with it, a bloodred haze clouding your eyes as it explodes into a thousand flaming shrouds.

You fall for a score of meters, then take wing again, gritting your teeth as you launch into another assault. You harden the bone more, and grit your teeth as the blade bites into the barrier, crumbling before you travel the cyborgs full length. The shield, however, pops out of existance for a moment. "What is thḯ̫̣̝̜̲̱̉ͦͣ̾̍͘s͍̭͈͇? Shield downnnn to fi....fty percent. Recalibra-r̥̂̾̇̊͋a̮̮̪ͩ̆͒̉ͬ-rating."

(cont.)

>>16138494
>thousand flaming shouds
Welp, time for some coffee. Supposed to be shards.

Also, we should have raided the base for live bodysnatcher samples.

>>16138494
Shivering, you aim yourself at it again, it's tentacles forming smaller weapons, energy projectiles falling on you like rain. You smash against the force field again, a tentacle turning into a bloody pulp after you traverse the corrupted HK's full length. The shield collapses for a full second this time, the thing shaking as it's mass flows and swirls.


"Why are you d-doii̿ͦ͊ͨ̅͝ing this? I know you, J-Ȃ̫̜̰̻͐ͬ̀̚-ckkkkkk. I feel what C̴͎̲̖͔̬̱̮̅ͪ̾ͨͦ̄a͙̭̘̠̰ͯ̀ţ̔̌hͪeͫ͋̂҉̗r͚ͪͧi̠̪͓̼̗̟͑ͬ͗ͥ̊͒n̪
̩e̛͙͙̝ͦ̚ feels."


You are forced to take on your Juggernaut armour, strange, deformed energy lances scything across the sky, burning you pitch black where they graze you, embers trailing your path. You drop, the protection hindering your flight, but you use it, shifting back, slingshotting up against it. With a wordless
cry of challenge, you hurtle towards it one more time, your body a seething mass of pain despite the muted signals of your neuro-transmitters. The blade strikes, and the shield wobbles underneath, sickly green and urine yellow sparks erupting. It collapses, and an explosion almost rips the virus-ridden cyborg in half.

(last cont.)

>>16138687

>"Why are you d-doii̿ͦ͊ͨ̅͝ing this? I know you, J-Ȃ̫̜̰̻͐ͬ̀̚-ckkkkkk. I feel what C̴͎̲̖͔̬̱̮̅ͪ̾ͨͦ̄a͙̭̘̠̰ͯ̀ţ̔̌hͪeͫ͋̂҉̗r͚ͪͧi̠̪͓̼̗̟͑ͬ͗ͥ̊͒n̪
̩e̛͙͙̝ͦ̚ feels."

WELL GEE, THAT'S INTERESTING IN ALL, BUT IT'S TIME TO FUCKING DIE

>>16138687
"Shield systems d̲͇̜̰̎͂́o͙͈̥͔̮͇w̴̼̰̟̦̄n̿͂͛͌̎̉, meltdown immmmmminent. Core compro-msd."

Howling, you grab the twisting hulk's side, sinking tendrils and spikes into it. You pour yourself into it, every last surplus cell, every little bit unnecessary to keep breathing sent to destroy. They devour it, turning flowing black metal into grey dust.

"No. No ṕ͚̹͔̥a͊͐i̷̳̝̇ͭn̮̙̭̞ͭ͛͞. N҉̠ō͉͚̖͖̳̊ͭ̾ more. No. No. NO."


Something bursts forth from inside of the shivering, dying bulk, air crackling around it, too bright to look at.

"NO MORE PAIN."

With a rush of displaced air, it dissapears, the rest of the HK falling in an inert shower to the ground. Nothing to hold unto, your wings a mess of ground bones and torn muscles, you plumet, hitting the ground outside the base perimeter with bone jarring force. Bloody, beaten, maimed, spent, and victorious, you crawl away into the woods, broken wings brushing the ground behind you.

>>16138736
Did we...just save the world?

>>16138758
Hell yeah son.

High five!

>>16138777
And only died a little bit!


course, if anything larger than a squirrel finds us, we're fucked.

>>16138736
Wait.

Wait.

We shouldn't just run away.
Damn.

Why were we running from the base anyway? It was a goldmine of information we could have used.
And we need to take Megan. We should at least kill her, I hate that fucking bitch.


Anyway, what condition are we in. We aren't going to collapse again, are we? Please tell me we wont collapse.
Do whatever we can to prevent blackout.

And start consuming nearby biological substances.
I know trees and grass are not really that delicious but beggars can't be choosers. Cut them down in manageable pieces, fill your mouth with some acid which will help you break down and process trees faster.

