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>>27468601
>[x] Bug out with those who can move
>-[x] Through the sewers
I knew we shouldn't have trusted the jarhead.

>>27468601
>[X] Bug out with those who can move
>-[X] Above ground

Consider what happened to the little Polish kids in the Warsaw Uprising who were running messages through the sewers.

>>27468601
>Stay put
moving around is bad look for cover

Just waiting for some kind of tiebreakers, whether for method of bugging out, or for doing something else entirely,

>>27468967
Ok, >>27468786
here.
Changing to >>27468855

“Shit,” you curse, “Everyone who can run should get aboveground. I'd rather get shot than have a tunnel collapse on me have the sewers flooded.”

“The Kraut has a point,” says one who sits in a wheelchair, “The rebels are hiding a lot of stuff underground. The ISF would be idiotic not to go looking through the sewers.”

You look at all the marines whom you'll have to leave behind.

“Take the guns, you'll need them.”

“Don't worry about us,” says their wheelchair-bound spokesperson, “We're dead men anyway. I hope I can see you again.”

You look at the machine guns, concerned about their encumbrance and unsubtlety.

“Do you have something a little less over?” you ask.

One of the Marines starts passing out that slab-sided American handgun, the 1911. There are a few shotguns.

“I'd like you to take the machine guns and put them to good use,” says Kenny.

[ ] Take the machine guns
[ ] Just take the pistols
[ ] Other

>Roll 4d10 for hearing.

Rolled 5, 8, 7, 1 = 21

>>27470034
>[x] Just take the pistols
"I'm an armour pilot, not a panzergrenadier. Not that good with a machine gun when I'm outside my PA."

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“I'll pass on the machine guns, outside of armor at least. I'm no panzergrenadier.”

You grab a pistol, load it seven-round magazine, and stick it inside your jacket. There are six of you who can run, and you run outside. You look down and hear a familiar whirring of motors and heavy footsteps. You see dull green fluorescence as shapes pound down the dark tunnel: power armor.

“Is that you, Fritz?” asks the leader.

The leader of the armor platoon takes off his mask. It's Kurt, of all the people you can see, he ranks down there, a bit above a troop of ISF goons. Perhaps you could have escaped their notice, if you'd gotten out a little faster.

“Hello, Kurt.”

“Nice to see you, Fritz,” he says in German, “It was a pretty nice ruse. We knew that there were traitors in our midst, so we sent out all of our orders for a week in advance. Joke was on them when we assembled everyone and carried out the plan. Caught them with their hands down, units are penetrating ISF facilities already. Want to join us, comrade?”

[ ] “Yes”
[ ] “No”
[ ] Explain your plan
[ ] Other

>>27470647

[ ] Other " Would love to take you up on that offer but I'm rather busy at the moment. No time to explain. "

>>27470647
>[x] “Yes”
We get in a suit, get in with Kurt, and while we're attacking the ISF, we need to inform Yezrina and tell her all of her moles have been compromised.

We can lessen the damage if we're fighting alongside the rebels, get them to take more conservative tactics that will help lessen the damage to the ISF.

>>27470927
The problem is that we aren't quite sure whose agents it is. She has her leads, but she implied that the other people, who just want us dead, have also infiltrated the rebels

Again, I'd like another vote to break the tie.

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“I don't have time,” you say, “I need to get going. I assume that you need to pop up somewhere power armor isn't supposed to.”

Kurt frowns at you, but approaches and claps you on the back.

“I trust you, Fritz, but I want to see you again. Just like Stalingrad, buddy. Not Frankfurt.”

The armored infantry thunder past you, as you clamber back up with your newfound compatriots. You hear the rattle of machine guns in the distance as you push your way through the alleys, deferring to the natives for directions.

You somehow manage to make it into the city proper. Houston is burning from the fires of artillery. You see a mass of mortars ranging in on the Sidarxi compound. An ISF aircraft cruises through the sky, trailing fire from a burning engine nacelle. The sparks of anti-aircraft fire seek it out until the airborne whale falls.

You watch rebel infantry rush through the street, loaded with automatic rifles and dozens of grenades. They'll probably die, horribly for that matter, but if they can seize their positions with momentum and shock, their lives will have been spent, not wasted.