>>16138856
We're running because we have two options..crawl our broken ass away, and live..or stay and get curb stomped by the next person to walk by

>>16138827
we'll heal in a few minutes. Two things we need to do. First, we need to rocket-jump back up to the building and recover the bags, and Megan. Then we need to get both back home to america. And I expect to spend a great deal of time pumping her mind like a clogged toilet to learn everything she knows.

We determined last thread that we can use the mindlink to show images in our mind even to normal people who lack a link, right? When it's safe to wake Megan, I suggest we treat her to a crash course in "The Years Jack Spent In Prison For Saving Her Life So She could Betray Him Like A Royal Bitch Later." Special double feature. Anyone got some popcorn?

>>16138882
I like this. I really do. But I feel that we shouldn't do it alone. We're not the only one Megan backstabbed. Cath will want some vengeance.

>>16138892
She'll get it when we drag Megan back to the states. We can't kill her yet. She knows how to reprogram the cyborgs..and where the Doc is..once we get that info..we can start testing all those neat tricks we always wanted to try on humans, but simply never had one spare..

>>16138892
Don't care about Cath.

From the very first time we were introduced to Megan, I wanted for us to get a chance to do this:
Get very close to her face, look at her in the eyes when she is helpless and say "Jack is dead."

And kill her afterwards.
Anyway, if we stabilize from this fight (I don't think we will fully heal for at least a day) we really should get back to the base.

I suggest we use our senses to search for nearby big animals (bears, moose, etc) and eat them alive.

>>16138856
You struggle to get on your feet, limping as fast as you can away from the base. When you feel that you've put enough distance between yourself and the soldiers, you start snapping branches and hungrily chewing down on them. You regain a little energy, enough to show you how weary and hungry you really are, and you start biting the trees, ripping out mouthfuls and swallowing them desperately, strong acid dissolving it in your stomach. A startled squirrel falls out of the canopy, and you snatch it mid-air, slam it against a trunk a few times, then unhinge your jaw, simply stuffing it down your throat.

After half an hour of frenzied feeding, you collapse at the foot of an oak, taking list of your wounds and woes. Your tentacles hang limpy by your side, mangled and unmoving. Your wings hang in tatters, completely useless. The rest of you is gaunt and skeletal, functional but weak. Even basic things such as forming armour would be difficult right now. You lean back, VTOLs buzzing in the skies above, dozens of men shouting at the base.

(anything you really want to do or can I end it here for now?)

>>16138892
Sure, the more the merrier!

You know, to just about everything else on the planet, we are just a nearly omniscient entity for which classification is difficult. But to those we care about or who prove useful, we've _chosen_ to be Jack. I think we kind-of enjoy being Jack too. It's a comfortable persona. A bit of a fixer-upper, but still comfortable. For cath, Kellery, Daisy, even the Wise, we're jack. But Megan? She took herself off our Jack list. I think we'd have gone to the wall for her, sided against the Wise, done just about anything. But she had to be a bitch. Well, if she doesn't want us to be Jack, then she's just another piece of noisy meat.

>"Why are you d-doii̿ͦ͊ͨ̅͝ing this? I know you, J-Ȃ̫̜̰̻͐ͬ̀̚-ckkkkkk. I feel what C̴͎̲̖͔̬̱̮̅ͪ̾ͨͦ̄a͙̭̘̠̰ͯ̀ţ̔̌hͪeͫ͋̂҉̗r͚ͪͧi̠̪͓̼̗̟͑ͬ͗ͥ̊͒n̪
e̛͙͙̝ͦ̚ feels."

Did we..... did we just kill Cath?

>>16138947
Mostly asking because I'm at that sweet spot where I'm completely fine with continuing, it's just that everything feels like I'm a little drunk. Can't really promise any semblance of quality or proper grammar for any further posts, but I'm game!

>>16139000
drunken posts are the best kind of posts

>>16139000
KEEP GOING.

Go and get Megan.

Waterboarding for everyone!

>>16138947
>(anything you really want to do or can I end it here for now?)

Are we nearing the end of the thread?
When is the next one?


Anyway. Lets burrow into the ground and hybernate while passively consuming the ground.
Sure it will barely give us energy but the ground still holds nutrients and we could more or less recover if no one find us.

Although the tracks would clearly lead to this place, so I do not know.
Keep consuming the shit around us I guess and use as much as energy possible so that we do not go unconscious. Hell consume our tentacles and wing, maybe the left arm too. We need to stay awake.

>>16139000
Continue!

>>16139000
We're not letting Megan go. Not on anyone's life.

Absorb as much as we can to regain our strength, and go back to get her. Hell, I'll settle for killing her quickly if we don't have time.

If we don't, it'll go back to bite us in the ass later.

Oh shit, I remembered.

We can shapeshit into pretty much everything, right?

Can't we turn into an animal ... like a wolf or a boar so that they will not find us?
But I am not sure if turning into something much smaller will actually be power-consuming.

Just throwing out the idea.


We could consume our own mass and become smaller, no?

>>16139036
>>16139091
[me again]

Actually, consume things that are not vital for our survival right now:
Hair, nails, teeth, several layers of skin (not sure if vital or not), kidney, lung, earlobes, nose, a percentage of least used muscles, ectc

Continuing, hold your horses.

I agree that we should take Megan. I doubt that she would tell us anything, but hey, we have brain-probing tendrils. Homever, we're pretty weak now and the soldiers probably managed to take her somewhere safe. Unless we literally swallow some guards whole, we won't be strong enough.

rolled 48 = 48

>>16139133
Good idea!

Let's go eat a ton of people. Sneak in before anyone notices, eat someone, hide, repeat, until we get to Megan. Then take her somewhere we can interrogate her.

>>16139133
>Unless we literally swallow some guards whole, we won't be strong enough.

I am not against this, actually.
I wouldn't have minded if we went lethal route when escaping instead of sedating everyone.

rolled 81 = 81

>>16139133
Let's do it then. Eat some guys and grab Megan.

She is official on our shit-list. That means we'll accept any amount of collateral damage to get to her.

Gritting your teeth, you reabsorb the useless limbs, tendrils tearing them apart inside. You take what nutrients you can gather from them, boosting yourself up. A hand on the oaks bark, you stand up, and think about your options for a moment. A wicked grin spreads ony our face as a plan falls in place.

The Fools base is crawling with personel, aircraft taking off one after the other. In the confusion, no one notices kindly looking Doctor Smith, with his flannel shirt and wireframe glasses walk up to the fence, then, when he's sure he's unobserved, leap up seven meters with practiced ease and land on the other side.

(field too long cont.)

>>16139213
You can see soldiers and medics gathered around Megan, and start shouting. "HEY! GET AWAY FROM HER! RIGHT NOW!" One of the men turns and raises a weapon at you. "Identify yourself." A senior looking soldier snaps at him. "It's Doctor Smith you idiot. Sir, I thought you were in Brazil." You wave impatiently at him. "I was reassigned when the body of the mutated bodysnatcher came here. Now, could someone tell me why you are huddled around an infected person without any protective gear?" You almost can't resist laughing when they scramble away from her, terrified. "Get me a truck. Enviromentally sealed. Give me four of your men as an escort. I've got a VTOL prepped for such a contingency seven clicks south of here. We got hit by EMP." You look around at the personel staring at you. "Could someone get moving before those two monsters come back to settle things?" They rush around, and five minutes later, you are in a white van, driving on a dirt road, four armed men in the back. After you feel that you're safe enough, you pull over, step out and walk to the back door. The men jump out, suspicious. "Where's that downed bird of yours Doc?" You raise your hands, smiling pleasently. "There's a perfectly good explanation for that." "Let's hear it then."

You open your mouth, as if to speak, and barbed combat tendrils burst out of it, sedating and pulling down the men to the ground. Satisfied, you nod, and try to figure out how to continue. Before you realise, you are chewing on a finger, ripped from the hand of a soldier. You seem to ahve already eaten two more of his fingers. You crunch it down, and notice how very tasty they look. His career as a gunman is already over, right? Three fingers missing, what difference would one or two make, right?

A throaty purr reverbarates from behind your right ear.

(if you want to resist the urge, roll away!)

rolled 3 = 3

>>16139222

We're still trying to be Jack!

Nah, I'm good. We need to hide the evidence somehow, right?

>>16139252

And failing spectacularly.

rolled 42 = 42

>>16139222
We already have Megan, so there's no need to eat anyone. Roll.

I say we do it surgically. We take one kidney, four ribs, half their back, chest, and abdomen muscles, and 25% of each lung from each of them, along with two pints of blood and every ounce of fat. They'll never fight or play sports again, but they'll live, and that's a sizable portion of four healthy, full grown mean. Should be enough to get us back in our groove.

rolled 98 = 98

>>16139269
rolling

>(if you want to resist the urge, roll away!)

Yeah, lets eat them.

We are in a critical situation, we can't be good-ish all the time.

Just don't eat Megan ..... yet.

>>16139284
Scratch that.

Do this instead >>16139269 >>16139273

>>16139222
we need those bodies more than they ever will.

eat away.

>>16139273
>>16139269
This guy.

After we deal we the soldiers make sure that Megan does not wake up yet.

>>16139269
>every ounce of fat

Actually, I think there is an amount of fat needed in human body for survival.
So don't eat ALL of it.

>>16139340
ok, so we eat 95% of the body fat. It will still cripple them but leave them alive. They'll be weak as kittens from blood loss, in pain from the loss of their ribs and kidney, and be unable to properly do their jobs (depriving the Fools of personnel). It may be cruel to ruin their lives but hey, they started this fight. At least we're letting them hobble away from it.