[ ] Go home
[ ] Follow the rebels
[ ] Look for your handler (where?)
[ ] Other

>>27471568
Yezrina never gave us a way to contact her, did she?
I don't know if we could get into the Sidarxi compound, because that's where she'd be.

>>27471729

Well she was at our house when we woke up.

>>27471729
She did not. The main question is whether she is still at Fritz's apartment or if she moved once the gunshots started.

>>27471568
[x] Follow the rebels
We need to make sure they die, and that their lives are wasted.

>>27471828
ISFag detected.

>>27471568

>[ ] Go home
Go with this even if she is gone she probably left a note or something.

>>27471851
We're in this for the species, not to assuage some loser's wounded pride.

It seems like
>Go home - 1
>Follow the rebels - 1
>Go to the compound - 1

Tiebreaker or clarification requested.

>>27472056
[x] Go home.
If she has any brains she'll have left us something to contact her with.

You make your way in the apartments. They are deserted as far as you can tell. You quickly run into your apartment. There is a note on the table.

“Meet me at the airport. Little time. All will be provided.”

You look at the five faces counting on you and say, “We need to get to the aiport.”

Kenny asks, “How are we supposed to do it? I think foot is too slow.”

Your mind starts flipping through options, few of them ideal.

[ ] Go by foot
[ ] Find a car
[ ] Take refuges with ISF
[ ] Find motorcycles
[ ] Other

>>27472317
Find motorcycles
as if their was any other option

>>27472317
>[x] Find motorcycles
They can get past debris that a car can't, as well as navigate alleys too narrow for a car.

>>27472317
Roll me a search: 6d10

Rolled 7, 9, 1, 6, 4, 4 = 31

>>27472577

Rolled 2, 8, 9, 10, 7, 10 = 46

>>27472577

I'm going to eat dinner. I will be back shortly with a story post.

Rolled 5, 5, 9, 3, 3, 1 = 26

>>27472577

“We need to find some motorcycles. They're going to be best for getting to the airport. Let's split up and search the complex. We really only need to look in two places, the garage and the storage sheds. Natalie and Fritz, with me. The rest of you should go and check the garage.”

You hurry with your companions and head for the offices where you bust open a storage cabinet to obtain a pair of bolt cutters and a crowbar. Looking out the window, you see an ISF flyer hovering over the complex. It's descending, as if to touch down and land.

You quickly grab some documents and fly down the stairs before heading to the storage units. You check the papers, which contain some manifests of storage items. The roar of the engines is louder now. They must be landing here. Turning your attention back to the lists, you find one with a Harley. Between the three of you, you manage to find a the shed, and bust it open. You quickly direct them to fueling it. It would be tricky, but you could probably fit three people.

Then, you see a child running alone towards where the ISF are. He can't be older than ten.

[ ] Call out.
[ ] Let him go.
[ ] Other

>>27473196
>Let him go.

>>27473196

Hmmm why should we care.

>Let him go

>>27473196
>[x] Let him go.
I'm tempted to shoot him, because no witnesses, and he might call the ISF down on us.
But wasting time shooting him would be worse.

>>27473632
Don't worry. He'll be shot.

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“What about the kid?” asks Kenny.

“Don't worry about it now; we need to get going.”

Suddenly, you hear the roar of a motorcycle engine starting and see the three Marines dashing out of the garage on a bike. The ISF goons fire freely, but the trio somehow manages to weave through the storm of lead without any casualties or anyone falling off the bike.

“Who knows how to ride?” you ask.

“I can,” says Kenny, hopping on. Natalie jumps on behind him, and you find yourself holding on to her for dear life as Kenny floors it. Tires screech, engines rev, and you go down the alley, and right into the face of an ISF gunline with the kid pointing in your general direction.

>Roll 2d10 for shooting
>Roll 2d10 for dodging

Rolled 2, 4 = 6

>>27473830
Shooting.

Rolled 2, 3 = 5

>>27473830
Dodging

Rolled 8, 8 = 16

>>27473830
Dakka dakka dakka

Rolled 6, 7 = 13

>>27473830
Dodge

Rolled 6, 1, 7, 3 = 17

>>27473830
ALL OF IT!

>>27473891
>>27473878
>Deleting rolls
Faggot.

>>27473902
He had rolled 4d20 instead of 4d10.

>>27473912
Oh, then that is acceptable. Nevermind.