>>16139269
Need I remind you that that would end up ruining their lives? They can't walk up stairs anymore, they can barely get out of bed,..that's crueler than killing them, you're torturing them..besides, when they say a bodysnatcher did it, they'll be executed anyway.

Just eat them quickly before anyone else sees. We need to eat after saving the world.

>>16139340
>>16139273
>>16139269
You start mentally sketching out what to take. Yes, they'll be likely crippled for life. It's not like you don't deserve a break and something to eat. They wouldn't be alive if it weren't for you. They should be thanking you for even letting them live!

Taking what you figure you need, you slowly regain control. You feel fine, mostly back in shape, actually. The tentacles might not be all that responsive, and your wings could get finnicky, but beyond that, you feel good. You secrete a foamy fluid from a wrist spike, covering their wounds. The substance hardens, sealing the methodical cuts, and with a little pride at your handywork, you get back behind the steering wheel, leaving the unconscious figure in your dust.

You almost can't hear the growling from the sound of the engine.

Where did Kellery tell us to go again for extraction?

That is, if we actually want to go back to the Wise.


Remember, Megan has cyborg implants. They might have tracking devices in them.
We need to set up the net which doesn't let any signals out, the one that Daisy taught us.

>>16139415
Keeping to side roads, you take your time to get to Hellsinki, keeping an eye out for any cars you could switch to. After more than half an hour, you can hear banging from the back. "Hey! What's going on? Where the fuck am I? Somebody better asnwer me." You pull over at a nice grove, pleasently covering you from the road. You start to chuckle.

"Jack? Oh shit. Oh fucking hell." The chuckle turns into quiet laughter, that bursts into an almost hysterical, howling cackle when she starts shouting for help. Still shaking from laughter, you step out, slam the door shut, and climb into the back. Megan is tied to a gourney, trying hard to free herself from the leather straps securing her. You smile, the Beast roaring behind your eyes. "Hello, Megan. I've been wanting to talk to you."

Wat do?

>>16139478
You know what? That sounds distubingly like Dexter or something. I should read less novels about serial killers.

>>16139478
Should we toy we her for a while or just get it on with?

Anyone have some magnificent villainous speech ready or questions?

Do we kill her now or perhaps we surrender her to the Wise ( .... actually, why am I thinking ourself as if we are the part of the Wise? We really should be looking out for ourself)

I think we should pretend to be Jack still, just to get some answers from her.

Ask things like why she betrayed us. Why are they doing what they are doing. Why split of from the Wise and what real goals of the Fools is.

Do this while monitoring her EXCESSIVELY, like all senses on 110% + plus all underskin armor.
I do not want any surprises.

Things we could say:
"So.... now we can talk without any interruptions."

"Do you have anything to tell me Megan?"

"You have disappointed me, Megan"

"[...] Remember the time when you threatened me if I did anything suspicious to Catherine when trying to fix her up?
Funny.... how all the time we were together, you thought of me as a buffon and an idiot, how you were laughing the way you thought you manipulated me.... you never figured out that Jack has been dead all along"
And then the most wickedly insane grin that you can muster.
"Keeping up the humane facade that I build up around you ...... was exhausting, to say the least.
I am going to enjoy this"

>>16139541
[Clarifying the to tone of my suggestion: we should start as a "Jack", so that she has hope, that she can use guilt-tipping, childhood memories, our relationship to get out of here alive.
And in fact, we should pretend to be affected by it at first (but make it subtle, as if we are trying to hide the fact from her).
Then steadily make it clear that her efforts are useless.
And then drop the "Jack is dead" bomb on her.]
[Anyone like my suggestions?]

Also,

do we try our brain tendrils on her so that we can learn everything from her brain?
We haven't really experimented with it and that could leave her completely dead .... but I do not care. I was planning to have her killed anyway, so no harm on experimenting on her.

And make sure that she doesn't use her implants or other gizmo. Hell, lets paralyze her from the neck down.

>>16139478
Brain tendrils. Let's see what she knows. Restrain her if needed. Don't kill her. Also, probe her body for any tracking implants or something like that.

rolled 80 = 80

>>16139594 then >>16139575 and >>1613954

MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

>>16139612

Meant: and >>16139541

>>16139594
To clarify - I don't want to kill her, because she may have some use later, but I also think we shouldn't give her to the Wise right away. Remember, some higher ups are apparently siding with Fools. Let's ask Kellery what to do with her.

Oh right.

Make sure to set up the safety net in case that anything is being transmitted through some hidden bugs and whatnot. Her implants could be doing that kind of shit.

Tune your sense to scan for anything like that.

>>16139619
If we don't kill her immediately then we cannot do the "Jack is dead" speech/thing.

Even though I suggested that, I will admit that I am torn between keeping her alive for potential use and info and killing her for all the shit she has caused to us and our Host.

In the end, I still prefer killing her. Keeping her alive will tend to be dangerous, the bitch could fuck shit up.

"Megan. I could have held out for you. Really, I could have. The memory of you was half the reason I didn't assimilate properly into the hive mind. I had to stay Jack. I had to protect you. And I could have, too. I could have stayed Jack forever. But you broke his heart. All those years, all that pain he suffered for you. He really loved you like a sister. When you betrayed hi, he simply gave up. Gave in. Let me win. He's still in here, you know. Still crying, too, when I allow him to wake up. I can't kill him entirely, but at least I can protect him from the knowledge that you're the one who murdered him. Oh, don't worry. I have special plans for you. I'm not nearly as attached as Jack was, not after everything you've done to him." --Grin wickedly, then dose her with LSD and use the mind-link to make her relive Jack's jail time while tripping.

rolled 34 = 34

>>16139675
Y u so good at this, O'Grady?

>>16139612 here, changing my vote to >>16139675

But first check for surveillance, and then mind read her to see if she's hiding anything.

>>16139675
Seconding this. That won't kill her so we can use her later, and finally punishes her for all the shit we went trough because of her.
By the way, I know that you guys really want to make her suffer, but remember that we still have informations to dig out of her brain. We must know all.

>>16139712
Steal ALL the memories!

>>16139712
>By the way, I know that you guys really want to make her suffer, but remember that we still have informations to dig out of her brain. We must know all.

But can't we do all of that?

She might have some kind of implants like Mental Fortress (probably weaker than that though), so be very very careful when brain-prodding.

>>16139763
We can. I'm just setting our prorities straight. To recall, in order of descending importance:
-check her for tracking
-gain informations from her memories (as much as we can)
-revenge

>>16139691
[Long story short: Heartbreak sucks.]

>>16139801
We should do the revenge speech before the memory extraction in case we make her brain-dead and our glorious speech will be lost on drooling baboon.

>>16139845
I think the 'You killed Jack, I'm just the corpse' speech should come first. The emotional instability should provide us with easier access to her mind if she's distracted and unable to organize her thoughts defensively.

Oh boy, I sure do hope that Brain did not pass out again.

>Sorry for the long wait, took a shower, also, writing about people getting eaten makes me something fiercely hungry apparently

>>16139675
After you finish and filter out the LSD, you step back a little, and watch her as she shivers, trying to lay still. Some time later, she opens her eyes, looking at you with a profound hatred. "Whoever you are, whatever you are, you're not getting anything from me." You lean above her, showing her your hand with the palm upwards.

"Now, Megan, that was just the warm up. A little reminder, about how you screwed up, what you wasted. See, I've got these wriggly little bastards here." Tiny tendrils extend from the tips of your fingers, and you make them sway their tips around, like they are blindly searching for prey. "And, I'm going to shove them inside you. They're going to go all around, and tell me if you have any little surprises hidden. Then, they are going to swarm into your brain, take itsy bitsy bites out of it, and bring it straight back to me." You turn the palm downwards, and place it on her naked arm. She tries to pull away, the straps going taut. You lightly put a hand on her chest, holding her down. She spits at you, and you look at her with a mixture of pity and compassion. "Now now, don't move around. I'm not very good at this yet, so I might break a few things. Your memories, ability to walk, talk, think. Who knows?" You laugh, almost embarassed. "I'm not a brainsurgeon, after all."

She screams as the tendrils scan through her, first looking over the implants. Her spine seems to be further modified to allow remote control of an HK. Not much else seems to be added to her, so your turn to her brain. You don't find out much, beyond something about her surgery lasting hours and hours. You try to dig deeper, but find that her buckling has turned into genuine seizure, so the tendrils switch priorities, and regulate her hearttbeat, blood pressure and breathing, also calming down the muscles.

(cont.)

>>16139903
IMHO, he needs to lay off the coffee and just take a break. Go to sleep, wake up, continue the quest.

>>16139920
Woah woah woah woah woah.

We can regulate people's nervous responses using the tendrils?

This is big. Real big.

>>16139921
actually, over-caffienation can really do some damage. It puts a lot of stress on the mind, and can severely damage the liver as well, almost as bad as alcohol abuse. That's one of the reasons I went caffeine free a few years ago.

>>16139950
That's what I'm saying.

>>16139950
I actually don't drink coffee anytime else than during quests, so thats about four cups a week. Hardly an unhealthy level, really.


>>16139920
The seizure passes, and she breaks down into sobs. You hug her, gently rocking her while whispering soothing things. After a little while, you cautiosly but firmly grab her chin, turning her head towards you. "Megan, Meg, please, don't do this to me. I don't want this." You wipe away some of the tears, and give her a soft kiss on the forehead, then look her in the eye. "We still have much, much more work ahead of us, and if you just gave up, then I'd be looking at a much more boring time." Tendrils erupt in a seething mass from the tip of your right thumb right underneath her eye, and you take special care that she can see every last one of them bulging and pulsing underneath her skin. She screams again, and you smile approvingly. "There, you see? Much more fun."