Haha, time to get shot

You fire as you go, trying as much not to fall off as to actually hit them. You nail one in his chest, then shoot him again as the round fails to penetrate. One rifle round manages to bury itself somewhere in your gut. You feel nothing for second, then it feels like someone just punched your insides with a cheese grater. The pistol slips out of your hands and clatters to the ground. You press your hand around the bullethole. Your abdomen is filled with a searing, burning pain.

“I'm hit,” you call out.

“Fritz!” shouts Natalie.

“I'll be good, just floor it and for the love of God, keep me from falling off. We need to get their as quickly as possible.”

Everything feels sluggish as you feel bloodloss start to set in.

>>27474113
So does this mean this quest is going to become a Brown Space Elf Magical Realm Rumpus Romp?

I would be down for that.

>>27474159
As funny as that might be, no. I was not paying attention to which tab I had open when I hit submit.

PTSD soon

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You'd been in your armor for the last day. You could smell that lovely fragrance of shit and piss rise up through the enclosed space. You were on your last belt of ammunition, fifty rounds. In an MG-42, that would last you less than two seconds. You looked around at the battalion, only about fifty were left after months of fighting in Stalingrad.

You felt the pulse of the alien war machines as they moved closer. Every last one of you had their engines cold. They were cocky, attacking in the daylight despite their advantages in night battles. To your side was Heihachiro Hojo, who had ended up separated from the IJA and found his way miles away from home. He had only the cold steel of his sword.

“Attack!”

The attack order crackled over the radio, and you started your engine. Hojo did the same. The battalion charged forward, a human wall of steel. The hovertank's cannon blazed out, killing several. A hit from one of their lances was absorbed by your battered breastplate. You felt the burning heat.

You didn't care. You felt that killing machine within you taking over to attack with machinelike fury and unyielding execution. The first alien you saw ate the buttplate of your machine gun, smashing through his armor and pulping his face.

You quickly set up firing positions and blazed away. Once more, you were gods of war, bringing the fear of humanity to its invaders. Perhaps you were instead cornered animals, youth hopped up on amphetamines and adrenaline lashing out in one dying assault. Behind you were the retreating columns of the army.

Of course, the enemy fired back, but you were immortal, too fast, too fanatical, dead men fighting. Some died, consumed by the coherent fires that tore them apart. There were perhaps ten rounds left in your belt. You pushed too far, found yourself in a killzone amongst the shattered edifices of Stalin's city. You fired off your last rounds to an unclear effect, and began to pull back, but they pursued like wolves following a blood trail.

You followed the remnants of the battalion into the underground metro. With a click, the dark tunnels became a fuzzy, claustrophobic haze illuminated by infrared lamps. However, something felt wrong as your booming footsteps echoed. It was far too quiet for a pursuit operation. It was a trap, but of what sort you did not know.

>>27474441

You heard a long, blood-curdling wail over the radio. You heard a young man cry out for his mother before being suddenly silenced. You halted and scanned around, but something felt wrong, so you immediately swung around left and came face to face with a Sidarxi holding a combat knife and pistol.

You rushed forward, determined to smear some more alien blood on your machine gun. She quickly put a bolt through your soft breastplate. You felt a burning pain, but you were alive. You would not die, and wrapped your arms around her legs and dropped her to the ground like when you played rugby at school. No coach would ever see this tackle, but you were quite satisfied with the bone shattering impact. Her knife flashed out, only to hit unyielding steel. That was what you thought until you tried to stand up, and your right leg was rooted in the ground. She had managed to break the engine powering your leg. The alien stood up, injured, but still capable of killing you.

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>>27474595
>>27474595
in b4 chocolate elf rape

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You wake up in a cot. You feel like someone slithered a reel of barbed wire through your insides, but you're happy to feel at all. You're alive after taking a bullet through your gut. You sit up and take a look around at the surroundings. They're dark and smooth, like metal. Other parts seem almost rubbery.

“How nice of you to wake up, Fritz,” says someone you know all too well, speaking your mother tongue. You look to see Yezrina sitting at a desk, chair swiveled around to face you. You can't tell if she's concerned for you, or concerned for her tool.

“Hello, Herr Heller. It's quite the impressive recovery you've made. Let's chat now, shall we.”

“Not now,” you grumble.