Climbing out of the van's back an hour later, you fish out the pack of smokes you took from one of the soldier out of your pocket and light a cigarette. You were forced to rescusitate her another half dozen times before you decided that any more would cause serious permanent damage. Glancing back, you can see her curled into a ball, her eyes glazed over, staring blankly at the wall. Your technique, though much better than the start, allowed you only a few choice morsels of information, too strenous for the human nervous system to be of as much use as you hoped.

(cont.)

So is there any permanent damage? If yes, she probably won't remember our admission. If no, what do?

>>16140045

Apparently, the Fools don't have a centralised command structure, invidual cells and agents operating freely with only a loose set of objectives to accomplish most of the time. They only have a few permanent bases scattered around the world, mostly used as hideouts and springboards for their agents.

Their goals beyond collecting technology and knowledge seem to extend to prevent the Wise from achieving any more major breakthroughs, as well as finding a way to make the global influence the Wise built up their own.

As a whole, they are much younger and more amateurish organization than their counterpart, only a few dozen of their members truly dangerous, the rest are those who did not meet the Wise's strict standards. Most of their power comes from a couple powerful devices they salvaged or stole, like the strange armoured suit that shot you back in the states.

Pondering these things, you can't help but wonder if it is your imagination, or if the growling noise truly got closer. During the interrogation, it felt natural, like a brother that you never knew you didn't have but still felt missing. Now, it's presence is alien and intrusive, clouding your judgement with brief flashes of blood and cruelty.

>>16140114
>wat do?

Also,
no real dialog? :(

>>16140114
Obviously we're reconnecting to the Hive Mind. Dammit.

We've gotta evolve an immune reason to it. Make our mind attack whatever intruders might be trying to hijack it.

>>16140140
Perhaps doing evil shit will prompt that?

>>16140140
Perhaps doing evil shit will prompt that?

Okay, change of plans.
No "Jack is dead" speech, just go to the extraction point and hand her over to the Wise.

>>16140114
>During the interrogation, it felt natural, like a brother that you never knew you didn't have but still felt missing. Now, it's presence is alien and intrusive, clouding your judgement with brief flashes of blood and cruelty.
It seems that sedating people instead of killing them was a good move. We shouldn't do things like what we did to Megan too often. I don't want to know what would happen if that presence took over us completly. Remember what Scruffles said: that thing isn't smart, but it's damn mean. We shouldn't do as it says.

Not much information, but it's a start. Now, let's put Megan to sleep and continue to Hellsinki.

>>16140133
Well, it's kind of an extension of the previous post. Also, there's no one to talk to but Megan, and she's not exactly chatty right now.

>>16140110
Mental trauma? Very likely. Physical, neurological damage? No, you took express care not to push her too hard. It would take a very, very thorough inspection with top of the line equipment to even have a vague suspicion that anything was physically done to her.

Yeah, we need to extract. Even if Megan recovers, we've pretty much scarred her psychologically. There's a good chance she'll never recover. We've convinced her that she murdered a man who loved her unconditionally, the closest thing she'll ever have to a family, and that she's responsible for a flesh-warping brain-raping monster that delights in torture walking around in his skin. Yeah, she's broken. But as for this predatory instinct that's starting to intrude, we need to back it down. Extract now, and spend some time meditating on those progenitor-trees. That tends to shut it up.

Also, did we manage to get those hard-drives back?

>>16140215
>Yeah, we need to extract.
Extract what?

>Their goals beyond collecting technology and knowledge seem to extend to prevent the Wise from achieving any more major breakthroughs, as well as finding a way to make the global influence the Wise built up their own.

That's it?
Really?
Just a power-struggle?
These fuck are putting the survival of human race in jeopardy because they didn't get a bigger slice of the cut?

Fuck them.


Hmm.
Go back for more memory extraction, this time focus on cyborgs and the cyborg tech. Learn as much as possible, find out their weaknesses.
We kind of brute-forced our way to victory with the HK, throwing everything we have at it and hoping that something sticks.
Next time we should be more delicate in the approach. At least we should learn the best way to put down the shields.

>>16140234
Nothing. We need to incept.

>>16140215
Serves her right. Let's keep her around as a living punching bag for later.

>>16140215
>>16140215
>We've convinced her that she murdered a man who loved her unconditionally, the closest thing she'll ever have to a family, and that she's responsible for a flesh-warping brain-raping monster that delights in torture walking around in his skin.

did that actually happen? There was no mention of that in the update. We kind of immediately went to memory extraction.

>>16140114
This information is interesting. This means
A: The fools have no strongholds, so concentrated attacks are meaningless. There's nothing to seige. That means all attempts to hunt them down will devolve into urban/guerrilla warfare and information warfare.

B: They have little infrastructure. We've hit them hard by taking out this base. The best ways to keep hurting them are to keep removing their labs, and to help the Wise develop more and better scientific breakthroughs.

C: We need to neutralize their ranking members. Doc, Megan, and White Crown seem to be the big power players at the moment. We need to cripple their ability to study and duplicate advanced tech, which means we need to get to Brazil, where that one soldier said Doc was stationed.

D: these are long-term goals. Primary objective at the moment is to extract and recover. Feasting and meditation in equal measure to recover our strength and re-chain our baser predator.

>>16140244
See, now you're embracing the hunger. Sadism will just let it take control of us.

>>16140203
>Well, it's kind of an extension of the previous post. Also, there's no one to talk to but Megan, and she's not exactly chatty right now.

Oh ....

I was kind of hoping to see her reaction while we do the whole evil speech thing.
I didn't ever realize that it was used.
I always get confused when the Questrunner just link to the dialogues proposed in the suggestions without including them in the update proper.

>>16140234
ourselves from the combat zone, duh. We're still technically naked, penniless, and in the middle of European wilderness. Not exactly our element.

>>16140250
Didn't want to paraphrase Magus' post, wouldn't have done it much justice. I just continued from it, I do it almost all the time when it's a full sentence/monologue.

>>16140238
>Go back for more memory extraction
No. What we could we extracted, scarring her for life in the process. I know that she's a bitch, but seriously guys, give her a break. No more brain raping. We can't risk predatory presence get any stronger. Let's just sedate her and meet with the transport that Kellery prepared for us. We will think what to do with her later.

>>16140274
Let's do this, but also, once we knock her out, how about investigating that remote-control implant? Hopefully that will be less intrusive and still give us some decent info on how it works. It would also give us the opportunity to tamper with it, so that if she escapes somehow, she'll still be much less of a threat.

You flick the half-smoked cigarette on the ground and stomp on it. You're sick of the taste. You're sick of being here, sick of fighting all the goddamn time, sick of having to de every fucking thing yourself, sick of knowing so little. You slam the door behind you hard enough to dent it, making it stuck. You let the engines roar, and start barelling down the highways at a dengerous speed, flipping off the growing number of people honking at you. Turning on the radio, a classic rock station just starts to play Highway to Hell. At least if things are turning to shit, you've got a good soundtrack to go with it.

You'd be in Helsinki in half an hour, but you stop at a camping spot. Kicking the jammed door of it's hinges you stalk around the parking lot until you find a suitable car, a large SUV. You pick the lock in the blink of an eye, and roll the still unresponsive Megan through the back. Hotwiring the car, you leave the place behind, slowing to a more legal and sane speed.

Finally, the sign showing the city limits rolls by you, and you re-enter civilization. Circling around a closed neighbourhood, you find an unobtrusive spot, out of sight of the street and most of the houses. Parking, you lean back in your seat, figuring you have about nine hours before the extraction.

Wat do?

Oh, and what about the hard drives we stole? Did they get destroyed during the fight with HK?

>>16140361
Oh yeah, meant to answer that but got sidetracked. Either still lying somewhere in the hangar, or atomized by Origin Virus Version HK.

rolled 11 = 11

Begin nanoscale power evolution.

Start by turning a rock into a differently shaped rock.

>>16140357
Steal some things in this order.

1) Some clothes for Megan. Half dried laundry is good enough.
2) A handphone. Pickpocket anyone. Thats for calling Dr. Kellery.

Anything on Megan, her clothes, handphone,whatever is to be dumped into another car. One that is going away from Helsinki. Hopefully this will trick the Fools to follow the poor sod instead of us. Lastly, check on Megan. Let's not let some brain damage decrease the amount of intel we can squeeze out of her.

>>16140393
NOPE.

>>16140393
About that. I'll read up on things a bit, figure out if and how I'm going to implement it. It will likely be a mutation you coudl pick up later.

Wat do indeed. I assume we don't know Swedish, we don't have any money, we don't know anyone here and the Fools are probably hunting us again. Fooling around will get us killed, so let's just wait and don't let our guard down. We could try to steal some food from somewhere but I'm not sure if it's worth the risk. We might also want to sedate Megan, so she doesn't try anything (not that she's in state to do anything).

>>16140397
>Let's not let some brain damage decrease the amount of intel we can squeeze out of her.
I disagree. She had enough for now. We can try later, but not now/ We want to give her to the Wise, not turn her into drooling wreck.

>Anything on Megan, her clothes, handphone,whatever is to be dumped into another car. One that is going away from Helsinki. Hopefully this will trick the Fools to follow the poor sod instead of us.
I think we already determined that she doesn't have anything that could let them track us.