“Before we begin, what thoughts have been troubling you?”

[ ] “Why weren't you expecting the rebel attack?”
[ ] “Why didn't you give me some way of contacting you?”
[ ] “What happened to my team?”
[ ] Other

>>27474796
All of the above

>>27474796
>[ ] “What happened to my team?”

>>27474796
[x] Other
"Has the operation, and your involvement, been compromised?"

>>27474796
> [ ] “What happened to my team?”
followed by
> [ ] “Why didn't you give me some way of contacting you?”

>>27474796
>gauranteedreplies.jpg

I'll be darned, it seems to have worked

>>27474796
What happened to my team

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>>27474794
>Not pic related

Loyalty to our team is nice and all, but aren't you guys concerned that our entire operation, and the Sidarxi Moderate's operation to keep Humans from being exterminated, might be compromised by the Sidarxi hardliners supporting the Human rebels?

>>27474915
>>27474915
Let's hear what Yezrina has to say before we start jumping to conclusions.

Bottom line is, everything is fucked at the moment. Ask everything we can, including the most important part:

"Am I still a valuable asset to you?"

“What happened to my team?” you groggily ask.

“They suited up and dropped on the closest airbase, successfully destroying many aircraft on the ground air wrecking some of the electronics. As it turns out, computers don't appreciate additional lead in their hardware.”

“In their what? Regardless, what about the gorilla in the room, has this whole thing been compromised?”

She shifts uncomfortably; for her to have shown that much a reaction, it must have been bad.

“Yes and no. The entire attack was a surprise for both of us, those who want you humans dead and those that don't; we aren't quite sure what went wrong in inserting our agents into the rebel cells. Unfortunately, the attack has gone better than we hoped, playing into their plans. As for myself, between you and me, I think that someone is on too us, but it's just a hunch and I have no real idea where to go.”

You recall the struggle to get back home as well as the bullet you caught on the way out.

“Why didn't you give me some way of contacting you?”

“It's complicated. For one thing, I wanted to give such means of communication out after the whole team had been assembled. I also thought, given the circumstances leading up to it, that you might appreciate it.”

“Appreciate it,” you say, “I nearly died because I couldn't make a direct phone call.”

“I know,” she says coldly, “I'm sorry.”

“So, what's next?”

She leans back in her chair, suddenly restored to that collected intelligence so characteristic of her.

“Well, there are a few options. I'd like to discuss it with the person more experienced with power armor operations than me.”

Ugh, boards moving really slow for anyone else?

That's going to be it for tonight.

Any questions, concerns, comments, or criticisms of me or my quest?

>>27475252
That was quick. Other than that, what happened between 3 and this thread?
Last one ended with beers, this one started with meeting with people during an attack.

>>27475276
This one started off with going to meet the people that Kenny mentioned. However, the rebels launched their attack at that point.

>>27475319
This is a really interesting quest, wish it had more participation. Any chance of longer runs in the future?

>>27475451
This one was running for 8 hours, its just that no one participated.

>>27475451

It's as this man said: >>27475588

The main thing limiting how active my threads are is participation. I do plan on continuing tomorrow, either in this thread or in another if this is bumped off by tomorrow morning. However, I can't run as long tomorrow.

>>27475845
Ah, my apologies, I came in on the thread late and ended up going through the archives. If you run tomorrow I will definitely try and be on for that.

>>27475845
well I haveu followed on twitter so I will try to participate whenever I can man. Along with Loli STALKER quest I am really enjoying this

>>27476122
Thank you.

I'd like to ask my own question:
Based on various comments, do you really want me to write smut of this or is it just jokes because I've posted artwork from Drowtales?

>>27476205
do it

>>27476205
As long as it fits with the story, but it shouldn't be the focus. I mean, shit, there's already a ton of shit for the foreveralone.tif to beat-off to.

I really don't want Yezrina or Natalie to be reduced to blushing waifu status because of how manly awesome the MC becomes.

>>27476440

>shouldn't be the focus
If I were to write it, it would stay out of this thread

>be reduced to blushing waifu status
That would not be fun to write

Before I go to bed, I'd like to again thank everyone for another good thread.

>>27476539
throw it up in a pastebin and keep it non-canon and alls good, that is, if you do end up writing it

>>27476611
you are welcome. Keep fighting the good fight!