We should find a meat warehouse (our senses would help us there) or wait till the local butcher-shop or supermarket close down and go there to feast like kings before the extraction.

We are invisible to electronic surveillance so we shouldn't trigger any alarms

>>16140273
>Didn't want to paraphrase Magus' post, wouldn't have done it much justice. I just continued from it, I do it almost all the time when it's a full sentence/monologue.

I really don't like when people do that.
Could you at least just copy-pasta the thing even if you do not modify it at all?

You climb out and open the door in the back, determined to double check if she has any tracing devices at all. Now that you can think clearly ad pay attention to her, you realise that she isn't catatonic at all. Her heart speeds up as she hears you come closer, and a faint tinge of fear and desperation fills the air around her. She's conciously trying to keep silent, trying not to move or even make eye contact in fear of catching your attention again. You thoroughly and methodicaly assaulted her mind, doing everything you could think of to brutalise her psyche without inflicting a single wound. Your work, what you so gleefully did leaves you sickened, and you turn your head, quickly sedating her. She let's out a ragged, quiet sigh, eyelids fluttering close, her face smoothing. You search through her clothes, but fail to find anything that acts as a receiver or transmitter.

You close the door and stomp away, walking around the streets for some time with an expression that causes most the flinch and the more timid to cross the street to avoid you. Cooling down, you pocket the cellphone of a man sitting on the terrace of a café, tendrils a blur as they swipe the device. You start dialing, when the TV screens in an electronics store's display catch your interest. It's a live broadcast from Bangkok. It's late at night there, and you can barely see a shadowy figure pour out a continous stream of energy projectiles from a dozen or more weapons growing from it's arm. It's target is an HK, it's shields flashing in and out of existence, finally collapsing under the straing, and the figure leaps on it, weapons turning into familiar jagged talons. It starts carving the cyborg into pieces, taking to the air when two more warmachines open fire on it, blasting their defenseless ally to pieces. The movement and weaponry leave no doubt. The figure is Cath.

>>16140613
God. Fucking. Dammit. We missed a chance to kill some HKs.

Call Cath, see what's up.

Okay people, I'm going to stop for now. We've been going for pretty much fourteen hours, and I'm beat. My brain refuses to work properly.

I'll archive in a minute, if you have anything to say, post ahead, I'll check back in a few minutes after getting some food.

>>16140624
Thank you.

When is the next thread?

We should remove all our emotions, that we might be completely logical and rational.

Then we can rule humanity objectively. Without bias, or a want for personal gain, we will lead humanity on to the stars. Whether they want us to or not.

>>16140624
Fair enough. You did well, Brain. This thread is one of the longest, if not the longest.

As for course of action, let's call Kellery, tell her that we're awaiting extraction and that we have one of the Fools. Also ask her if she has any idea how to contact Cath. I'm pretty sure that the Wise could get us a transport to Bangkok, but by the time we arrive she might be gone.

>>16140624
I was prettyx much blasted to see you still at it when I got up two hours ago.
Keep up the good work, man.

>>16140649
Fuck efficiency!
Drama gives this a soul.

>>16140666
I still think we're the ruler humanity needs. Have you seen these guys? What a bunch of retards! The Fools and the Wise are fighting over TERRITORY, while the Earth's getting fucking invaded.

They can't even control themselves, what makes you think they'll be able to turn back the invasion? We need to seize control, for their sake.

>>16140649
Here's how that will backfire: you will lose all desire to rule, all ambition.

>>16140700
If we're doing it for rational, logical reasons it won't. Though I see your point.

>>16140512
I really didn't want to make three full posts without player input into four. But I probably should have expanded upon it, since a lot of you craved this moment of revenge.

>>16140647
Saturday as usual, I moved the quest this time because I didn't want multitasking to mess up things.

>>16140651
Yes, with almost three hundred posts it's the longest one that wasn't split across two nights, possibly even counting those.

Thanks for the positive response, I had a blast, and I hope you guys enjoyed this thread as much as I did. Though it is markedly the darkest one yet. So, next quest on Saturday, and the archive is up:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Bodysnatcher+Quest

Also, feel free to discuss things and posts questions, I'll be around for a little while longer and worst case scenario answer things in the next thread.

If we can't contact Cath through the cell which we stole,m we should call the Wise and tell them to patch us through somehow.

I still think we should locate meat warehouse (or a place with a lot of meat / animals ) before going anywhere.

>>16140737
Brilliant job, I went to bed 7 hours ago because I thought there'd be only one more post. I'm impressed how long you went on.

Torturing her with the tendrils was all well and good but I think we'd get more information out of her if we did it while she was unconscious so she couldn't resist. That said, it was so good to finally get our revenge that I don't even care.